A couple of Fridays ago, I had an opportunity of watching a prayer conference. At the end of the conference, the host began to pray and lay hands, and while the attendees, who were predominantly white, fell out under the power of God. At the very end, there was a lone, Black woman who she called from the platform to pray for. Not that she was the only Black person in attendance, but as a woman of color, you find yourself acutely aware of our presence, or lack thereof, even

I was watching a certain Bible Study when the Pastor said that God uses pain to process us. As soon as I heard it, I didn’t come into...