Am I My Brother’s Keeper?

Am I my brother’s keeper?” Gen 4:9

I woke up this morning with a heavy heart. 3A.M. to be exact, tossing and turning unable to sleep in my comfy king size bed. The night before I made a comment on my  Facebook account concerning the lack of brotherhood and the absence of friends  due to my personal and spiritual growth. Despite the popularity in social networking and my 711 friends, it hasn’t brought me closer to the homies and drinking buddies I used to run with back in the day.

A self-professed lover of movie quotes, I decided to get out of bed and search for one in particular to post on my page and accidentally  stumbled upon Pastor Henry Covington on You Tube. For those three short minutes and 22 seconds, tears began to well up in my eyes as the story of this beautiful human being that dedicated his life to serving others touched me so deeply that I wanted to share with you.

As a man who endured homelessness,incarceration, and despair; he managed to serve others in a dilapidated church as a pastor preaching the word of God through his homeless congregants in Detroit. His message of hope and deliverance touched many that were forgotten and resonated with someone that knows what it feels like firsthand to be without a home and without God.

His legacy serves as a reminder that we are here to serve and encourage one another during life’s most difficult hours. How do we expect God to bless us, If we fail to acknowledge the downtrodden? What purpose did Jesus had walking and teaching among the thieves, murders, and sinners? We all have a job to do, whether residing  in a mansion on a hill, project tenement or a homeless shelter in the hood.

It was evident that  money didn’t define the peace and happiness; Pastor Henry exuded in his weekly sermons of hope and salvation. And sadly last year he passed away at the tender age of 53, leaving behind a wife and four children. Lord knows I’m not perfect, however I feel that he has a lot of work for me to do and what better person to do it then someone who knows what it feels like to be at the end of their rope?

I don’t aspire to be a pastor or televangelist, but if we’re not here to make the world a better place, then what are we really here for? In a jacked up economy and deflated dollar, many are left wondering are they two paychecks from being on the streets themselves? And dependent upon their decadence for their false illusions of grandeur.  Thank you Pastor Henry for inspiring me with your story. We sure need more like you in the world and I look forward to continuing your work. This post is dedicated to my brothers(You know who you are). ‘”Am I My Brother’s Keeper?” Yes I am.

Krusher Kronkite

Prodigal Son

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