Sometimes Seeing is Believing: Reflections on Faith and the Black Family Because of the Obamas
I grew up in a Black family, during the 1970s and 80s, in inner-city New Orleans. Like so many Black children brought up in the Deep South at that time, I was repeatedly taught about the importance of faith. Indeed, the popular passage from Hebrews that “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen,” was drilled into my mind and subconscious.
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