Yes, slavery is bad, harsh and often cruel, yet, the enslaved survived. As I dive into my family history and discover the life my ancestors lived I appreciate what they endured. It is because I look back and learn how they survived despite the obstacles I am determined to live because of my opportunities.
The historical reenactments are created so that we will not forget. Those who want to tear down, paint over or ignore the past are destined to repeat history.
"Take note of the blessings you are given." Brenda Parker
COLOSSSIANS 4:1 (KJV)
Masters, give unto your servants that which is just and equal; knowing that ye also have a Master in heaven.
As i watched this reenactment, I think about how blessed I am. The song: I Wont Complain by Reverend Paul Jones came to mind. To many people complain about what they don't have compared to what other people have; this is what it means to covet.
A thought: we were enslaved because the trive our ancestors were a part of lost the battle and became slaves; the defeated tribe was sold; slaves owned by one tribe was sold to the highest bidder. Though our ancestors worshipped gods we learned of the one True God; the war did not free us; Jesus set us free.
written by Marsha L Floyd
Lyrics: I WON'T COMPLAIN
'Ive had some good days
I've had some hills to climb
I've had some weary days
And some sleepless nights
But when I look around
And I think things over
All of my good days
Outweigh my bad days
I won't complain
Sometimes the clouds are low
I can hardly see the road
I ask a question, Lord
Lord, why so much pain?
But he knows what's best for me
Although my weary eyes
They can't see
So I'll just say thank you Lord
I won't complain
The Lord
Has been so good to me
He's been good to me
More than this old world
Or you could ever be
He's been so good
To me
He dried all of my tears away
Turned my midnights into day
So I'll just say thank you Lord
I've been lied on
But thank you Lord
I've been talked about
But thank you Lord
I've been misunderstood
But thank you Lord
You might be sick
Body reeking with pain
But thank you Lord
The bills are due
Don't know where
The money coming from
But thank you Lord, Thank you Lord, Thank you Lord
I want
I want to thank God
God, God, God
Has been so good to me
He's been good to me
More than this old world
Or you could ever be
He's been so good
He's been so good
He's been so good
So good, So good, So good, So good
To me
He dried all of my tears away
Turned my midnight into day
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