You ever watch someone get the Holy Ghost?

When you're a kid, it is really scary to watch, but it's also liberating.

Sometimes, it was like watching a volcano explode.

The person's so full of the spirit they kind of tumble down the church aisle

to the waiting arms of our pastor.

Other times it was like a to the waiting arms of our pastor.

Other times, it was like a quiet surrender. Big fat tears streaming down their faces,

their arms reaching towards the sky,

more than anything as a kid, I wanted to feel what that was all about.

Mostly because there is nothing quite like the joy and pride of a black family watching

your salvation. The other day the truth be told team got to talking about our church memories and our editor James told us about the time he got baptized.

It wasn't my decision. I remember one day being told by my parents that I was going to be baptized and

days later along with a handful of other preteens I was dunked in a small light blue

plastic waiting pool hidden behind the pole pit.

James is originally from the Chicago area,

and he was one of those kids

who basically lived in church,

mainly because my dad was an ordained minister.

But even though our family spent so much time there building community, I never really felt a part of it. Most of the time, I felt alone.

His father taught him to be leery of what he called worldly people.

And as James got older, he started to resent that way of thinking,

because he felt different. On this episode of Truth Be Told, is it possible to be queer, love the Lord, and feel acceptance from the community that made you.

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