Salvation for a Racist

On Wednesday, December 23, 1998, I was in a state of emergency. For all intents and purposes, it was a 1-1-9 which meant it was worse than a 9-1-1. The emergency? I was out of weed. I’d recently lost my job which meant I would soon lose my townhome and not have a place to stay. My way to cope or figure out my next move would be to get high. So I scoured through ashtrays in search of doobies so that I could roll a joint and figure out what or who I could do. Literally. You see, not only was I addicted to weed, but I was addicted to sex and wrong men. Please excuse my crudeness, but the plan was to get lit and come up. Unbeknownst to me, God had another plan in mind.




Another Kind of High


I managed to piece together a small joint which after rolling, I realized would not last long and that I needed to do something or someone…quick! As I inhaled, I picked up the remote and for some reason turned to Daystar, a Christian television network. There stood this white woman which immediately made me cringe. That’s because I hated white people. Partly because the woman who fired me was white. So here I was, attitudinal and somewhat dismissive, when all of sudden she started praying. As I watched and listened I realized, there was something different about this white girl because she prayed like she really cared…about me. As she prayed the prayer of salvation, she asked for those who would like to receive Christ into their hearts to come forward. Immediately, I knelt in front of my television and extended my hand. The moment I touched the screen, I fell out under the power of God and started speaking in an unknown tongue. Not understanding what was going on, I knew to grab my Bible; which so happened to be beside my ashtray. I picked it up and was led to Romans 10:9 which said, ‘that if you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.’ In that moment, somehow I knew that whatever I was doing, was from God, so I kept speaking in tongues throughout the night. I did nothing but read the Bible and within six months, I'd managed to read the entire NIV version – word for word. And have been speaking in tongues and reading the Word daily ever since.

Beyond Skin


Today is my 18th anniversary of having given my life to Christ. When I gave Him my life, He took away my lust for men, sex, and weed. But not only that, He removed the hatred I once held for white people. In the face of the racial state of our nation today, I implore you, don’t let hatred stand in the way of your salvation. If I’d have turned the station when that ‘white girl’ (Kristie Lamb) prayed, I would have missed my day of salvation and who knows where my life would be today. Let today by your anniversary and no longer ‘…look at [a person’s skin color]…for the Lord does not see as man sees; for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.’ I Sam. 16:7

Pray this with me: Heavenly Father, please forgive me. I have been blinded by color and may have missed an opportunity for You to do great things in my life because of it. Please remove all hatred, bias, and allow me to see as You do. In Jesus’ name.


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