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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

The God of Heaven Defends me

Hi, I'm Lexine and my name casually means defender of people or helper of mankind. I remember a chill ran down my spine the first time I googled my name. My mom told me it was from a soap opera so I was hoping the show would come up since my name seemed pretty unique. And unique it is! I immediately thought this meant I had to be a lawyer to defend the cause of the unjustly persecuted. My name sparked my deep curiosity to find out why I was here on earth for I knew, in it, I would find a clue. My parents were Christians so I went to church, but I never really committed to the faith in my heart. Being "Christian" was the thing to do and all of my friends were Christians. I was still on a hunt to find meaning in my life and hoped my name would lead me there. In high school, I formally gave my life to Christ, but I didn't feel the profound sense of purpose that I imagined I would. Honestly, the sincerity of my repentance was questionable. I kept going through the motions as a lukewarm "Christian" still in pursuit of my life's calling.

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Did I already mention that my parents are Ghanaian? Well, my Ghanaian mother wanted me to be a doctor. You know, the stereotypical epitome of success. I attended USC and failed Chemistry like a boss! This was my ticket to pursuing my true calling as a lawyer. Before I could switch majors, I needed to take a course that would boost my GPA, so I took a class called The Hebrew Bible. I was a "Christian" who led a Bible study on Thursdays, how hard could the class be right? WRONG! It was actually one of the hardest classes I've ever taken besides Chemistry. Yes, even Calculus and Biology were much easier. While taking that class, I discovered a deep-seated resistance to the gospel. I just wanted nothing to do with White Jesus, but I also knew I wasn't agnostic.  

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The class required me to actually read the bible, several chapters a night and I soon discovered through contextualized study that there was a world of ethnicities in both the old and new testament. I remember the night I read Numbers 12 vividly! I was on my couch with my legs hanging over the arm of the chair. As I read, tears began to burn down the curve of my cheeks. Is God defending Moses's wife, a dark-skinned African woman?! I could not read past chapter 12. I just cried until I fell asleep with the bible spread across my chest. In the morning, I woke up in a haste, got dressed, and biked to class. Throughout the day, I kept on saying to myself, the God of Heaven defends me, a Black woman. Yes, the God of Heaven defends me. The walls that kept me from accepting the gospel crumbled that morning and I went on to learn that Jesus wasn't even White, but likely a middle eastern man according to his geographical location and genealogy.


I was sold a gospel that I could not accept, but I thank God for loving me enough to chase after me with the truth. And the truth set me free!  The gospel is not about race, or gender, or any particular identity, because Christ is Spirit, but God met me where I was to take hold of my heart.


Friends, the Word of God is alive! The Word is God himself. Come binge with me! Who knows, the Bible may speak directly to you too!

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