Langston Hughes grew up in a predominantly Christian environment which shaped his belief in Jesus Christ. Through this essay, Hughes gives his readers a front row seat to a childhood event that …show more content…
She loved the place and the people and she would always boast that there was a complete filling of the holy spirit every time she entered through the metal doors. And as for me, that’s all it was, metal doors that I walked through every Sunday morning. However, for some odd reason this particular Sunday felt …show more content…
We asked God for forgiveness and for his loving mercy to shower upon us. One of the two elders was jumping up and down and there were whispers in the audience saying, “She caught the Holy Spirit.” The other was singing loudly. Tears were rolling down my mother's face as she closed her eyes shut. Everyone seemed to be filled with Jesus’s love but, I was standing there with mixed feelings of fear, doubt and confusion. Similarly to Hughes, I didn’t see nor feel Jesus, it was clear that he wasn't there. I felt the same way I did before I walked through those metal doors, I didn’t feel saved, I didn’t the urge to cry or dance or sing. I stood there with my eyes planted to the floor and waited for everything to be