Drew

1 Corinthians 12:12-31 If you think it's chilly tonight, you probably were not a 6-year-old boy on that cold, dry, dusty January afternoon when I walked through the doors to find that my dear friend, Uncle Moses was gone. His room was bare. No chair, no bed, no mattress. A thin film of harmattan dust was gradually forming on the Formica table where his ghetto-blaster had been sitting when I left him the night before.  The same ghetto blaster he had bought with his first wages earned working as a gardener for my family. The same ghetto-blaster that had introduced my brothers and me to the pure joy that was the music of Bob Marley. "Where is uncle Moses?" I asked my mother who had crept up behind me unannounced. The full import of what had happened to uncle Moses, came back to me last week while thinking about our reading for today: ...in one spirit we were all baptized into one body - Jews or Greeks, slaves or free.  Moses had gone back to Ghana, one of 2 million people of...