The story of how I arrived at the name of Carrie’s TOUCH for this organization all boils down to two major factors: spirit and culture. As an ordained minister, it should come as no surprise that God would be the foundation. I was raised in the church and have had a personal relationship with God since I was twelve years old. Throughout my adult life, I have been very drawn to the story of the woman with the issue of blood (Mark 5: 25-34). When I answered God’s call to preach the Gospel, the Lord confirmed that my ministry would be one of healing, and my trial sermon was preached from this very text. Little did I know that I would be first in the “need of a healing” line, and that I would eventually become a modern day woman with an issue of blood. There were many days during my cancer treatment that I relied on the belief that, “If only I could TOUCH the hem of His garment” I could be healed, comforted, relieved from pain, and that God would provide whatever I needed. Therefore, for me, faith in “the TOUCH” was inevitable!
Family is very important to most cultures and African Americans are no exception. Most of us have a Big Momma or one to the like who reigns supreme at Sunday dinners, family reunions, church functions and special occasions. And no one ever cooks or sews or comforts like Momma can. So I think it would stand to reason that Carrie Eda, my Momma, should be with me in this endeavor. No, she was not a cancer survivor; however, that does not mean that she did not have her own fight. For as long as I can remember, my mom was a victim of domestic violence. Over thirty years ago, when I was just a little girl, Momma’s abuser took her life. The eleven years I was blessed to have with her were filled with as much love as God could shove in them. I only have a few memories of her. She was beautiful and tall with skin the color of a vanilla wafer and she had lots of class. Her sisters agree that, “Everyone loved her!” With tears in their eyes and quivering voices they express their love and how much they miss her. My two brothers, sister and I, miss her too! I’m told that my mom had a passion for helping others and I’m glad she passed that trait on to me. Like Momma, in her short time here on earth, I continually reach to TOUCH the hem of His garment. I pray for her spirit to remain alive in me and in the work I do to honor her life!
I pray that you, too, will be blessed by Carrie’s TOUCH!