I’m thankful for faith. First taught by my grandmother and mother. I watched the older women, who could only make it to church once a month, choose communion service on second Sundays at 3 p.m. By the time their hands touched the door the tears were already flowing, their hearts’overflow of joy. Miss Vic Clark. Miss Rida Bell Billups. Miss Hattie Childs. Miss Bruce Branch. Miss Elsie Norman. Miss Juanita Jenkins. They told stories of how the Lord had seen them through, had brought them out. Helped them raise children. Powered them to work from sunrise to sunset. Strengthened them to endure the second class citizenry that denied them even being called by their own name. I believed their God until I caught their faith and came to know God for myself. I’m thank for faith.