Like a Good Neighbor, the Company you Keep dictates if Your in Good Hands

My mother, the good Rev. and I were having a conversation the other day and some how we started talking about Christ on the cross/crucifixes. I reflected on our conversation later that evening and came to the conclusion, well not really a conclusion because there was really nothing for me to debate with myself about, that I know and have always known that Christ is NOT still on the cross. I believe the cross/crucifix serves as a constant reminder of what Christ freely endured and willingly sacrificed for us. Sort of like a car insurance rate increase. In 2013, if you have an accident (mostly at-fault, you will be reminded of it for at least 3 years. Before your 2013 accident, you were paying say $100, after your 2013 (at-fault) accident your premium jumped up to say $180. An $80 increase every year for a minimum of 3 years for a single incident. 3 years! That’s 2016. You mean to tell me, I have to pay for a single incident for at least 3 years?, c’mon!

That rate increase and lest not forget the DMV points you will incur, will serve as a reminder of some badly timed exercise of yours or another’s driving free-will. That is how I see the cross/crucifix. A reminder of what He has done for me to have the right to write these words and engage in any other Verb I so desire, of my own free-will.

I chuckle when I think about a possible conversation between Jesus and God. Jesus is sitting at the right hand of the Father and they are watching us in true >HD display and He points out, with a hint of irritability that it baffles Him how we/some/most go about our Calisthenics of free-will in complete ingratitude and oblivion. Making choices/decisions without thought of the true consequences and affects of listening to ourselves and others In the world, prejudicing ourselves to His holy inspirations.

Think about how maddening and frustrated you become when someone comes to you for help and you take a significant amount of time, energy, money, etc., and then they turn around and dismiss/disregard/ plain old dis everything that they asked you for and do what they were planning to do all along. I know I would feel some type of way about it and would tell them, matter-of-factly, Look, don’t ask me for my (fill in the blank) if you’re just going to (fill in the blank). Like car insurance policies, if you keep having these occurrences, you may have to cancel some folk, demote them or non-renew the ship (select the type you had).

We all need reminding of things. Day-planners, calendars on phones and in email, text messages, alarms; they all serve to remind us of something. Unless we’ve selected an END date/time, that reminder will keep popping up. That rate increase on your car insurance policy serves to remind you of something you did and should not do again. Crosses, crucifixes and other such religious images and statues serves as a reminder of what He did for us. He did it all without a rate increase, assigning points or annoying alert reminder notifications. I know how I treat my alert notifications – most of the time I ignore them, even though I willfully took the time to artificially remind myself. So glad He doesn’t treat me like I’d treat me, otherwise, I would have been cancelled, demoted, non-renewed and even rejected long before I was a twinkle in my parent’s eyes.

I’m a Spiritual Fruit, not a Religious Nut, of which God wants the former. I am neither concerned nor worried about whether a reader of my words believes or not because I’ve done my job. In the words of Mystikal, I’ve shown you what I’m working with. Belief in God is like a blog, whosoever will, let him come. I’m so glad you decided to come by my blog. I appreciate your time and my hope is to be renewed and promoted on your list of things to do/read.

どうもありがとう (Thank you very much!) My sensei would be so proud 

Believe it or not, sometimes, it’s not all about me.

Yes, I said it. SOMETIMES being the key word. My fellow scribes will understand when I say, the things we write about aren’t always a reflection of our own lives. I interact with more people than I can count and some of the experiences I hear about inspire me to make it about them and their experiences. With the use of cell-phones and people so matter-of-factly blurting all their business out for the entire world to hear, if it’s out there I’m using it and there’s not too much you can do about it. I don’t particularly care to hear your baby daddy, mama, job, family drama, meetings, plans. You ’bout to be’s, finnin’ to do’s or anything else but just remember. No one owns the air in between me and you. This is an excerpt from my book. A monologue I wrote and performed when trying out for play.

No one, wants to be like me.
No one.

No one wants to be a
Complicated, implicated, Miss, Ms, Mz-understood cause of erection affection. No one.

No one wants to be
Despised, disregarded, discarded – like the bed of the flightless voyager

With all my accolades, honors, glory, fame and fortune – STILL, No one wants to be like me – unless I’m HBO – Halle, Beyonce, Oprah

Like air seeping in, you allow me to blend into that melting pot – NOT meant for me

The flash of your dingy yellows and beaded lens do not blind me from the shadows of your liked pretend being

No one, wants to be like me
But ain’t it funny (ain’t it funny)
That you want me
When you had me
At the very beginning when I was paying my due
Politely placarded with your statistical demographic labels
Ring the bell, your comeuppance is served
Eat, Drink and be Merry
For the end draws near for you and your kind who wish no part of me and mine

No one wants to be like me – unless I’m that ONE on TV; M, A or B
Unless my name is heard across the waves of radio and air
Unless my skin turns within and you see you in me – Then and only then is my position regarded

He and I, we’re the same – grown from the split – your favoritism – Can you admit?
Him – you grapple around in the dark for – clinging to his every word
Me – you turn on all the lights – let the critical examination begin, shamefully, I look away and cough
As I attempt to swallow this dose of fertilized reality and face the fact that NO ONE wants to be like me

No one.

Not even me.
©2003 Thread for Mending a Broken Soul

40 days IN the world

Good Evening Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea. Well it’s been a long time and while I meant to leave you, I did put up my BRB sign. Our definitions of RB may have been varied just a bit. Anywhoo. Me and my wonderful pen are back and we want to tell you of our time IN the world. The Lenten Season came to an end on Holy Saturday – that’s March 30 for you non-Cadbury claiming folk and with it the start of the Easter Season. Technically it was 46 days but the Sabbath (Sunday) isn’t counted but my Sabbath is Saturday but I’m flexible. During my 40 days IN the world, fasting and abstinence were adjectives, verbs and acquaintances that weren’t really in my vocabulary or on my Christmas list. Being the writer I am, had to do a little research and so began my days IN the world. Fasting and abstaining, two completely different INGings and despite that old folklore, doing something for 21 days does not necessarily equal a habit. For me, it was like hurdling and I’ve never done that a day in my life. Stumble, fall and stagger did I, but I pressed forward. Some may get all my inferences, some won’t, but as always, my goal is for you to GETMENDED.

I learned/witnessed/interpreted/thought and read a lot during my time IN the world. I learned…

That those who profess not to believe but engage in the celebration of such days (Christmas, Easter) regardless of how commercial we’ve made it, aren’t non-believers at all, they are believers who may be ashamed to believe out loud

That technology (email, text, FB, Twitter, etc.) can turn you into a coward

That imposing your beliefs on others (Pro – whatever, Anti-whoever, definition, schmefinition) is waterboarding and you and you alone must answer to any charges against you, regardless to who you stand before in judgment, and no, you do NOT have the write to remain silent

That if you don’t want to play Russian Roulette, don’t ask loaded questions

That when people feel you have been less than kind to them (maybe you were, maybe you weren’t) they say “God bless you” or “You have a blessed day” as if that is supposed to wound you

That when you remove unnecessary distractions and detractors, even for a little while, life and everything in it goes that much smoother

That when you deny the flesh (and it ain’t all about sex) the mind gets clear and the flesh REfreshed

That the more you know, try to know, want to know; the more tolerant you become

That in the winter, nearly every woman (if she’s smart and doesn’t want to put a wool hat on) resembles a Muslim woman

That change is just something you weren’t expecting that you have to get used to but we expect it every 4 to 8 years

That mothers, in most cases, get more PROPS than fathers, but the most important mother is rarely given her just due

That people want to tell you what to do, when to do it, how to do it, where to get it and how much to pay for it, ask your opinion and repeat the cycle

That when you talk about death, particularly your own, people tend to think you have Suicidal Ideations but I don’t recall hearing that term in It’s a Wonderful Life
That I don’t know of 1 person who would take a beating (The Passion) for anyone else – save a small child, let alone for someone who doesn’t like you

I could go on and on about my 40 days IN the world, but I think you get the picture. Now, 50 days of Feasting (the Easter Season) is here. Don’t think I’ll be indulging in anything I gave up during the 40, but I did have a Sonic milkshake today and almost went into a sugar coma. Not sure, what if anything you did during the Lenten Season but I did a whole lot of something doing little to nothing. Shalom.