Morning Song – Hold My Hand While I Run This Race
It’s an undernoticed fact of life: survival skills from hard times in one time and place can retain their power in another.
Taken the rural/small town Southern gospel tradition, for example. It’s a music that took root in the stony soil of three centuries of slavery, Jim Crow, oppression and poverty. When African-Americans like the young Dr. C. J. Johnson gathered to pray in little towns like Douglasville and Barnesville, GA, they did so in simple churches they’d built themselves, with nothing but their own bodies to raise a song to the Lord.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great a cloud of witnesses, let us rid ourselves of every burden and encumbrance that clings to us and persevere in running the race that lies before us. – Hebrews 12:1