Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Monday, July 11, 2016
ALEXANDRIA VIRGINIA AND MY FAMILY
ALEXANDRIA, VIRGINIA AND MY FAMILY
Last Sunday, our family of seven people attended Alfred Street Baptist Church in Alexandria, Virginia, where Rev. Howard John Wesley is pastor.
Our family attended the 12:00 noon service, which is one of three that is held at that fine progressive church .
I had learned of this church from a Facebook post, after it hosted a scholarship fair for area students at which attending colleges awarded $3,000,000 worth of scholarships and financial aid to certain students.
Fortunately, fortuitously, my sister and her wonderful husband, Lorenzo, are members at Alfred Street, and introduced me to their pastor upon our arrival. He preached a powerful message anchored in scripture that moved and resonated melodically .
After church, my sister pointed out on Duke Street, a notorious, historical slave trading establishment from which, she says, that our paternal great-grandfather, William Coleman, had been sold down South before 1860, to Natchez, Mississippi, per her research on ancestry.com. That was very deep, as was Alexandria itself!