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Summary: For there is a man called Christ Jesus who saves the lost souls, the blind and the least, in prayer and supplications we must fight the good fight of faith.

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WHEN YOU HAVE DONE ALL YOU CAN DO

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Dr. Gale A. Ragan-Reid (July 11, 2016)

“And he said unto them, Whosoever shall receive this child in my name receiveth me: and whosoever shall receive me receiveth him that sent me: for he that is least among you all, the same shall be great. And John answered and said, Master, we saw one casting out devils in thy name; and we forbad him, because he followed not with us. And Jesus said unto him, Forbid him not: for he that is not against us is for us” (St. Luke 9:48-50, King James Version [Christ commendeth humility]).

Greetings In The Holy Name Of Jesus,

My brothers and sisters, when you have done all that you can do, pray. In 1971, integration upon us since 8th grade in Miami, Florida brought about days of attendance at what was once an all white school that amazingly was located right up the avenue 60 blocks from my home. On a bad day, the end of the year, notoriously known as the payback time when fights broke out, I was in my 9th grade Biology class. I sort of remember the buses arrived to take us the 60 blocks where we lived on the same avenue, I found myself split between two groups, the white students who were in class with me for I was the only black student in biology class and the black students who were quickly exiting their class to get to the buses in the hallways. The white students did not want me to go with the black students but I was a black student so I thought, “Are they crazy---Let me go?” I pulled away, looked at my teacher and I quickly made it through the hallways outside to the bus.

As I boarded the bus the neighbors came---those folks who were the supporters of the white students who matriculated at the white school with us---their big brothers and their big sisters, their cousins, neighborhood friends and just possibly some of their parents who decidedly wanted to teach us a lesson not the lessons of learning in class that we studied all year long but the street lessons so they came with sledge hammers and chains but we were not afraid. I do not know why we were not afraid. Somehow the unfriendly neighborhood folks where the school was located were backed off of the school grounds and the buses passed them by. We made it home safe. However, some students walked or caught a ride on the way back down the avenue stayed behind to face the crowd who came with the sledge hammers and chains not afraid to engage in a beat down. They, too, made it home for once our neighborhood found out the neighbors up there came out to the school after us---our neighbors' cars came and gave rides to those who stayed behind.

Nowadays, I watch the news and I reflect on the lessons of the past---when we fought the integration war. Now, we fight the entitlement war. Jesus said, “There will be wars and rumors of wars...” In my reflection I fast forwarded to my undergraduate years at the University of Miami, sitting in Philosophy class called Contemporary Moral Issue---talking about the issue of the struggle---the war of integration in Miami, Florida for seemingly I was the only student in my class that was African-American and from the local school system in Miami, Florida---the others were out-of-state students. I started my education fast track for the medical field because I took Biology in 9th grade, Chemistry in the 10th grade, Physics in the 11th grade and General Biology at our local community college in 12th grade but quickly that changed after I failed my Chemistry test and I did not fight or even speak to my lecture hall professor for the writing was on the wall that he gave us not a text book test but a test to weed out the influx of medical students all aspiring to become doctors---I was tired of fighting the systems in America---the integration system that others found difficult but not me so what was wrong with me, now and why did I not fight the good faith fight. Somehow I took my courage back---no longer afraid of the enormous halls of the university I continued on but not in the medical track.

I found myself in classes like American Black-White Relations, of which I received an A for that class, Social Contenance & Deviance of which I received a B for that class---still in the struggle over

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grades now as a Sophmore. I completed Black Literature in America an incomplete course from my second semester with average. How was that possible when I was a Black-America---one of the makers of Black Literature? If that was not enough of my mirror-image of getting to know the blackness of others---getting to identify myself, then I took Blacks in American Politics with a Black-American professor who barely let me pass the class possibly not his reflection for he did not like “truth” of issues [Lord I thank you for overcoming my temporary state of condition: heart and mind---for I thank you for my daily bread] for I grew up in a progressive city where the students were encouraged to speak out for their rights; maybe we had too many Jewish teachers and white teachers who were the flower children who rebelled against the ways of their parents who helped African-Americans now Black-Americans fight for their rights.

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