updated 1:38 PM UTC, Jan 24, 2013
A+ A A-

Community Fest At The Vine


67fbWhat is growing on the vine of your life? We have all heard the nursery rhyme, “Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?” Well, I don’t know what Mary is growing in her garden, but I know it depends on what Mary is sowing.

Today, I saw seeds of praise and fellowship being sown as community churches (Truevine M.B. Church, Evergreen United Methodist, Pilgrim Rest M.B. Church & Saint Hill C.O.G.I.C.), all of Brandon, MS, assembled together at Truevine M.B. Church to offer their best praises to God. These churches get together yearly for two days of fellowship and praise.

  • Published in Latest

Another Sad Day In America


I’m Author/Motivational Speaker Cheryl Brown-Avery. My native hometown is Wilmington, North Carolina. I remember during the early 1960’s how predominant racial prejudice was in Wilmington. I attended an African-American elementary school called Peabody Elementary. During these times black students weren’t allowed to attend public schools with white students nor were we allowed to eat in public restaurants or purchase our clothing from white merchants. My mother would take a brown paper bag and trace the shape of our feet on it so she could purchase shoes for my sisters and me.Usually these shoes were tight and hurt our feet because the merchants would allow us access inside the shoe stores to be fitted for the correct size.

It’s a shame that white America held such power and control over businesses, public schools, public transportation and the media. If you believe that segregation has ended just because of a few laws passed by our nation’s government, you are sadly mistaken. Racial segregation is alive and growing stronger not only in my hometown of Wilmington, North Carolina, but all over our country.

  • Published in Latest

Black Sheep!

02241622When I was a little girl my dad was in the military and I remember being at the airport with my grandmother, my brother, and my cousin. I was three or four years old at the time. I remember as we watched the airplanes going into the sky. My cousin and brother were yelling at each other saying, “That’s, my daddy! No, that’s my daddy!” I just looked through the fence, watching the plane, thinking that the army was in the clouds. I imagined men in army uniforms with guns, walking on the clouds. They never shot each other though. When I was seven years old I was in the backyard playing with my brother. We started arguing about who looked like who and we both kept saying that we looked like our father. I started thinking, “I don’t look like my dad.” I went into the house and told my father that I didn’t think I looked at him. It was blown off at the time and I was told to go back outside. For some reason it stayed on my mind and I felt in my heart that the man I knew as my dad wasn’t.
Subscribe to this RSS feed