This is a blog entry of random things I saw in one day and there is no need to mull over it or contemplate its meaning. There is no meaning.
We are humans. Collectively our cells, skin, body part, organs, etc make up our very being. Many times we look at ourselves as a whole unit, but have you ever stopped to think about just one part of your body? I did that today and came to this conclusion…our body parts must hate us. Have you ever thought about how your thigh feels to be forced into shorts two sizes too small in 85 degree weather with humidity? I would be pissed so why wouldn’t your thigh? Yet I see tons of women walking around torturing their body parts with clothing that cuts off circulation. Maybe your thighs don’t feel like showcasing the cottage cheese that’s taken residence on them. I respect my thighs…and their cottage cheese.
There is a Senegalese crackhead who enjoys hanging out right in front of my building. Maybe he doesn’t do drugs but he is clearly off. He doesn’t speak or do anything unless he hears African music. All jokes aside. He does nothing! As soon as the music from the shop next door comes on it’s like it activates his spidey senses and he goes to work. It reminds me of the movie Weekend at Bernie’s. Bernie was a dead guy who would seemingly come to life whenever music played. It’s exactly like that. So I’ve seen an African crackhead and now I’m just waiting to see an African rat on crack. That would be interesting.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Monday, September 7, 2009
Activate Your Faith
There are often those situations that come in and are a test from God about the level of faith you truly have. On April 10, 2009 my poppa finally got to meet God face to face. I was right by his hospital bed holding his hand. He didn’t struggle or move. He just went peacefully in his sleep. There is a huge piece of me that can’t mourn his death. He lived a good life and served as an example of faith on a daily basis. My poppa had cancer for 8 years. 8 years. That’s a long time to live with a terminal disease. Up until a year ago he still went out and golfed every now and then. He even got recognized by the Cancer Center of America for being a cancer survivor. I have to think that acknowledgement was not that of his body that was slowly giving way to this illness but that of his spirit that was a survivor. It still is a survivor.
That was all because of my poppa’s faith. Even in illness he never confessed that he was sick. To confess means to acknowledge one’s belief in something. Once something comes out of your mouth whether you mean it or not you have acknowledged belief in it. That is why our words are so important.
James 3:3-5 states: “When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us,
we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and
are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot
wants to go. Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts.
Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a
world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole
course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”
When we confess something our body gets in line with what we say. We like to say that our actions control what we do but where do our actions come from? Our thoughts. Where does what we confess come from? Our thoughts. Until we get our thoughts in order, our mouths will never confess the right things but that’s a whole other story. When we don’t speak the right things into the atmosphere our very being gets corrupted.
I know someone is thinking, “Well your poppa confessed the right things and he still died.” That’s very true. He did. But I have to believe it was his time to go. Death is imminent for us all. No one’s confession can keep them from dying. But what if his confessions were the reason why he lived a little longer? His confession let him see his first great grandchild born. It allowed him to share a little more wisdom. There was so much that he didn’t miss because of his confession. It reminds me of Daniel 3 where when the three Hebrew boys were facing death by furnace for not bowing to the king said this,
“O, Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we
are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he
will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O
king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”
Their faith and confession changed the outcome of the decree of the king. But if they had lacked faith or confessed their deaths, you better believe we would’ve had some burnt up Hebrew boys and the entire book of Daniel would read much different.
I am becoming much better at tailoring what I say. It can be difficult at times but I am definitely seeing the results. Daniel and the Hebrew boys left a legacy of faith. My poppa left a legacy of faith. What legacy will you leave?
On a lighter note, I wonder what my poppa’s first question to God was when he got to heaven. I know I have a ton of questions for Him.
That was all because of my poppa’s faith. Even in illness he never confessed that he was sick. To confess means to acknowledge one’s belief in something. Once something comes out of your mouth whether you mean it or not you have acknowledged belief in it. That is why our words are so important.
James 3:3-5 states: “When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us,
we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and
are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot
wants to go. Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts.
Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a
world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole
course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.”
When we confess something our body gets in line with what we say. We like to say that our actions control what we do but where do our actions come from? Our thoughts. Where does what we confess come from? Our thoughts. Until we get our thoughts in order, our mouths will never confess the right things but that’s a whole other story. When we don’t speak the right things into the atmosphere our very being gets corrupted.
I know someone is thinking, “Well your poppa confessed the right things and he still died.” That’s very true. He did. But I have to believe it was his time to go. Death is imminent for us all. No one’s confession can keep them from dying. But what if his confessions were the reason why he lived a little longer? His confession let him see his first great grandchild born. It allowed him to share a little more wisdom. There was so much that he didn’t miss because of his confession. It reminds me of Daniel 3 where when the three Hebrew boys were facing death by furnace for not bowing to the king said this,
“O, Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we
are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he
will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O
king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”
Their faith and confession changed the outcome of the decree of the king. But if they had lacked faith or confessed their deaths, you better believe we would’ve had some burnt up Hebrew boys and the entire book of Daniel would read much different.
I am becoming much better at tailoring what I say. It can be difficult at times but I am definitely seeing the results. Daniel and the Hebrew boys left a legacy of faith. My poppa left a legacy of faith. What legacy will you leave?
On a lighter note, I wonder what my poppa’s first question to God was when he got to heaven. I know I have a ton of questions for Him.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Favor ain't fair
So I knew my big mouth would come in handy one day. I have this habit of just pretty much saying whatever I feel. Sometimes it works in my favor. Other times it doesn’t. What I am about to write about seems so unreal to me. It’s purely a mixture of personality, correct positioning and favor from God. Some would call it luck but I don’t believe in luck. If it did exist I wouldn’t want to rely on it anyway.
I was asked to dance in a piece at a reputable university for their black history month program. Since it was for a friend I figured why not. A week into rehearsals another dancer joined us. She was really nice and we hit it off. Come to find out she was the Director of Admissions at the university. At the time that meant nothing to me.
The day we were going to minister I went into her office to get her. She was ecstatic because she had given away scholarships.
So I said, “If you were giving away scholarships you should’ve gave me one.”
She said, “Do you want to go here?”
I said, “If you’re going to give me a scholarship.”
“I’ll tell you what. The deadline is July 15th (my birthday). If you can get your application in by then you’re in. I don’t care what your grades are. If you can get your application in in the next two weeks, I’ll give you a scholarship.”
I pondered this notion. Nowhere in my five year plan did school fit, especially seminary. What was I supposed to do with that degree? Did I really want to take this opportunity away from someone else who dreamed of going here when I had literally stepped into it? I called Pastor Dre to get her feedback and she said if the only thing keeping me from going to school was some paperwork then I should fill it out and see what happens.
Did I mention that this all happened three days before I was leaving to go to California? How convenient it would be to literally walk on campus to get my recommendations and transcripts without having to get them sent? God is so awesome!
I was asked to dance in a piece at a reputable university for their black history month program. Since it was for a friend I figured why not. A week into rehearsals another dancer joined us. She was really nice and we hit it off. Come to find out she was the Director of Admissions at the university. At the time that meant nothing to me.
The day we were going to minister I went into her office to get her. She was ecstatic because she had given away scholarships.
So I said, “If you were giving away scholarships you should’ve gave me one.”
She said, “Do you want to go here?”
I said, “If you’re going to give me a scholarship.”
“I’ll tell you what. The deadline is July 15th (my birthday). If you can get your application in by then you’re in. I don’t care what your grades are. If you can get your application in in the next two weeks, I’ll give you a scholarship.”
I pondered this notion. Nowhere in my five year plan did school fit, especially seminary. What was I supposed to do with that degree? Did I really want to take this opportunity away from someone else who dreamed of going here when I had literally stepped into it? I called Pastor Dre to get her feedback and she said if the only thing keeping me from going to school was some paperwork then I should fill it out and see what happens.
Did I mention that this all happened three days before I was leaving to go to California? How convenient it would be to literally walk on campus to get my recommendations and transcripts without having to get them sent? God is so awesome!
This ain't Chicken Little
Everyone is running around acting like Chicken Little yelling the sky is falling. Yes the economy isn’t the greatest but mass hysteria and pessimism sure as heck isn’t going to help. I’ve started claiming that I’m not in a recession. Though everyone else is ascribing to that crap I refuse to. If we act the same way the world does when problems hit then how are we a light or an example? I choose to be in a state of gratefulness while carefully planning my next steps.
Greatest Hits
Just one question plagues me today. How can you have a greatest cd’s hit when you only have 3 cd’s? This is clearly a ploy to make money. You need longevity to do this. You need more than 3 number one hits. Come on people. Holler back about anyone who put out a greatest hit album that shouldn’t have.
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