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Upon This Rock: The Miracles of a Black Church

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Upon This Rock: The Miracles of a Black Church

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Samuel G. Friedman

We gave it an A

Of all the contributions African-Americans have made to our culture since the first slaves arrived during the 17th century, the most profound have often come from an institution little understood by other Americans: the black church. More than a century before today’s ”liberation theology,” as Samuel G. Freedman points out in his fascinating Upon This Rock: The Miracles of a Black Church, a black religious thinkers invented a kind of ”counter-Christianity… Whites worshiped a Christ who taught that religion should not disturb the political order, blacks a Christ who offended the powerful and redeemed the oppresses.”

But Freedman’s vivid, wonderfully affecting the book is no historical tract. Rather, it is journalism of the highest sort, a compassionate — if less than worshipful — account of a year in the life on an extraordinary man, a charismatic Brooklyn preacher named the Reverend Johnny Ray Youngblood. Youngblood’s St. Paul Church lies in Brooklyn’s East New York, one of the most devastated, drug-and violence-infested neighborhoods in the city.

As a ”double outsider,” the white, Jewish Freedman — a gifted reporter whose excellent 1990 book, Small Victories, chronicled the life of a New York City high school-teacher — took a sizable journalistic risk The result is a sharply focused, triumphant, hymn-shouting wonder of a book documenting the spiritual and worldly struggles of a people grappling with everyday realities that would test the convictions of a saint.

”There’s a coroner’s report,” Youngblood tells a shouting, weeping congregation, ”that we are dead. Prison statistics report the black male is dead… Education dropouts, flunk-outs, dead. Male-less households, dead. Fatherless children, dead.”

But hope nevertheless abides. ”Every time I see a brother come to Christ, there’s a resurrection goin’ on… Every time I see a man hug his son, there’s a resurrection goin’ on.” Together with a multiracial alliance of religious leaders representing various faiths, Youngblood has thrust himself and his church into a vigorous struggle to reclaim inner city neighborhoods, block by hellish block. Not only by reaching out to the drug-addicted and helping to finance affordable, privately owned housing but by building a strong sense of community, the necessary moral foundation without which the best-intentioned plans of government are sure to fail. Truly inspirational. A