If there’s one thing we know, it is that change is the one constant in life. We’re born, we grow up and, if we’re fortunate, we grow old and then we die. We go to school, move away, marry, give birth and, sometimes, divorce. Our hearts are broken and they heal. Our parents care for us; we become our parents’ caregivers. Seasons change. Our lives are fueled by change. Like gardens, we struggle to reach the sun. Some wilt away while others push their way up through the soil and thrive.

Change is inevitable. It is constant. It is certain. It’s not whether it will come, but when, and most importantly how we handle the change. There’s an adage that says you can tell a lot about a person by the way they handle a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas tree lights.

African Americans are masters of change. From their arrival on these shores, they learned to adapt quickly in order to survive. They learned a new language, a new religion, a new way of life. With remnants, they fashioned new customs, new music, a new nation. They created ball gowns from sack cloth. They learned to spin gold from grass. They grew strong. They thrived.

And so once again the world is undergoing major change. As the familiar falls away, many may be tempted to give in to fear. But this is when we are reminded that there is always opportunity in change. Many of the world’s most innovative ideas, programs and inventions emerged during times of crisis. In times like these we are reminded of our faith journey and of our unique ability to create beauty from bits and pieces. And because of the wisdom of Big Momma, we know how to double up and add more water to the pot.