My Faith: A reluctant churchgoer 'gets the Holy Ghost'
The author (foreground, age 7), his late aunt, Sylvia Blake (left) and other family members outside their Baltimore church.
April 24th, 2011
12:01 AM ET

My Faith: A reluctant churchgoer 'gets the Holy Ghost'

By John Blake, CNN

(CNN) - I had my first brush with the “Holy Ghost” when I was 9 years old.  I’m still trying to digest what it meant more than 30 years later.

The day began as a typical Sunday. Aunt Sylvia herded me and my brother into her 1972 baby blue Chevy Impala and drove us to church for a service that would often last five hours.

Sunday worship at a black Baptist church wasn’t just long. It was scary. Elderly women who “got the Holy Ghost” during worship would thrash so violently in the pews that their wigs flew off. People shouted, wept and fainted.

This Sunday service started off no differently. But as the frenzy of the worship intensified, an invisible switch seemed to click on. A wave of heat rippled through the congregation as people beside me threw up their arms and shouted.

Suddenly, something seemed to slip inside of me. A tingling raced up my spine. I stood up to clap, scream - I didn’t know what I was about to do.

Is this, I wondered, the Holy Ghost that Aunt Sylvia sang about?

Singing gospel to keep muggers away

Easter Sunday is supposed to be about resurrection. For me, it’s also about remembering. When I see women herding boys in crisp new suits into the pews during Easter service, I sometimes think about the woman and the church that gave me my first lessons about faith.

I also think about an eerie encounter that I kept to myself for years because I knew it would sound so bizarre.

I didn’t join the church. I was drafted. My aunt forced me and my younger brother, Patrick, to go to worship service every Sunday.

We grew up in Baltimore, in an impoverished neighborhood so dangerous that my aunt would sing gospel hymns aloud as she walked us home from the mall at night. She thought church music warded off muggers.

My aunt wasn’t just my protector; she was my anchor. My mother was gone. My father, a rough merchant seaman, spent most of his time carousing overseas. I spent much of my childhood in foster homes with my brother.

Aunt Sylvia gave us a sense of family. She was a short, round woman who wore black wigs and wide, colorful hats with feathers to church. She would watch us on the weekends and buy presents for us when Christmas and our birthdays rolled around.

She never married; never had children. I told my elementary school teachers that she was my mother.

She was my biggest fan. She would collect my report cards, take me to museums and shower me with books that she nabbed from her job as a high school secretary.

I craved her approval even more than her scrumptious coconut cake. Whenever I made her particularly proud, she would give me the same peculiar look. She’d tilt her head to the left, stare at me in silence, and then her dark face would light up with a warm smile.

She was the only adult I knew wouldn’t abandon me.

Shunning church

My aunt’s smile, though, would turn into an icy glare whenever she saw me nodding off in Union Temple Baptist Church.

I thought my church was full of buffoons. I didn’t like the screaming and shouting, and I couldn’t stand the pulpit theatrics.

My childhood pastor, Rev. Churn, would sweat and yell during his sermons while taunting the congregation with lines like, “You don’t know what I’m talking about?”

He was right. I didn’t know what he was talking about; he shouted too much. When I was a kid, I thought that Rev. Churn was literally angry at the congregation because he yelled at them so much.

Once, during a fiery sermon, I thought about standing up and pleading with the congregation: “Just do what he says, and he won’t shout anymore.”

Despite my disdain for church, there was one part of service that I liked: “Testimony time.”

Testimony came at late-night services, as dusk approached and street traffic quieted outside. The services were less heated and more intimate, and during testimony, church members stood up at random to share a struggle and ask for prayer.

People often revealed the most personal details of their lives. But no one seemed to judge. Instead, people in the pews nodded and smiled, or chanted “weeeeell,” to encourage them.

Even as a fidgety kid, I was entranced. I can still remember how people visibly gathered strength when testifying, as if invisible arms from the congregation were encircling them.

Getting the ‘Holy Ghost’

Still, I wasn’t ready for any personal displays of vulnerability when my Holy Ghost moment came at 9.

When I felt that tingling race up my spine, I became afraid. I didn’t want to lose control. So when I involuntarily stood up in the pew during the service, I caught myself. Then I quickly left the church and took a walk in the cold night air until I calmed down.

As time went on, I resisted church even more. After entering high school, I mustered the courage to tell Aunt Sylvia I didn’t want to go anymore.

She was furious. She prayed aloud to Jesus. She tried to spank me. Then she retreated into silence as she drove me to church one last time with tears in her eyes. I never saw her so sad.

Soon, though, my time for tears would come.

In my sophomore year of college, I found my way back to church. A series of remarkable coincidences took place in my life. I made new friends and joined an interracial church full of people my age. And I shared it all with my brother, who quickly followed my example.

I also gained more respect for the black church. I attended college when there was a national debate about making the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday a national holiday. The debate prompted me to start reading about King and the civil rights movement.

The more I learned about the movement, the more I realized how crucial the black church was to its success. It gave the movement its spiritual fuel and many of its most courageous activists.

But my intellectual awakening didn’t quell my emotional insecurities. I had inoculated myself so much against organized religion as a kid that I began to think it just wasn’t for me. I didn’t think I was good enough.

One night, it all came to a head. I decided I was going to quit. How, I thought, would I tell people? What would my aunt say? I went to bed in despair.

Then, something strange happened.

I bolted awake, tears streaming down my face. I was on my back, right arm over my closed eyes, but I squinted anyway because I felt as if I were looking directly into the sun.

I felt a presence within that light. I was crying because I had never felt so exposed. This light seemed to bore through me, revealing my most sordid deeds, my inadequacies and my fears. I felt like an insect.

Despite that feeling of shame, I felt something even more powerful: love. It seemed as though this presence, something as immense as the universe, was telling me that I was accepted.

What do you do with such an experience? Was it a dream, a breakdown, youthful foolishness? I don’t know. But that moment changed me. I couldn’t quit. I had encountered something else besides my aunt that wouldn’t abandon me.

One last smile

As I think about that nighttime experience now, it takes on another meaning as well.

If my aunt was my childhood anchor, the black church was her source of strength. How could I reject the institution that nurtured her?

I thought all of the shouting in my childhood church was for show. I didn’t know the history behind the shout: slavery, segregation, people who “got happy” because life was so grim.

Faith, without emotion, is dead - that’s the lesson I absorbed from the black church, and from my aunt.

I never saw my aunt “get happy.”  But I can’t imagine she would have sacrificed so much for me and my brother if she wasn’t driven by a powerful emotion - love.

And I would have given up on my faith if I had not been overwhelmed by the emotion I experienced during my night of tears.

I never shared my nighttime experience with my aunt. It was too embarrassing to share with anyone. Yet she saw me and my brother return to church.

Three years after I graduated from college, though, I had to say goodbye to her.

She was 60, and dying from liver failure. I took a week off to visit her in Baltimore, but I didn’t go to the hospital to see her for several days because I kept making excuses. I didn’t want to accept that I was losing her.

I finally went to the hospital with my brother to see her one sunny afternoon. She was in a hospital bed, her once stout body shrunken, her dark complexion yellowed. She was unconscious.

I didn’t know what to do. I felt guilty for taking so long to see her. So I started to babble. I don’t know if I told her I loved her, or if I even thanked her.  But I do remember this: Though I went there to comfort her, she ended up comforting me, much like she did when I was a boy.

As I looked down at her, trying not cry, she opened her eyes.

She was too weak to talk. But she gave me that peculiar look - the tilt of her head to the left and the long stare - and then she smiled.

- CNN Writer

Filed under: Belief • Black issues • Christianity • Easter • Faith • Houses of worship • Lost faith • Opinion

soundoff (1,716 Responses)
  1. HolyRoller

    This is the best article from CNN ever!!!

    April 24, 2011 at 10:15 am |
    • Giovanni

      LOL you do have a humor!

      April 24, 2011 at 10:26 am |
    • Jesus

      What was "holy" about this ghost? I get the ghost delusion...lots of disturbed people get that "vision", but I don't understand how they tag it with the "holy" adjective. Ever hear of an "unholy ghost"?

      April 24, 2011 at 10:35 am |
    • ed dugan

      I agree. It was a touching story, well written. The man has talent and It was nice that he experienced whatever he experienced. I was raised in a similar situation and couldn't get out fast enough. Three, sometimes four nites of church was just too much. Haven't gone back, ever, and I have no regrets. The more I see of organized religion the more disgusted I get. But I do know what he's talking about.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:36 am |
  2. MassIllusion

    Christinity...Just another form of Shamanism...

    April 24, 2011 at 10:14 am |
  3. Bev

    Lovely lovely story. I wept as I read.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:13 am |
  4. MassIllusion

    Just another Mass-illusion... similar to what it's Performed by the ((Shamans)) everywhere.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:12 am |
  5. sapst

    People of this country believe in ghosts, call psychic hotlines, think earth is 6000 yrs old. And they call other countries "backward" and "uncivilized". That's irony right there.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:11 am |
  6. tee

    I got my bunny from Nordstrom's. That's not a cheap store. Quit being mean you guys.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:11 am |
  7. M. M.

    Typical churchgoers. What can be said?

    April 24, 2011 at 10:10 am |
  8. atheitarian

    In the last 20 years, the number of atheists has doubled. We are now the second most popular belief system in the US. If those numbers double again in the next 20 years, we will overtake the Catholic church's #1 position. Happy Easter everyone.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:10 am |
  9. Jon R. Patrick

    What's amazing are the number of commenters who come to the RELIGION.blogs.cnn.com and bash people and their RELIGION! duh, if you don't like it, why on earth are you here? does it really make you feel better to come belittle other people? Are you that shallow and full of hate?
    I'm a believer, and I pity you. I respect your belief to not believe in God and Jesus – and WOW do I think you're making a mistake – but I'm willing to let you make your own decision and suffer for eternity for it. But I don't go to Athiest.blogs.cnn.com and make Christian posts!

    April 24, 2011 at 10:09 am |
  10. john

    if any one is confused here wether jesus is real just ask him to reveal himself to you he will do it ...ask JESUS :)lov u all

    April 24, 2011 at 10:09 am |
  11. superpaul3000

    These kind of things happen in the brain from time to time. Evolution is an imperfect mechanism. I don't understand why so many old people still believe in this stuff. Only a couple of my friends of the same age actually believe in god. What is the point in it?

    April 24, 2011 at 10:07 am |
  12. guy

    I can picture the tsunami washing over the city of boston. As the city is washed away – your Atheist Harvard grads will be crying out, ' Save me, God. Save me. Help me, God" Your mercedes will be floating out to sea with your worthless stacks of green paper. When you have no food or shelter or health issues or are humbled enough...then people reach out to God Don't wait.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:06 am |
    • Andy Anderson

      I find your disaster fantasies as disturbing as your putting words into the mouths of atheists to justify your own irrational thoughts. Perhaps people will band together and find a way of survival, just like they always do when disaster strikes. No magic man helps with that.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:13 am |
    • TruthOarConsequences

      Guy, contrary to what you believe, there are Atheist in fox holes.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:17 am |
    • breck

      So...the wealthy and educated are all lost in sin? This is so biased. I am an ivy league educated graduate who drives a BMW...and I am Christian. Education and money have nothing to do with salvation. Stop your ranting and do something better.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:20 am |
    • Knobby

      Sorry buddy, I'm at MIT

      April 24, 2011 at 10:36 am |
  13. tee

    See that jellybean I just pooped? Eat it.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:06 am |
  14. Jacob Jackson

    IIs this a news site or a site for promulgating religious beliefs? If CNN intends to be a site for reporting the news, please do not post articles trying to convince us to believe in a religion. Please respect your educated readers.

    April 24, 2011 at 10:05 am |
  15. Bucktooth

    Gteat Story! So true about the Black church growing up! Good memories!

    April 24, 2011 at 10:04 am |
  16. Dudley041518

    Zeeb – so let me ask you, what is the difference between those who offer to take time from their day to mention you specifically to the being they believe to have authority in the universe, and the feculent rant you are on, against those who wish you no harm?

    Which do you believe to be on the right track? Those who are happy and forgiving or those who go through some flatulent rant as we would expect from "Old Scratch?"

    April 24, 2011 at 10:01 am |
    • Boris

      I'm confused now. Is it a feculent rant or a flatulent rant. One would wet and runny and the other would be mostly air. Please make up your mind.

      Not to mention bringing scratching into the equation. Jeez, take your morning dump and a shower BEFORE posting next time.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:33 am |
  17. Its Easy To lie

    When what youre claiming cant be proved/disproved.

    I saw the light = I saw a flying rhinoceros today!

    Youre just gonna have to believe me!

    April 24, 2011 at 10:01 am |
    • Knobby

      Are you absolutely sure you saw a flying rhinoceros. That stretches the boundaries of credibility.

      April 24, 2011 at 10:38 am |
  18. NW1000

    Hallelujah John, this brings back many memories. I was only 11 when I received the Spirit Baptism. Have you ever heard Dudley Smith sing that song, Born Again? "You must have that fire and Holy Ghost, with a prayer wheel turning, to keep the fire burning, that Holy Ghost experience..." Nothing like it in the whole world, the peace, joy and love.

    April 24, 2011 at 9:59 am |
  19. Tori

    Very eloquent and heartfelt....I can empathize with your experience. Thank you for sharing this beautiful Easter morning.

    April 24, 2011 at 9:58 am |
  20. rivahcat

    I've experienced this as well, and, when I "came down" from it, realized it was a sort of mass hypnosis, a crowd mentality. If it's inspired the author or others, well and good, but I don't believe it's anything "divine".

    April 24, 2011 at 9:57 am |
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