I don't know if black people are any more religious than white folks. I know I've dated several black girls, most of which were atheist or at least considered themselves agnostic but almost all of whom came from quite religious families (i.e. attended church on a regular basis, said grace every night at dinner, etc.)
While you might think there would be a greater feeling of disdain toward christianity in the African American community, I suppose the Sunday schools composed of predominantly black students skim over those parts of the bible just like any other Sunday school. When you take that into consideration, it's not so surprising. I'm sure Black Christians, like any other Christian group, are predominantly cafeteria Christians. Take what you need and leave the rest.
While you might think there would be a greater feeling of disdain toward christianity in the African American community, I suppose the Sunday schools composed of predominantly black students skim over those parts of the bible just like any other Sunday school. When you take that into consideration, it's not so surprising. I'm sure Black Christians, like any other Christian group, are predominantly cafeteria Christians. Take what you need and leave the rest.
“Love is the only bow on Life’s dark cloud. It is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
