That's what I've been asking myself lately?
It's been happening even since I found out more about my family history. I found out mygreat grandfather was a slave and what made that more real was that I was finally able to put a name with it, as well as, a little information about his slave master.
It makes me feel a particular way. It's hard to explain.
I'm just wondering who I am really. What was my family like? How did they survive back then? How were they treated? Why did slavery in this country even happen anyway? Yeah yeah yeah, I know the economic reasons part, then the racism part after that. I'm just wondering why, from a spiritual perspective. What was the point of it? I know there was a point, because God allows certain things for certain reasons. Yet those reasons are sometimes beyond our scope of knowledge and rationale.
Still I continue to ponder such an awful time in history. What was God trying to teach us? There was, for sure, a reason…