Yesterday, I had the misfortune of losing my keys at a local restaurant. After hours of searching, I conceded. Kind and friends from church made it possible for my car to be towed to my place. It takes about 24 hours to recover, get new keys, change locks, etc. The last 24 hour hours certainly slowed my life down by about 70%. But, I learned some wonderful lessons today as I spent several hours cleaning out my car, reflecting and talking to the Lord. Continue reading “Lessons from Cleaning out my Car”
I vividly recall being the kid with a lot of follow-up questions. I think I may be the reason my grandmother had little tolerance for my quick rebuttals. I had such a passionate belief that asking for clarification was the way to prove I was listening. Grandmother didn’t quite see it that way. Aside from the cautionary reminder not to talk back, her encouragement was more about wanting me to know when I needed to “figure it out” and when clarification was necessary.
As a result, I learned that when a person gives you information, it’s just as much your responsibility to learn more as it is theirs to be clear… but expecting folks to be clear is unrealistic. When we are presented with an opportunity, expect to have to work for it. Don’t be afraid to go in the bathroom stall and Google or take the time to figure what the right questions to ask might be. It always makes me feel good when I thoughtfully pursue clarification and the person responds with “that’s a great question” or “no one has ever asked that.”
Do the work it takes to be great!
What’s a holiday without real, wholesome and heartfelt music? Whenever possible, I pay tribute to my mother for birthing in me the love for music. I had a Fisher Price record player that I got for Christmas when I was around 5 or 6 years old. There was no difference between my album collection and my mom’s. Eventually her record player would break and even my Fisher Price player belonged to the family! To me, it was the best gift I ever got as a child. The bikes and game consoles all broke and went out of style, but that record player birthed a lifelong passion for music! Thank you Mommy!
This evening, my spiritual leader taught about a Christian’s daily commitment. The focal point of his message is that wearing our cross requires us to offer ourselves to the service of the master, no matter the cost. It’s not a matter of submitting to a inferior midget, but the divine plan of God… Which is a plan for salvation, liberty from sin and the pursuit of Holiness.
“When you die, you don’t do your own thing.”
“The cross is intended to put you to death for the glory of God.”
“Everyday there is something you can get rid of! I die daily.”
He doesn’t expect you to wait until your in the glorified body to be like him… If you aren’t like him down here you won’t be like him up there”
“You are the only bible people will read!”
“It costs to committ. It’s not a time of convenience. You don’t do it because it’s convenient. You do it because it’s right.”
Scriptures used for tonight’s teaching:
And he said to them all, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: but whosoever will lose his life for my sake, the same shall save it. (Luke 9:23-24 KJV)
And whosoever doth not bear his cross, and come after me, cannot be my disciple. (Luke 14:27 KJV)
Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. (Matthew 16:24 KJV)
I protest by your rejoicing which I have in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily. (1 Corinthians 15:31 KJV)
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me. (Galatians 2:20 KJV)
I’m not mad at Rachel for wanting to identify as Black and wanting to help Black people. I applaud her courage and… tenacity. At the very least, she should be categorized as a strong ally.
She could have chose to do much worse with her whiteness. I am not attempting to bring legitimacy to her claim. I just want to bring to everyone’s attention the fact that Black is beautiful and that allies are beautiful and that if
a women we would categorize as White is willing to take a leadership role with the NAACP, some of “us” can afford to do more.
Oh… and they call Bill Clinton Black because he plays an instrument and likes basketball. He hasnt raised Black children, isn’t married to a Black woman, etc. Non-white performaning artist have been given the opportunity to be “honorary Black” because of their appeal to certain genres… none of them work at the NAACP.
So Rachel, you dont have to lie. When they ask, tell them this:
Black is beautiful enough and worthy of being and I love the culture enough to adopt it and the people enough to formally serve as an ally, activist and educator. What are you doing?
I like to know what things are about. I feel better confidently challenging things when I have all the details. That’s why I felt convicted when I re-posted the petition being circulated that seeks to eliminate the show from television.
Well, I watched and would liken my feelings to tasting a bad pot of gumbo. What? Gumbo? How are they related? Well, Gumbo is a conglomerate of good things. Most of the content stands along on its own merit. Hot links… Shrimp… Crab… Only to be polluted by a bad cook.
This group of well-intentioned women all appear to be compassionate, committed and well-versed but they are performing at the pleasure of a television network, not God.
From my humble perspective, the plot brings glory to things that do not magnify God. Self-entitlement, egotistical behavior, division among the body of Christ and the idea that you can be taught to do what God has not ordained…. These are Strong contradictions.
It’s certainly not unbiblical to have an understudy who you are mentoring. Elisha had Elijah. Jesus had 12 disciples. Ruth had Naomi. Just to name a few. But… The scripture reminds us that the product of our “light” is not to bring attention to ourselves, but to bring glory to our Father in heaven.
In summary… Lifetime can’t make good gumbo.
In August of this year, I’ll be celebrating 9 years in Sacramento. That’s exactly 6 years longer than I ever intended to be here. For most of the time, I’ve been wondering why and how and where next! In all honesty, I’ve tried to escape a few times. But each of those times, the Lord brought greater clarity to my assignment. So, I’m not praying for re-assignment anymore. I’m praying the divine will of the Lord be done.
I learned a very valuable lesson that I hope will help someone else. After being in Sacramento for about 5 years, I thought that maybe I was in the wrong career field. I found myself applying for positions I had confidence I could do although I had little experience. Well, someone thought I would make a great human resources professional. Ha! Yeah right. In hindsight, it was a terrible move. However, when I was offered the position, I felt strongly that it was God’s will for me to take the position. I still feel that way. I struggled for three years until the Lord released me from the position. I was so focused on what I lost and neglected to thank God for what I learned! I learned a lot about myself and people and forgiveness.
When God released me from that assignment, I thought I wouldn’t cross paths with the people anymore but many of them have been wonderful reminders that Gods favor is real and that he loves me. One year from that experience, the Lord blessed me with yet another opportunity. My new employer I nsisted on contacting all my previous managers. The one from my HR life had nothing nice to say. Upon learning of her retirement, I decided to extend well wishes to her and learned that she had been contacted. I knew for sure that if I was to ever promote, it would be Gods doing considering the HR leader had nothing kind to say. Then the Lord reminded me of his word in Psalms 75:6-7… ” For promotion comets neither from the east, nor from the west, nor from the south. But God is the judge: he outreach down one, and setters up another.”
My adversary could not block the blessings of God. His promises are yea and amen. He cannot lie. I’m a witness. The battle is the Lord’s. No man can defy his plan. My future is locked in his will. My steps are ordered by the Lord.
The Lord favored me with a promotion and extended my assignment. Most of all he reminded me that he is Lord over everything. Everything. If you’re discouraged about your current situation, seek God. In my time of sadness and ambiguity, I read Lamentations 3. Read it and be blessed.
Im not watching Empire. I’ll get to the main reason why at some point. This is going to be everwhere. If you like focus… stop now. I may not have a point to prove or a horse in the race. Im just typing a few thoughts out of sequence.
When has Ms. Phylicia Rashad ever been anything but a class act? When has she ever defamed the Black race? When have you ever been ashamed of her? What has she said or done to be viewed as less than a renowned actress and activist? When has she ever caused you to question her commitment to the feminist movement from the perspective of a Black woman? When has she failed you?
Theres a danger in trying to blowoff anybody who wont blowoff Bill Cosby. Its further proof that Ms. Phylicia Rashad is right. This is less about Bill and more about a legacy. Some say Phylicia has to go bye bye for defending the reputation of the man she knows but on the other hand we have used people with less credibility to confirm our belief of guilt.
For me, Phylicia Rashad’s legacy should be protected, no matter how she feels about Bill. Whomever has an invested interest in Bill’s downfall should not get the entire Black culture as a package deal. They shouldn’t get to suck all of the life out of what Bill built for people like me.