The words came tumbling out. I told him that I knew about the blood and forgiveness central to Christianity, but I also felt called to talk about what came after, the different path open for us with God as our pillar of fire, leading us through the desert. My ministry would be for people searching for hope among the rubble. My neighborhood had offered me a host of ways of ordering a human life—the potential methods for finding meaning, value, and purpose. In the end, only Christianity struck me as truly beautiful and transcendent. I aimed to appeal to young Black boys and girls considering the
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