Father!

A poignant memory of my father's absenteeism resurfaced while I was discussing my brief military career with my wife. I found myself grappling with a haunting question: if my father had been present during those pivotal moments when I was contemplating whether to leave or extend my service, how different might my path have been if he had been there to offer guidance? My wife sensed the bitterness in my voice, a lingering shadow of a wound that I had never truly forgiven. I reassured her that I had come to terms with my feelings long before his passing, but as the conversation unfolded, I began to wonder if I had genuinely reconciled in full. 

My wife often reminds me of a nurturing mother, embodying the spirit of selflessness. She has devoted her life to the well-being of our children, sacrificing her dreams for their happiness. When I turned sixteen, my mother navigated the challenges of single parenthood, bestowing us a wealth of attention and love. With unwavering determination, she resolved that her boys would not find themselves imprisoned by poor choices or buried too soon. 

After returning home from the seminary, I was met with the stark reality of my parents' divorce, a revelation that felt like a seismic shift in my life. As the eldest, I instinctively assumed the mantle of responsibility, eager to support my mother however I could. My younger brother, just two years my junior, was a spirited force of nature, often testing the bounds of our relationship. With punishment off the table and frustration building, our disagreements frequently erupted into spirited battles, a testament to the complexities of brotherhood amidst the upheaval of our lives.

As a child, I vividly recall seeing my father returning home from work, his big, black lunch box swinging by his side and his trousers rolled up to reveal his weathered ankles. He would call out to us, the laughter of our play echoing in the air, before disappearing into the house to change clothes for the evening ahead. My mother, gentle and soft-spoken like my wife, worked the night shift at the hospital, her hands often tenderly caring for little ones in the pediatrics department. Occasionally, we would hear the distant sounds of their disagreements—sharp words cutting through the air—but those moments were few and far between, like fleeting shadows in the warm glow of our family life.

My father was well-known in the neighborhood for giving pocket change to the kids our age, but we barely got words of encouragement from him. The other kids would tell us what house they saw him in when he should have been home with us. My baby brother expressed his dislike of him, whereas I hid my contempt and disappointment. But, one day, that all changed when I turned seventeen and back home. 

Just before sunset, we heard a knock at the door one evening. It was my father, and we were taken aback to see his arm wrapped in blood-soaked cloths. He asked if he could speak with Mom, hoping she would be able to tend to his injury, as he had been hurt in an altercation. My brother and I felt strongly about not letting him in. However, my mother, a nurse and a compassionate person, chose to help him despite our objections. She carefully treated his wound, stitched him up, and sent him on his way.

Initially, my brother and I were frustrated with her decision. We couldn't understand why she would assist someone who had caused us pain. Mom took the time to explain her reasoning to us, emphasizing her belief in the importance of helping others regardless of their past actions. This experience reminded us of her values and her unwavering kindness, which ultimately served as a lesson in empathy and compassion.

Not long after, Mom received a letter that my father had relocated to another state to stay with his sister. I found myself following in his footsteps by joining the Navy, the same branch of service, at the age of nineteen. My decision was driven by necessity; the military offered a reliable source of income, allowing me to send monthly payments to support Mom. When the day finally came for my discharge from the Navy, a mix of anticipation and apprehension filled me as I had lingering questions for my father. 

However, he had already moved from his sister’s home, leaving no forwarding address. For over two decades, none of us heard from him. It wasn’t until my uncle, his brother, informed Mom that my father had returned, now residing five blocks away in an assisted living facility, that we learned of his presence. 

Despite the passing years, he remained shrouded in embarrassment and shame, refusing to visit us, and ultimately, none of us sought to reconnect with him. Mom wanted us to see him, but we couldn’t bring ourselves. In a striking display of compassion, she would cook him dinner and deliver it herself, fully aware that we held no inclination to see him again. 

Mom dedicated herself to shaping my upbringing, often reiterating the age-old commandment to honor your father and mother. She emphasized that despite everything, he remained my father, urging me to embrace forgiveness as a vital step toward healing and moving beyond the burdens of the past. I was encouraged to rise above my pride and visit him—an idea that lingered for years. 

Finally, in my forties, I confronted this chapter of my life. As I approached the door, my heart raced with anticipation and trepidation. When the door creaked open, I was met by my father, who stood before me with an oxygen tank by his side. The man I once knew as towering and robust appeared diminished, frail, and burdened by time. In an instant, a wave of sympathy washed over me, and I couldn't help but see a reflection of my fears in his weakened state. 

I felt an overwhelming regret as I confronted the image of an unfulfilled life that loomed before me, one I desperately wanted to avoid. My brother, who had grown, married, and settled far away with his family, was now a distant figure in this narrative. He and his wife had embraced the call of duty, joined the military, and built a lovely life, never looking back to acknowledge our father. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. My father and I apologized and agreed to forgiveness, but were they empty words? We’ll never know.

I must compliment my wife on her wisdom and understanding. She is very much like my mother. I can see that I haven’t let go of my issues with my father. I’m still addressing him as my father, not Dad. I even remember calling him Mister so and so, too. As I have gotten older, I have several unresolved issues to address, a few of which my wife has pointed out.

Uncanny Familiarity!

Sometimes, I find myself pondering the intriguing phenomenon of déjà vu. I often wonder how many people have genuinely experienced or even know what it means. The Oxford Dictionary defines déjà vu as “a feeling of having already experienced the present situation.” There have been moments in my life when I felt an uncanny familiarity with the circumstances unfolding around me, as if I were caught in a time loop. Though the outcome may differ each time, specific details feel strikingly similar, as if they echo the past. Could we have encountered these scenarios before, perhaps in a previous life?

In various cultures, there's a fascinating belief in reincarnation, the idea that our souls are reborn after death to seek redemption and atonement for our past sins. This belief presents life as an opportunity for a “do-over,” where we emerge as a new being devoid of memories from our past. It's a concept that carries a certain weight, suggesting our journeys are cyclical, each life a chance to grow and learn. I’ve even heard people remark, “That baby has been here before; it possesses a familiar essence.” They might note a particular look, a stance, or a mannerism reminiscent of someone long gone, hinting at an invisible thread connecting generations across time.

Engaging in morally and ethically sound behavior can be challenging, especially when faced with societal pressures for acceptance. Many individuals tend to conform to social norms to fit in. However, Christians have a clear directive to distinguish themselves from the majority, often described as being a “peculiar people.” This call emphasizes the importance of aligning one's actions with one's faith and values despite the difficulties that may arise from deviating from societal expectations.

As we age, we accumulate a vast array of experiences, each imprinting itself on our minds, while simultaneously, we find that many of these memories fade into obscurity. These recollections, buried deep within the recesses of our minds, often lie dormant until a specific trigger brings them back to the forefront. This phenomenon can manifest as déjà vu, where a familiar scene, scent, or sensation stirs something long forgotten, creating an eerie connection to the past. In such moments, we may be transported back in time, reliving fragments of joy, sadness, or lessons learned, even if we can’t recall the exact details. This interplay between memory and experience enriches our lives yet reminds us of the fleeting nature of time and the hidden treasures within our histories. In other words, it’s a mind thing.

We are at a critical turning point that requires careful evaluation of our future directions. It's imperative that we get our lives organized and align our minds, hearts, and souls with God. When circumstances remind us of similarities, let us pray for wisdom to make the right decisions that benefit us and our loved ones.

 

Rebellion Or Redemption

    I wrestle with the clash between my fleshly desires and spiritual aspirations each day. One moment, I felt an earnest longing to submit to God's Will, to align my thoughts and actions with a higher purpose. Yet, in the blink of an eye, I can quickly become distracted by the temptations and pressures of the mundane world, pulling me away from that divine path I strive to follow.

    Some days are undeniably more challenging than others. On the days when I succeed in quieting the noise around me, when I manage to set aside distractions and truly focus on following God's Will, I experience an unmistakable sense of peace. My thoughts become clear, my mind feels less cluttered, and a profound simplicity washes over my daily tasks. Those moments of clarity allow me to embrace a more profound connection with my spirituality, illuminating my path and reminding me of the beauty of surrendering to that higher calling.

    Surrendering to a higher power entails an immense sense of humility and stepping back from one’s ego and desires. I often grapple with the notion of vulnerability, as I’m not particularly adept at demonstrating what some might perceive as weakness; even acknowledging this struggle feels tinged with pride. Yet, here I stand today, firmly anchored by the unwavering love that God has bestowed upon me. His boundless goodness and mercy have been my lifeline, nurturing and sustaining me throughout every chapter of my life. Without His relentless Grace, I cannot fathom where I would be now.

    I admit to my moments of foolishness and ignorance, recognizing that we all stumble through life with our missteps. In a world where the political and social landscape feels increasingly tumultuous and fraught with division, I question what actions I can take to effect change. Beyond the power of the pen—writing letters, articulating my thoughts—or participating in elections through voting, I often wonder what more I can contribute to this complex dialogue. Changing someone else's mind or heart feels insurmountable, especially when I sometimes struggle to alter my perspectives.

    However, at the core of this journey lies the theme of redemption, a profound reminder that God’s compassion is vast and available to anyone who seeks forgiveness. In that belief, I find hope, clinging to the understanding that even in my limitations, there is a path toward grace and renewal for all who earnestly seek it.

    Recent observations have led me to reflect on the impact of aging on my viewpoint. During a recent drive, I encountered a person lying on the concrete outside a bus stop at a busy intersection, covered in blankets and cardboard, seemingly unresponsive amidst morning traffic. Moments later, I saw a young man holding a sign that read “Need help” at another intersection just two miles away. This experience prompted me to consider the potential for meaningful change in one of the wealthiest countries in the world. If society could prioritize the needs of vulnerable populations, including those facing social, economic, and mental health challenges, there might be opportunities for permanent relief. As I drove past these individuals, I hoped for a more compassionate approach to supporting those in need.

    The world today is engulfed in a vibrant public rebellion, a phenomenon not unlike those seen in ancient times. One might label this era modern, yet fundamentally, there is nothing new under the sun. I hold a sincere conviction that the trajectory of this cycle of rebellion can be altered if not entirely transformed. History has recorded this and should not be erased to protect the future. We should learn from our mistakes and not repeat them.

    To break the unrest, the sins of previous generations, even those that did not directly involve the present descendants, must be acknowledged and addressed. Instead, many current generations find themselves reaping the rewards of these same transgressions—indulging in the allure of idolatry, embracing wealth, wielding power, and basking in a sense of entitlement—rather than standing up against the injustices perpetuated by their forebears. The moment is now! No one will take away anything you have. Sacrifice your pride, not your morals. Otherwise, the enemy from the outside will destroy the nation from the inside.

    There lurks an unmistakable fear among them, a concern that speaking out might result in the loss of what was wrongfully seized from the ancestors of others. Consequently, we are entangled in a mutual quest for comfort and an idealized lifestyle, often at the expense of striving for a more profound existence within the Kingdom of God. Despite the transient nature of our earthly lives, our thoughts frequently gravitate toward what legacy we will leave behind rather than contemplating the eternal consequences of our choices, whether hellish or blissful.

Righteous vs Rebellious!

I used to believe that righteousness was synonymous with holiness, a lofty ideal that felt impossibly out of reach. My mind, steeped in a carnal perspective, viewed righteousness almost as a distant star; I could admire it, yet never hope to touch it. The weight of my sins loomed heavy, convincing me that spiritual purity was an unattainable goal for someone like me. It wasn't until I delved into the dictionary that I began to peel back the layers of my misunderstanding. According to Merriam-Webster, "righteous" is acting according to divine or moral law, embodying a state free from guilt or sin, and exhibiting a justifiable moral compass. This definition struck me, yet I still struggled with being free from sin or possessing virtuous morals. It became increasingly clear that my inclination to resist what was right, in favor of what was wrong, was a form of rebellion against God’s commandments, a silent act of defiance that I had failed to recognize until now.

Rebellious was defined as tending to fight against or disobey authority; it suggests being stubborn, defiant, and uncontrollable. This description reflects how I once lived, and in retrospect, I’m ashamed.

I found myself out of alignment with God’s Will, living an imbalanced life that I didn’t fully recognize then. Distractions consumed me—chasing material success, seeking validation from others, and neglecting my spiritual health. In this state of rebellion, I thought I was in control, but the deeper I ventured into this chaotic lifestyle, the more disconnected I felt from my true purpose. It took a moment of reflection and inner turmoil to realize that I had strayed far from the path of peace and fulfillment that comes from living in harmony with divine guidance.

Divine Guidance has been a fundamental aspect of existence since the creation of the Earth. Each day was designed with specific purposes, reflecting a divine order established by God. The sequence of days showcases the potential of creation, highlighting how much can be accomplished within a six-day framework. A seventh day is dedicated to rest and reflection, allowing humanity to express gratitude and recognize achievements throughout the week.

The calendar is also structured to align with the natural cycles of seasons and time, intended to support human life. However, humans have altered these systems throughout history to fit their needs, often deviating from the original divine plan. This deviation can be traced back to the early moments of human existence, where the Fall from Eden symbolizes a departure from divine alignment. The influence of a rebellious angel, Satan, led to the introduction of rebellion into the world and a subsequent misalignment of humanity with God’s intentions. Humans possess the inherent ability to discern between good and evil, yet they chose to disregard this understanding, resulting in a discord with the divine design.

Throughout the Books of the Bible, numerous examples illustrate how the faithful fought against those who opposed God's laws. "righteous" refers to individuals who possess strong moral values, adhere to God's will, and observe His commandments. However, this can also raise questions about judgment, particularly regarding the distinction between those deemed "right" and those who may be perceived as "wrong" and deserving of punishment.

I express this sentiment because it is evident that rebellions are erupting across our nation and around the globe. The tumultuous nature of humanity's defiance against order and authority will persist until we wholeheartedly align ourselves with God's divine will. Amidst this widespread chaos and uncertainty, we must seek clarity, truth, and understanding from the One who graciously imparts wisdom to all who earnestly seek it.

 

Always The Good Shepherd!!!

The other day, as I was darting around town running errands, I couldn’t help but notice the overwhelming gridlock on the roads. It was mid-morning, when you’d expect things to be relatively calm, not the chaotic surge I witnessed. I found myself pondering the origin of all these vehicles and the thoughts swirling in the minds of their drivers. 

Living in a vibrant college town adjacent to a bustling military base means my surroundings are a tapestry of students bustling with ambition and retirees enjoying the leisurely pace of life. The atmosphere is always charged with energy, yet on that day, it felt different—more urgent. 

With massive executive orders looming on the horizon, promising cuts and freezes that will ripple through our community, it struck me that we can’t afford to drive around aimlessly. Each car on the road seemed to carry a purpose, an unsaid mission with a destination etched in mind. Maybe, just maybe, we’re all navigating through the same storm, seeking clarity amid the uncertainty. It shouldn’t surprise anyone that we have more in common than differences. Yet, I feel the one difference that has separated many of us has always been the colors of our skin.

People chase their unique happiness in a free, vibrant nation, driven by personal goals and desires. Yet, in this pursuit, they often set aside the spirit of unity, prioritizing individual satisfaction over collective strength. With these new changes, many see societal alterations that can and will affect us all. Why are our elected leaders not standing up for the people, instead of sacrificing us to the wolves that are foreign and domestic? 

I’m reminded of the biblical verses about the Good Shepherd in John 10. It doesn’t matter which version; they may be written differently but have the same meaning. I’m using the New International Version (NIV).

“11 I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. 12 The hired hand is not the shepherd and does not own the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. Then the wolf attacks the flock and scatters it. 13 The man runs away because he is a hired hand and cares nothing for the sheep. 14 “I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me— 15 just as the Father knows me and I know the Father—and I lay down my life for the sheep. 16 I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd.”

The Good Shepherd selflessly lays down his life to safeguard his flock, a collection of wandering souls who have strayed, captivated instead by those who chase after their ambitions. This growing distance between the shepherd and his flock paints a poignant picture of alienation. Yet, beneath the shadows of their separation, the Shepherd's sacrifice resonates with profound significance, echoing through the corridors of time. As the seasons change and the years unfold, he will ultimately return, a figure of unwavering authority, to judge the flock with compassion and righteousness for all eternity.

 

 

 

Why Not, We're On the Road To a Breakdown!

            In the current atmosphere, it’s a miracle that people haven’t completely lost their composure in their daily lives. The wave of anger and frustration many of us feel following the recent election is palpable. I genuinely believe that powerful interests manipulated, bought, and paid for the election. The electoral colleges tilted decidedly towards the far-right candidates and were waiting to be exploited for their advantage. We are watching people showing up who they are in real time.

What’s unfolding under this administration, particularly with the barrage of executive orders, should be no surprise to anyone paying attention. After all, we were given ample warnings about the direction things might take. It seems as if we have grown somewhat immune to the political shenanigans and controversies emanating from the highest levels of government, yet this has hardly dulled our sense of dissatisfaction. We are not amused by the lack of transparency, accountability, or genuine leadership we had hoped for during this critical time. In the current atmosphere, it’s nothing short of a miracle that people haven’t completely lost their composure in their daily lives. The wave of anger and frustration many of us feel following the recent election is palpable. I genuinely believe that the election was manipulated, bought and paid for by powerful interests. The electoral colleges tilted decidedly towards the far-right candidates, were waiting to be exploited to their advantage. 

What’s unfolding under this administration, particularly with the barrage of executive orders, should be no surprise to anyone paying attention. After all, we were given ample warnings about the direction things might take. It seems as if we have grown somewhat immune to the political shenanigans and controversies emanating from the highest levels of government, yet this has hardly dulled our sense of dissatisfaction. We are not amused by the lack of transparency, accountability, or genuine leadership we hoped for during this critical time. 

Today marked the climax of a shameful week characterized by embarrassment, humiliation, and apparent bullying from the President and Vice President toward the leaders of England, France, and Ukraine. It begs the question: Why do entitled individuals often behave so foolishly? How can we possibly blame the Ukrainian President for his reluctance to embrace peace when our President seems to dismiss the notion of harmony within our nation? 

The administration may have framed the cacophony of shouting and the uncivil discourse as a robust defense of the nation’s interests. Still, it undeniably resembled a coordinated assault meant to assert dominance over perceived weakness. This so-called weakness surfaced as an inability to convey coherent thoughts, becoming a grotesque display of vitriol from leaders lacking essential diplomacy and respect.

It was a pitiful sight to witness the exchange. Just the day before, at a cabinet meeting, Elon Musk appeared to dominate proceedings, while only a week prior, the President seemed diminished in the Oval Office, overshadowed by Musk and his toddler son during their press engagement. If this was an attempt to project strength following a series of disheartening events, it came across as a cowardly exhibition, lacking substance and gravitas.

Seek First The Kingdom of God!

“But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.” Matthew 6:33 KJV

    Over time, I learned that certain biblical scriptures fail to resonate with me no matter how often I hear or read them. One day, after reencountering these passages, they finally struck a chord. I truly grasped the meaning of "seeking the kingdom of God." I had finally slowed down enough to let the words sink in and understand their significance. I realize now that I wasn't ready to receive them at first. I was distracted by worldly needs and wants. I was overly focused on fulfilling my physical needs instead of my spiritual needs. It was easier to indulge in these needs now than to think about the eternal consequences.

    Recently, a friend and I engaged in a thought-provoking discussion about the diverse ministries we are called to pursue. It became clear that not everyone is destined to deliver fiery sermons, lead demonstrations, or stand before large audiences to share the Word of God. Consider the apostle Paul, who once fervently persecuted the followers of Christ but transformed into one of the faith's most ardent defenders. In his letters, he profoundly states, “So Christ himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors, and teachers, to equip his people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up.” (Ephesians 4:11-12 NIV). Tony is, in my opinion, an excellent college professor who aims to lead young minds to a higher level of thinking. God has placed him in a position of leadership. He has taken his expanded role very seriously. Those of you persevering in toxic work environments, depending on how spirit-minded you are, are ministering through encouraging words and support.

    This highlights that ministry takes many forms. A gentle smile, a compassionate gesture, or a moment of patience can be powerful ministries. By embodying kindness, peace, patience, and love, we can effectively minister to others and play our part in leading them toward the Kingdom of God. Each act of kindness can ripple outwards, inviting others into a deeper understanding of faith and community.

    In these challenging times, it’s undeniable that our morals and beliefs are being put to the ultimate test. The world's weight often makes it seem easier to surrender and retreat into despair, to give in to the temptation of giving up. Yet, deep within each of us lies an unwavering strength, a reservoir of resilience waiting to be tapped. We must reach deep down, summon that inner courage, and forge ahead with determination. Seeking the kingdom of God begins with small steps, one foot in front of the other, one day at a time. Yes, we may stumble and sometimes fall, but we were not meant to stay down or live in shame or regret. Get up, put the past behind us, transform our old way of thinking negatively, and move forward toward salvation.

First Quarter!

Legions of spirits of confusion, division, destruction, deception, liars, and all things opposite of all things good and righteous are running rampant in this world. Look around. We see their disciples carrying out orders. Every day, we wake up to bad news or can’t have a peaceful night of sleep because of it. Countries are at an all-time unrest. Men and women in the church are humiliating each other online and in the sanctuary by calling each other out. People regret their choices, but we can’t turn back the hands of time. Who can we turn to for help? God is not missing. So many people believe that He doesn’t exist. They believe in a demagogue and that God appointed him. They worship what they see.

I was born in the 1950s and have seen people at least tolerate each other because of race relations at that time. I also saw some forward progress in the 60s. In the past three weeks, I have recognized the conditions in the 20s and 30s when my parents were born. I foresee a return to racism, making America ashamed again but this time proud to do so. If it seems that I’m allowing my experience as a template to judge, I am. But it’s wrong. I should use history instead. Throughout all of history in the world, people have fought back against tyrannies and dictatorships. America was built on these causes by immigrants who fled their former countries for a better life. Look at the wars fought in this land and within its borders. We trend in cycles. The underlying truth is that the people stood together on the backs of their ancestors and never gave up.

This election has created significant animosity between different races and even within families. The division has become so pronounced that the phrase “I told you so” has been supplanted by “Mess around and find out.” This isn’t just petty behavior. To those who believe it is, I urge you to learn to respect differing opinions. I refer to this time as the disunification of America. This was a time when we didn’t heed the warnings from others because we placed pride over common sense. When I was growing up, we took threats seriously. If someone disagreed with you outside your home and the argument escalated to the point where the other person said, “Don’t be here when I come back,” it was wise to leave. It’s not a sign of cowardice to walk away; it’s a sign of survival. Too often, people didn’t heed that warning and stayed. Only one remained standing when they returned. Then-candidate Trump warned us, but we didn’t believe him. I’m sure we will now.

What can we do now? We have run out of excuses, and there is no need to look back. When seeking guidance, I turn to God for counsel and advice, trusting He wants the best for me. No need to rush Hm, trust Him. Social media, the news, the internet, and even our friends often prioritize clicks and views fueled by emotional biases. Emotions can cloud our judgment. Pride does not work well with humility. Our fingers are joined to one hand, arm, and body. Our states are connected to one country. We could be an influential collective if we set aside our pride and obstinacy.

While some may disagree or resist compromise, many sensible and rational thinkers have the vision we need. We must align ourselves and prepare for the midterm elections. We must replace those who refuse to compromise and elect new representatives to create change. Until then, let’s join in peaceful boycotts, protests, and demonstrations and make our voices heard by writing to or calling our state representatives. We need to reset, readdress, and regain what we have lost.

Wake Up With Prayers Every Morning!

 I want to share an excerpt from one of my morning prayers I read this morning. It's Psalm 9:13-20 New King James Version. It was appropriate seeing what our nation is going through. We need God through challenging times as well as good times. Never forget where you could have been. Give Him praise where you are now.

¹³ Have mercy on me, O Lord!
Consider my trouble from those who hate me,
You who lift me up from the gates of death,

¹⁴ That I may tell of all Your praise
In the gates of the daughter of Zion.
I will rejoice in Your salvation.

¹⁵ The nations have sunk down in the pit which they made;
In the net which they hid, their own foot is caught.

¹⁶ The Lord is known by the judgment He executes;
The wicked is snared in the work of his own hands.
Meditation. Selah

¹⁷ The wicked shall be turned into hell,
And all the nations that forget God.

¹⁸ For the needy shall not always be forgotten;
The expectation of the poor shall not perish forever.
 
¹⁹ Arise, O Lord,
Do not let man prevail;
Let the nations be judged in Your sight.

²⁰ Put them in fear, O Lord,
That the nations may know themselves to be but men. Selah

NKJV Psalm 13-20.

Note: Selah: Pause, Rest, Reflect

The Carpet Baggers Are Back!

    After the Civil War, people from the North moved to the South, akin to snake oil salespeople. They sought ways to take advantage of vulnerable Southerners. They were con men who talked fast, thought quickly, and got rich off the poor man. They were called Carpet Baggers because their bags were made from old carpets. They were cheap then and still are.

    Some individuals have evolved into billionaires who now hold significant power in our country. They spend millions to support their chosen candidates but expect to influence decisions in return. Although not elected, their appointments allow them to make choices that affect millions. What kind of government have we become? We are not a banana republic dependent on limited resources, yet our government sometimes appears unstable. We, the people, have been bought, sold, and enveloped in unlimited contributions and deception.

    Unfortunately, we can't pray to and serve the same God, the Holy Spirit. We may struggle to stay consistent, and we all go through seasons when our prayer lives falter. Let's not be discouraged during those times; instead, keep persevering! Successful people consistently do what others do only occasionally. Don't be an observer in the Coliseum cheering for the downfall of others. Pray for them. Today, the false guise that religion is under attack is misleading. It is the poor and vulnerable as the rich get richer. We don’t have the common sense that it is a war of classes, generations, and white guilt from the older generation who doesn't want to discuss it. They never had, but they were tired of hearing it. Look at the churches losing members. Some of their pastors are bringing up racial equality and understanding too much. The old folks don't need those memories. They are too busy bringing the Jim Crow days back when people knew their places. Few people are willing to sit together and have an honest and respectful conversation about racism. If admitting that it exists, it acknowledges that white supremacy exists, and that's why there's a separation in this country. That would require changes all around. It's easier to maintain the way things are. Radical changes could do more harm than good to some people.

    We can agree to disagree on the notion that the world is not yet prepared to embrace the divine. This perspective is firmly rooted in my belief; since the fateful moment when Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden, sin has taken a deep hold within the hearts and minds of humanity. I would further assert that when Lucifer and his followers were banished from the celestial realm, Earth transformed into a battleground for evil, forever stained by their rebellion. Satan could not accept God, and man has followed Satan. Even those holding religious positions have followed secular behaviors rather than separate themselves from church and state. It’s more lucrative that way.

    The prophets are no more, and the love of God seems absent. Humanity has become enamored with itself and its accomplishments. There is no one to be a voice in the wilderness to tell us to repent and that the Lord is returning. True Christians must strive to stand apart and resist conforming to this world. We are here only temporarily; our eternal life belongs elsewhere. Regardless of how much wealth and glory we accumulate, only our names will be remembered, and even that will fade into memory. 

Tragedy In The Atmosphere!

Wednesday, January 29, 2025, the nation experienced a tragic air collision that deeply affected travelers. The incident occurred at Ronald Reagan Airport in Washington, D.C., where an Army Black Hawk helicopter with three crew members collided with a passenger plane carrying 64 individuals. Many passengers were associated with the U.S. Figure Skating Association, returning to Washington from a skating event in Wichita, Kansas. Among those on board were celebrities, young skaters, and others eager to reach their destination. Sadly, it was announced that there were no survivors. Our hearts reach out to their loved ones with prayers and love for their loss.

Instead of showing any façade of sympathy, the leader of this country blamed the collision of DEI Programs. At times like this, Diversity, Equality, and Inclusion were the only things on his mind. No kind or encouraging words, just blaming a silent voice that can’t speak. He had already abolished several federal programs, with the states and corporations following suit. He wants the position but refuses to be responsible for it. this a tragedy on several levels.

I now know he is President for some people, but not all. If he were for everyone, at least one person in his administration would stand up. Instead, they support his lies and distractions. Remember this: Beasts eat their own. Sooner or later, they will turn on each other. I question who is using him. Is he that deceitful?

No Assumptions, No Judgements!

    I am experiencing some troubling feelings, and I know I’m not alone; many others likely feel the same way. I’m not sure where to begin. I stopped watching the news because it was filled with chaos, confusion, and disorder. America has chosen, and now we must all face the consequences. It’s too late to turn back time. A divided nation will fall. America was divided during the Civil War, and there are still generations who prefer to remain separated and believe that the war is not truly over. I can't assume, and I can't judge others. I don't have to condone their behavior, either.

    We know that history repeats itself. This isn't the first time the world or any country has seen disorder. Let's go back before Christ. They thought Herod was horrible. Oh, yeah, let's go back even further. Nebuchadnezzar wasn't kind either, but each time. There's always been a leader who was evil and had no respect for God, man, humanity, or righteousness. Roman Emperor Nero was a scoundrel who lived a partying and extravagant life and was said to have set fire to Rome. He persecuted Christians. We have had dictators in the world who tried to exterminate the Jews. Many hailed the idea of supremacy and superiority. But, in the end, they had to face the cruelty of mortality and the wraith of God. Yet, the common thread for these hateful accounts was separating the rich vs the poor, Minority vs Majority, Supremacy vs Inferiors, and Religion vs. traditional religion. Our world continuously seeks ways to separate itself from the divine order. And we haven’t learned our lesson yet, because we still seek money, power, and authority. Nothing ever good happens when our emotions drive us to use retribution and revenge against others. Prepare for the backlash. One must be fair, honest, and truthful when leading and serving the people. Jesus Christ taught us that, at least, for those who choose to follow Him. 

    Our integrity and moral compasses have changed with the times. People once viewed as pillars of the community are now seen as counterfeits who lack standards for standing up for their beliefs. We all have a price, but how much and far are we willing to sell ourselves for and go? The “selling of souls” has been the trend since last year in anticipation of what’s ahead from our new government. There will be a collection on a day they will not expect. “Therefore, keep watch because you do not know on what day your Lord will come.” Matthew 24:42

 

Great Job Coach Prime!

    Let’s discuss something good and decent for a change. It may not be much, but it’s worth discussing. It may have some negative connotations, but it’s factual and truthful. Let’s get started.

    I found this article in the news on the Athlon Website: Average GPA of Colorado Players Under Deion Sanders Turns Heads. Max Escarpio wrote it on January 14, 2025. My apologies. I couldn’t hyperlink the story. This website requires a subscription, too.

    Some of you sports fans might know about Coach’s Prime record at Colorado University. He talked a big game the first year and had a 4-8 year. The second year, the Bisons went to the playoffs, lost, but had a 9-4 season. He turned the program around, but that is still not the focus point.  I would argue that he still didn’t get any credit for doing this feat. Most new NFL coaches are fired the first year, the black coaches.

    The point is in the title that Max Escarpio wrote about. It’s about an above-average 3.0 GPA in team history. An excerpt from the article states, "I’m judged on a different scale," Sanders said, per W.G. Ramirez at the Associated Press in July 2024. "My wins are totally different than your wins. Your wins, you just judge football, that’s why I start out (talking about) education and academics and so forth. I have to give you those things so you understand there’s a greater scope."My wins are different. We have to win in every area. “…That’s the way we’re judged." It's a fact, Coach, so true!

 

    Even in Coach Prime’s first year, it was about the GPA. The team averaged a GPA of 2.9. I have a few things to comment on. 1)This article was not mentioned in any major news media. Why is that? Is it not damaging enough? Is Coach Prime also educated-minded, thinking of his players’ futures about life without football? What’s the profit of writing about that? 3) Double standards are prevalent in today’s society. Black people not only have to prove themselves in the boardroom but also constantly prove themselves by living. We are judged on so many levels; it doesn’t make sense. 4) Could it be the writer was bent on finding bad news, discovered something good, and it was too late to submit his report? We will never know. 5) Give Coach Prime compliments about what he's doing. Why don't you write about other football coaches and their teams' GPAs?

 

    I realize that the media perpetuates division by promoting negativity through its many platforms. It's about the money and kissing the shareholders' rings. It’s about keeping another man (group) down. There's no excuse for that.

 

Thank You For Your Amens and Ponders!

    Amens are meant to be a solemn expression of faith at the end of a statement. “So be it.” I am sincerely grateful for yours in the comments. May God enlarge your territory. May His Hand be with you and your family, keeping you from harm and pain. This paraphrase is from Jabez’s prayer in 1 Chronicles 4 9-10. Blessings.

Lord. Please Help Us To Do Your Will!

    Supremacists don’t deceive yourselves by disguising racist thoughts publicly while secretly supporting racist actions. Step into the light and let your fellow church members see you. There is no need to hide anymore. You are not alone. You might recognize some of your church members. Then you can be comfortable knowing that you worship God in name only but serve a human demagogue. He seems to motivate you more than the God many others glorify. We can’t see Him, but we know He is here.

    I have my ways, and I’m not perfect. I never thought I was superior to anyone, man or woman. Some people believe that they are. I was never raised to hate, but I did interact with hateful people who called me names and told me which fountain to drink water out of and to sit in the back of a bus. It must have been a wonderful time for you and your kind in those days because you have found a leader who wants the country to return to them. It seems that he has caused a divide that doesn’t seem repairable.

   Trump supporters, MAGA, are former members of the Tea Party from the Obama Administration. The excuse they used not to want Obama was that he was going to take away their guns, and that was against their constitutional right. They weren’t interested in supporting a black man as President of the United States. Several Republican leaders made it a point at the offset never to support any bill Obama wanted to pass. They presumed that a Black President would support the Black population, give them powerful positions, take revenge on white people, and take away their entitlements to being white and, in other words, use Equal Rights from the Constitution against them. The nerve to say Racism is over was one of their biggest lies because a Black President was elected. The lies never stopped.

    We all know that the Tea Party was renamed MAGA, Make America Great Again, by Trump to revitalize the hatred and violent resistance in America to divide the nation. A nation divided will fall for anyone. Thus, the partisan politics grew in that animosity and vitriol. He never showed his taxes or accounts, and the media ignored Trump’s indiscretions. Trump pushed for Obama’s birth certificate, education, and whatever he asked for, and supporters who owned the major news outlets kept it on the front page. Trump’s billionaire owners made sure of that. The Republican House is an embarrassment to the world. They didn’t get a thing done for four years except work on an unfinished wall and delay certification of the election. 

    When he wasn’t elected for a second term, MAGA rose against Congress by Trump’s urging that someone had to outcon him in the election process. It was the first historical uprising in America in the House of Representatives. Violence by so-called Patriots vandalized federal buildings and equipment. The Black Lives Movement had the military sent after them. In this case, the call for the military was delayed. Once again, moles that wanted to maintain the status quo and secrecy supported their leader. Lives were lost. America is falling apart, and the people are silent. Biden might have won because the people spoke out but were not pleased with his results. They reelected the vengeful leader and his crew, who were rewarded with positions because of their loyalty, not their skills or experience.

    Reflecting on the future, I realize that words change more quickly than people do. Only acts of God can truly transform a person’s thoughts and actions. We’ve made enough excuses for our behavior—and sometimes for others. Instead of supporting someone's negativity, it's better to separate yourself from them and adopt a more positive mindset. I feel compelled to do this because, by the end of January, America will understand that God is still in control. “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

Welcome To 2025, Another Year!

    Since my wife and I started dating, we have attended New Year’s Eve Watch Night Services, and last night was no exception. The parking lot was already filled when we drove onto the church grounds at 9:45 p.m. People were parking on the sides of the road, probably to make it easy to exit at the end of the service. We were met with many smiling faces from the ushers upon entering. My wife led me to our regular seating places in the back, to the left of the altar. The ushers were very accommodating inside the sanctuary. There were still plenty of seats. At precisely 10 p.m., services began.

    The singing and the praise music were uplifting. People started standing and clapping their hands in tune with the music. Those who came in put their coats, hats, and purses in the seats and started clapping. Yes, my wife barely put her things in her seat before she started clapping and praising. Of all the places the people could choose on New Year’s Eve, they chose the Lord’s House. 2024 was a year of surprises, disappointments, losses, and broken relationships. We wouldn't have made it if it weren’t for the Grace of God. But we are here now, paying tribute to the one who kept it. We don’t know of any other way than to thank the Lord for giving us another chance and welcoming Him into the New Year. Praise be to God! Another opportunity to get our lives right. Even though we don’t know what awaits us in 2025, we didn’t know in 2024; we know that bias, misinformation, and retaliation will follow Donald Trump and his administration in the next four years. Tonight, we sing, praise, and give thanks.

    Young and old were in the sanctuary. The seats were filled, and many folks had to go to other rooms to view the main church via video. Children were dancing and praising in front of the altar. The spirit of the Lord was moving the congregation. This is a believers’ only affair. Those who are willing to accept Jesus Christ, the Son and God the Father, and the Holy Spirit without a doubt are here. Non-believers are still welcome in this place, but don’t be awed by the elderly running down aisles and a church shouting praises to God. The weak find the energy, and the congregation energizes each other.

    The sermon was about having the Victory in 2025. No matter what adversities or challenges we face in the new year, with faith and trust in God, we will have victory. We need to have a reset from 2024 going into 2025. We need to be recalibrated by God’s spirit and be doers of the Word rather than hearers. Let’s not deceive ourselves. 2025 is a gift God has given us. We must learn to receive it and not compare what we have to others. Every good gift comes from God, the Father of Lights, with no variations or shadowing. In other words, God is the same today, yesterday, and forever. He is loving, forgiving, compassionate, faithful, merciful, and mighty. He is more than we can imagine. Look and see where we are now and where we were. If you are not in a better state of mind now, it’s not his fault. Stop blaming others and do what you know is right. You will see a difference. God’s blessings are with His children., but we don’t know how to receive them. We compare our blessings with those of others. This is our problem accepting His good gifts.

    The services ended with singing, praises, and a benediction. We left feeling free and blessed with optimistic hopes for the New Year. My therapist, Dr. Christine, would say, “Find the optimum in situations I think are overwhelming. In this New Year, find your blessings.

Don't Forget Who We Are! Don't Forget Our History!

These are my thoughts and concerns. With God, all things are possible, regardless of how things look. Americans cannot afford to forget our history.

 

Slaves were taken from two regions: Senegambia, the area comprising the Senegal and Gambia Rivers and the land between them, or today’s Senegal, Gambia, Guinea-Bissau, and Mali; and west-central Africa, including what is now Angola, Congo, the Democratic Republic of Congo and Gabon. The Gambia River, running from the Atlantic into Africa, was a key waterway for the slave trade; at its height, about one out of every six West African enslaved people came from this area. They were chained when they arrived in America. They were chained on the plantations for punishment. They were chained in the fields. They were chained together. As a chained group, they learned to work together, depending on each other to encourage them to inspire and go on. They had to rely on each other to survive.

 

Some slaveholders were descendants of immigrants and indentured servants from mainly Europe with blanched skin. They fled their homelands, seeking freedom from tyranny, poverty, and unfair treatment. America was then the Promised Land, a place of hope, freedom, and growth. It was for some, hell for others. They arrived by ship and began to claim territory as their own despite the natives already living there. Monarchs wanted the resources that these newly settled people wanted. They set their laws and did their best to subjugate this new population. They rebelled and wrote their laws denouncing tyranny and inequality. Stiff laws became the background of this country, identifying their place and informing other countries that they would fight for their rights to their death. For the first time in a long time, indentured servants, hard-working people, poor people, and the working class had rights and were chosen by their peers to make laws representing them. The laws were created by white people, protecting them from future dangers, foreign and domestic. The laws were written to protect them. Immigrants of different colors had no participation and were not welcome to be here. This is a far contrast from those who fled their countries from tyrants, lack of jobs, and poverty. Though some remained poor, they still had rights and could go wherever they wanted without being questioned or showing any freedom papers. 

 

Over time, they became greedy. Wealth is a standard in a society where people respect what you have, not who you are. The wealthy needed more land to build, plant, and grow things. The Native Americans fought and died for their land. Laws were written and understood by white men so that they could claim and document territories under the guise of expanding the untamed West. Politicians saw undiscovered resources that could make people very wealthy. Politics and money can corrupt those who are weak and seek power.

 

Our Black ancestors were forced to come to America. They had names that were hard to pronounce by the slaveholders and their people. Many names necessitated intricate movements of the mouth and tongue, requiring flexibility and coordination. Africans had many languages and dialects from village to village. This is another example of the slaveholders’ kind unwillingness to understand the people they own and subjugate. Instead, the Africans received new names that were easy for the white folks to pronounce. Currently, that restriction has not changed for the immigrants today. Foreigners need to speak English to be accepted. Africans had spiritual names given to them by their parents and shamans. Whoever or whatever they worshipped was their decision. They believed in who they believed in. The colonialist invaders forced them to learn Christianity when they invaded Africa. Africans were considered uneducated savages because they lived within the means they were accustomed to. Europeans believed that everything they earned was from their own hands and that the God they worshipped was white, and their histories included only white intellectuals. Even Egyptians will not accept they have black ancestors. It is doubtful that dark-skinned people had anything to do with the pyramids or held prominent historical positions in Egyptian history.

 

Educating the slaves would give slaves knowledge of the slaveholders’ strategies. They ignorantly thought their slaves were dumb to their plans. In the middle of the night, under candlelight in secluded areas, the Africans taught themselves how to read. Those working in the slaveholders’ homes were learning and passing the information on. Any actions taken that defied the principles upheld by the slaveholders were met with peril, often carrying the grave consequences of life-threatening violence, brutal beatings, or the devastating prospect of being torn away from loved ones and family members. Slaveholders hung the lawbreakers publicly or beat them. It didn’t make any difference if it was a man, woman, or child. Pregnant women were not spared. Some had the child torn out of their womb while being hung. The Africans were considered lower than animals. The Africans faced brutal consequences for the slightest transgressions, such as meeting the gaze of a slaveholder, glancing at their women, or daring to express themselves verbally in what was deemed “talking back.” No matter how minor, such acts could lead to deadly repercussions, serving as chilling lessons to others. The harsh and unforgiving punishments were intended to instill fear and maintain a rigid hierarchy, ensuring everyone understood the severe consequences that awaited anyone who might challenge the status quo.

 

After the Civil War, Reconstruction for freed blacks was short-lived. They might have been legislators, but the racists could not live with former slaves or descendants of slaves making laws for the white man. They were not going to lose their control over the black man. Black cities where blacks lived and progressed in economic success were soon targets of disdain for their hatred. White terrorists destroyed Tulsa, Oklahoma, Black Wall Street, and neighborhoods. No one can give an account of how many innocent black people died and if there were bombs dropped on the area. Massacres of black families, to name a few, occurred in Colfax, Louisiana; Wilmington, North Carolina; Atlanta, Georgia; Elaine, Arkansas; and Rosewood, Florida. These were just a few areas; there was the Orangeburg Students Massacre in South Carolina. In New York City, Chicago, Illinois, Washington, DC, Memphis, Tennessee, and Clinton, Mississippi, white terrorists terrorized and still are terrorizing black people. Making America Great Again by waving the Confederate Flag may be about heritage to some, but it is a nasty and terrible reminder for blacks who were oppressed and murdered.

 

Our people have lost their identity since the racial breakdown of slavery. Slavery took away our connection to the African countries they were taken away from. We lost our dignity and respect. Slaveholders slept with their slaves, considering them to be at their disposal and leisure while disrespecting the black man as the head of the household and removing the man from making him the leader of his family and his community. Not only that, birthing lighter complexion children separated them from their darker-skin brothers and sisters. This resulted in superior thinking over the inferior within the race when the slaves were still considered inferior by the slaveholders. They perpetuated a brainwashing strategy that is prevalent today. Because of the horrendous acts committed against the black race and the lack of acceptance of black people ever being a part of America, America has written laws to maintain its superiority for generations to come. The insult and irony is that some of those racist lawmakers were raised by black women who were kind and gentle with them.

 

Black people are still wearing chains, seen and unseen. The chains of oppression and suppression left an eternal mark mentally on their descendants. We added new burdens now. Since the economic playing field has never been level and drugs are being introduced into poorer black communities. Young men and women sought quick or easy money that negatively affected them and others. This kind of exploitation created drug dealers, prostitutes, thieves, scam artists, and hustlers. The black community was being disintegrated from within. People were discriminated against at their jobs, and families had to survive. Black people could barely keep food on the table, so who introduced drugs in the neighborhood? Don’t forget the unethical Tuskegee Syphilis Study in 1972 on black men. Did anyone care about how these men were treated? They didn’t have any say in what was being done to them. Once again, the slaveholders’ descendants thought nothing of the black man’s life or family.

 

            Addictions and afflictions are the same. Some we can see, some we can’t. Bigotry we can’t see, but discrimination we see and feel. When will we recognize that we all are slaves of different forms? And that the addictions and afflictions are related to visible and invisible slaveholders. So many of our people are homeless with no help or funding. Their health is failing, and there is no one near that can afford to lend a hand. They are vulnerable to every con artist who will take advantage of them.

            Black people will always support the slaveholders for fear of believing that they will retaliate against them. We don't stand together in unity. Some of our people think that we still owe the slaveholders their loyalties. Blacks fought and died in wars for them only to return to discrimination, lower pay, and very little representation in government. Our compensation? Social programs that outweigh the benefits. The black community has been assimilated into a community that does not want them. Integration was forced on the people rather than investing equally in quality education, housing, and employment. Yet, the education process was not a cooperative place for integration. Predominately black schools received second-hand books, many of them outdated. The schools needed repair and maintenance. Roofs leaked, air-conditioned remained broken, and the old desks were damaged while the new schools were built for the whites. 

 

            Busing children who would walk to school in their neighborhoods to unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and unwanted schools, unfamiliar uncomfortable and unwanted schools, was stressful for the children and their parents, black and white. Although, most of the busing was taking the black children to the white neighborhoods. Witness white adults throwing rocks and bricks at buses carrying black children to white schools in white neighborhoods. What a shame. Children lived on the border, some a few blocks from their neighborhood school, and still had to be bused to another school because it was the law.

 

White teachers treated black students as inferior and slow-witted, sending them to special education classes rather than taking the time to know them. This technique contrasted differently before integration when black teachers made it a point to know the students and their families. They wanted the students to succeed. In those days, coaches also taught math, chemistry, science, and other classes where needed. They didn’t receive any extra money for the multiple positions on their paychecks. Before integration, black schools played only other black schools. After, the teams were diverse, but some white coaches didn’t want the blacks on the team, and some were bigots. It was awful living during the Jim Crow days. Slaveholders still haven’t stopped fighting the Civil War. I saw black parents working extra jobs for their children to keep up with clothing, backpacks, and expensive trends the white kids experienced. They weren’t home as much and readily available when the children returned from school. Some kids had to raise themselves and their siblings. Many families didn’t have two-parent households. So many black families struggled to survive and show how much they loved their children that they weren’t aware that the children needed guidance and direction more than keeping up with their white classmates.

 

This moment marked a significant turning point, illustrating how the Black community's rich traditions and cultural legacies increasingly failed to be transmitted from one generation to the next. With the mounting pressures of economic survival, families found themselves stretched thin as parents juggled multiple jobs to make ends meet. This left little time for meaningful connections, storytelling, or sharing cultural practices that once defined their heritage.

 

As a result, children were often left to navigate their formative years mainly on their own. With excessive free time and inadequate guidance, many gravitated towards misguided activities, seeking a sense of belonging or excitement in unhealthy ways. The sobering reality was that young individuals were becoming parents themselves at increasingly early ages, creating a cycle where the responsibilities of adulthood fell on those who were still adolescents.

 

In this shifting landscape, it became common to see grandmothers in their 30s while mothers often found themselves in their teenage years, perpetuating a generational gap filled with confusion and upheaval. Meanwhile, the older generation was caught in a relentless cycle of hard work, striving to gain acceptance and establish a foothold in a rapidly changing society. The pressure to conform and succeed in this new context often overshadowed the richness of their cultural heritage, leaving many feeling disconnected from their roots.

 

Those Blacks who have jobs in the corporate world usually have different standards for speech, behavior, and social norms. They want to have something in common. Our culture is acceptable and flexible. Others don’t have to be or need to prove anything to anyone. They maintain their pride.

 

We use the name African Americans but question if it’s acceptable. We aren’t too proud of being African descendants. Ask the Chinese, Jewish, Japanese, Irish, Italian, Jewish, and Spanish Americans if they are proud of their culture. We use statements that we were in America. Therefore, we are Americans. I know some Nigerians and Gambians who are proud to be African but don’t see much in common with Afro-Americans. What happened to us as a people? Our ancestors helped make many white American families rich. We worked their fields manually, picking cotton, tobacco, and vegetables and working their farms for them. We presented them with machines, instruments, designs, and parts to make the slaveholders’ lives easier. They bought the patents, claimed their ideas, and gave our ancestors more grief. Now, America wants that kind of history kept from their children. Is it for safety or embarrassment that they don’t want their children to know? Tell the truth. America is ashamed of its history. You might not be responsible for what happened during slavery and the Native American lands, but as descendants, America is still reaping the benefits. You don’t want the generations to come feeling guilty.

 

This past election should be an example of how the slaveholders view us. What better way to make us believe they support us than to think they understand our plight and betray us in the voting stall? Not all are racist, but they are afraid of losing entitlements and privileges. Who wouldn't give away a good thing? No need to shout white power when you already have it? There will still be a problem with American churches if they still accept God as being White and that their God is on their side and mistreating their citizens. We will never come together as a united country. God is a Spirit of light and love. There is no color in a bright light. America is driven by money. Hypocrites continue stamping “In God We Trust on” on US currency. Yet, we put trust money first and God later. We must be careful. Like an open wound that is not treated, bacteria and other parasitic diseases will enter the body and destroy it. America’s vulnerability is laid open for foreign and domestic parasites to do the same.

 

Social media, including the internet, networks, radio, and all things on the airwaves, are spreading their interests for the sake of the dollar. One can get very rich through controversy, especially with lies and misinformation. A member of YouTube and TikTok can make millions instantly if they get the right followers. The algorithms and analytics must be in line for a big payday. The media is depressing, and it drives some of its followers to stress and anxiety. It’s owned by powerful slaveholders who dictate and push their self-interests via the airwaves. The media’s job is to get those self-interests to the masses, convincing them that wrong is correct. The sponsors want that support because they get richer when more people buy their products. They will go with the flow even if they know the lies. No one believes that there is a heaven or hell. And if there is, we’ll go to the right one. If you don’t know what to think, who will you believe?

The black community is experiencing an identity crisis. We still haven’t figured out who we are and what we want to be. We have concerns respecting each other and are jealous of others’ successes. We can’t seem to get rid of the slaveholders’ chains. Therefore, who will carry the torch to face these challenges? Who will take the risks? Who will be the person or persons that recognize this incredible power we hold in unity? 

 

Rest in Peace, President James (Jimmy) Earl Carter! Sincere Respect!

New Level, New Devil!

    Trump has emerged victorious; frankly, I am not surprised by this outcome. The thought of a woman president and a Black president within a mere two decades of the first Black male president feels almost implausible. Let’s be realistic—this isn’t a scenario we can envision unfolding in our current climate. The colonial church has already denounced the Black church and aligned Democrats as those who lack true faith. On the other hand, the Republicans, it seems, have succumbed to the devil's deception, choosing to idolize a convicted individual known for his dishonesty. I foresee that the charges against the president will be quietly dismissed, allowing him to evade the consequences of his actions. At the same time, we may face our earthly reckoning, and we will all ultimately answer for our sins. 

    I cannot speak on behalf of the colonialists, the so-called patriots, or the members of the Black church. I can only share my perspective. I hold firmly that God will not be fooled; the righteous will ultimately triumph over the wicked. Many of us labor under the delusion that wrongdoers can evade their repercussions, and in our folly, we may find ourselves mirroring their destructive behavior. Our churches often pick and choose their battles, taking credit for triumphs rather than directing the glory to God. Too frequently, they pit themselves against one another, operating from a place of superiority instead of finding common ground through dialogue and understanding. This betrayal spans both the political aisles and the pulpit. 

    Through this journey, I have come to a stark revelation: one must stop placing trust in humanity. The harsh truth is that those who loudly proclaim support are often unwilling to sacrifice their own interests for your success, mainly when there’s a fear you may eclipse their achievements. It’s time to move forward with the wisdom that my family will always take precedence when push comes to shove. We have witnessed this reality unfold in various shades. America has made its choice—a decision to elect a man who embodies their values and fears. A leader who champions immigration restrictions, abortion bans, opposition to LGBTQ rights, advocates for states’ rights, shows favoritism towards the wealthy, suppresses educational opportunities, and commits injustices against People of Color. America has placed its trust in the individual who gives voice to their whispered intentions during secretive gatherings. 

    We find ourselves facing “a new level, a new devil.” As we ascend with a fresh perspective, learning to trust God and affirming He is at the helm, we are also confronted with formidable distractions. These distractions skillfully divert our attention from our Creator when we strive to draw closer to Him. Every day seems to have unique challenges, tugging our focus away from the One who guides us. I can’t shake the feeling that something feels amiss with this election cycle. In my circle, no single individual contested the results; the Democrats seem to falter. When the Republicans selected their leader, I wondered what kind of person they believed suited that responsibility. It appears irrelevant in the grand scheme; laws will be twisted to facilitate reelection, even for those convicted of felonies. 

    The future remains shrouded in uncertainty. We grapple to keep pace with the present. Our growing anxieties and tumultuous emotions cloud our judgment and spiritual clarity, rendering it difficult to discern God's voice. It is all too easy to slip into negativity. Our minds often venture into the worst possible scenarios, and repeatedly, as my direst thoughts come to naught. Our faith is indeed being tested. The question looms: I have watched. Will we pass that test?