Accepting Jesus. The First Time
This is evoked by watching that Next Sunday Movie with Ice Cube, I wont elaborate.
Anyway we all grew up going to church. The first girls you ‘talked’ to as a primary school kid outside your school were the one’s at your church. My dating started in chirch - story for another day.
What I was getting to was that you grew up knowing Jesus is your Saviour, you said your prayers every night. That was not enough for the parents; you had to accept Him.
I did not do any research on this, but I know most black kids were not prepared to accept Him when the ‘time’ came. I was out in mealie fields doing labor when I was suddenly cornered into accepting giving up my life to Him.I tried to duck the question but my mom insisted I decide. I was not given a notice to consider anytime prior. I accepted him.
For some reason it made my parents more happier when I accepted Jesus than when I talked about what I wanted to do after high school. I feel better knowing its not just me who had to go through this moment.
The unfair part was having to accept Jesus before the parents even knew you were dating. Maybe that was their way of controlling me emotionally; before I started engaging in any earthly activity.
For the rest of my teenage hood accepting Jesus haunted me. I could not do anything ‘bad’ , I’d be reminded I now walked with Jesus. I won’t complain because it kept me from smoking & alcohol for the rest of the life I spent under the parents roof.
Next time I had to accept Jesus, the 2nd time was when I had to do it for a woman. That is another hood story.
Tell me I’m Wrong.
But that is my Hood Story