Gospel makes my spirit light.
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A Mexican-American taught me all about Gospel.
What’s the purpose of the title? To me it says something about what it means to be a person. In my mind there is no cultural exclusivity. Of course, there is when it’s forced. But there shouldn’t be any such EXCLUSIONS. In the middle of a mostly African-american neighborhood, a Mexican-american introduced me to all African-american gospel singers. Where in the world is Eliza? She is probably in California. Amiga ! Te acuerdes de mi? Sabes quien soy? Sometime around high school or shortly after, I made a very good friend. We were the same age. We got along well and spent time together at her house, at the park, going out. There was nothing romantic between us but … I am sure we both felt there could be or should be. Too bad her religion threw off balance. I couldn’t get past the idea that if I were to become her boyfriend or more that I would have to put up with — no tv, no movies, no dancing, no secular music and …I don’t know what else. One very good thing to come out of this relationship that stays with me today is a love for gospel music. At the time I met her I had already lived for a long time in NE Portland with African-american churches in full force most days. Some churches would be shaking from the music and dancing going on inside. My friend Eliza wasn’t allowed to listen to Bon Jovi, Michael Jackson, the Rolling Stones, etc.. So she introduced me to her collections of the Winans, Commissioned, and more. I miss our talks, advice, your face, hair, and voice. The last time we talked on the phone must have been more than 15 years ago ? You told me you got married. Any kids? Let me know how you are (if there is any chance you might happen to read this). And thanks for the music! |
