Don’t talk, baby just move with me.

Last night/early this morning I wrote about the 3rd week of Advent.  It’s the 4th week, I can’t keep up.  Anywho, listening to the daily prayer and I was struck again by the text but I made that “WhachutalkinboutWillis” face. The scripture is Luke 1:26-38, another long, single reading.  I’m rather enjoying those.  It talks about the interaction between the Angel Gabriel and Mary.

The narrator invites you to set the scene with your imagination but I was more concerned with, what I perceived to be a double standard.  See, in the text, the reader notes that the Angel Gabriel appeared to Mary, greeted her and she, being human “Pondered what sort of greeting this might be”. He told her of her favor with the L-rd and what would come to pass. Mary then said to the angel “How can this be since I am a virgin?”  Gabriel explains the Immaculate Conception and adds that her relative Elizabeth, Zachariah’s wife, in her old age has also conceived a son, to which Mary respond “Here am I, the servant of the L-rd. Let it be with me, according to your word.” Then the angel departed from her.

Now, 6 months earlier, the Angel Gabriel visited Zachariah and gave him a message.  Him being human asked “How will I know that this is so for I am an old man and my wife is getting on in years.”  Gabriel explains who he is and why he is there, then says “But nigh, because you did not believe my words, which will be fulfilled in their time, you will become mute, unable to speak until the day these things occur.”

Now is it me, or does there seem to be a double standard here?  “How will I know?”  “How can this be?” both seem like valid questions to me, particularly when someone out of the blue appears with news/a message that is going to significantly change your life.  You can’t help but wonder, so why then was Zachariah “punished” for his disbelief/doubt and Mary was not?  The reader nor the text offers any indication as to whether or not Zachariah followed up his comment with acknowledgment and affirmation the way Mary did but it also doesn’t offer any indication that he was given opportunity.  May Zachariah should have spoken faster.

A lot is made about questioning G-d but if Mary had questions/curiosity, it stands to reason that we would too.  I believe in questioning G-d.  I will never know what I need to know if I don’t ask questions.  Now if I ask a question and he tells me “don’t worry about it, let me do what I do” okay.  I’ll stay in my lane.  We are taught that we should give all our problems, troubles, cares, woes, etc. over to the L-rd and he will take care of it all.  Eh, I’m not so sure.  I listened to a live streaming of my cousin’s husband preaching and he said something that was so spot on, I literally said “That’s it!” out loud.  He said, and I’m paraphrasing because I don’t have my notes, wherever he was in life, whatever he’d achieved, it wasn’t all G-d.  G-d helped but he helped too.  It was a partnership.  I think that ties into that whole faith without works is dead thing.  If G-d sees you working, then he’ll work.  If you aren’t working, he’ll still work but maybe not as hard.  Isn’t there something about G-d helps those who help themselves?  Maybe that’s how faith works.  He starts you off, you have to take it and do something with it, once he sees you doing something with it, he’ll help a little bit more.  The more you do, the more he does.  Seems fair to me.  But I digress.  I’m still on this double standard thing.  Why the difference when both people responded in a similar manner?  Could it be that Zachariah was fearful and Mary was perplexed? Fearful, perplexed, isn’t that just semantics?

Wikipedia defines double standard as: the application of different sets of principles for similar situations.

Merriam Webster defines double standard as: 1) Bimetallism, 2) a set of principles that applies differently and usually more rigorously to one group of people or circumstances than to another; especially :  a code of morals that applies more severe standards of sexual behavior to women than to men.

This is why I love the Advent season. It allows me to go deeper and learn more.  Yeah, I’m always learning throughout the year, but the learning seems to be better around this time of year because of the expectation of something so great.  Much is made about Christmas, Jesus, Santa. It’s not really his birthday, there is no G-d, there is no Santa, etc. Not preaching, just making a written observation.  Why does it matter to someone else what another person believes?  Whatever a person believes, that is their truth and who are we (society) to tell them otherwise?  This includes all the crap that went on with this, I can’t even really call it an election but for the sake of being consistent, this election.  Some things are blatantly wrong but if the person perpetrating the wrong thinks they are right, do you really think you are going to convince them they aren’t?  This “election” has, IMHO, made us all Zachariahs and Marys: fearful, perplexed, dumbstruck.  And if ever a double standard were present, it is never more so than with the current POTUS and the POTUS-elect.  #whatailsya

Customer needs assistance on aisle 3.

In my ethereal thinking, I realize that most folk in the bible, including Jesus were entrepreneurs.  Each were, in their own way doing their own version of kingdom building.  That is how I see entrepreneurship, well, at least that is how I see my own.

Pretty much everyone in the bible had a sidekick.  Yes, some can do it alone and don’t, per se, “need” a sidekick but it’s nice when you know someone else has your back because they hear what you’re saying and can see what you see.

John the Baptist, has to be hands down, the best sidekick, EVER.  He was hyping Jesus up long before he knew who Jesus was – knew as in, oh yeah, that dude right there.  He was grinding for G-d without being asked or paid.  That type of ride-or-die is like a white elephant nowadays.

I was graced with a glimpse of a modern day John the Baptist, white elephant if you will.  I chuckled because “John” stated several times that “I don’t feel like I did anything” but great service, especially when done out of genuine love and belief in what it is your doing, never feels like “anything”.  We perform our best when, with everything that we are, we believe in what we are doing.  Now, that’s now to say that we shouldn’t always try to do our best but that takes a little more effort than most of us are willing to put in, at least it does for me.  The struggle is real when I’m engaged in something where my head and heart aren’t aligned.  It is then I must remind myself that whatever I’m doing, I’m doing it for the L-rd.  Yeah, that doesn’t always work, sorry, it just doesn’t.  Not going to lie.  I’m working on it though, seriously but man, we humans make it sooo difficult but again, the key word is human.  Often, it is hard to see the good, benefit, use of doing something that we aren’t really keen on doing.  Oh the lessons of sacrifice to be learned in moments such as those.

If you love me, you’ll serve me.  Well, I certainly felt the love yesterday because I was served and served well.  MMS – Modern day John the Baptist, the elusive white elephant trumpeting (crying out) in the wilderness about one he believes in…me.

Home Depot’s slogan is “You can do it. We can help”  I get it.  We all “can” do but man, is it nice when you can get a little help.  A little help goes a long ways and for me, my human help went over 200 miles and not once did they ask, Are we there yet?

 

 

What size is this thing?

Growth, while necessary, can be painful.  My last baby brother grew too quickly and as a result, he suffers chronic knee pain.  It was a natural process but somewhere along the line his body wasn’t quite ready for the physical change facilitated by nature.

My body is done growing, at least upwards anyways.  No, the growth I’m referring to is mental and spiritual and at times, it seems a tad bit tight.  See, if you’ve been following along you know that you don’t really know me.  Don’t feel bad, no one does and the reason that is, is because I’m a private person.  I’m painfully private.  Took me years to be obedient to share my gift and even this is anxiety filled.  I’m an artist and I’m sensitive about my -ish.  That being said, you can’t hide your light forever because eventually the flames get too big and too hot.

The flames are proving too much for me and my bush is about singed to the core so up I stand, again, to share the shine of my light, as we all should.  The use of one’s gift involves sharing and that is not something I was familiar with as a child.  Having to learn that process as an adult proved a little difficult.  No, you may not have any of mine, I will get you your own – was my philosophy.  We all know that is not how it’s supposed to be, but hey, I’m a WIP.

Today, I grew, twice.  I reached out and so far, what I thought, desired and imagined would happen, happened.  Now, that’s not to say that things can’t go far to the left but what I’m learning is that it’s not really me that’s growing but my faith.  It feels weird because you hear people talk about it but you can’t recall it ever happening to you.  Oh, it’s happened before but in our preoccupation with (insert whatever) we may have missed it.  I know I have, did and do.  But not this time.  I know we get hesitant when things start to flow so easily.  It’s like running or riding down hill.  You want to take advantage of the momentum but you don’t want to crash and burn either.  Thus my current dilemma.  The Word says, every good and perfect gift comes from the L-rd.  The Word says, pray without ceasing. What The Word doesn’t tell you is when it will come or what it will look like.  Man, I wish my grandparents were alive, they’d know exactly what it looks like but it is not their faith that needs the growth.  No, babygirl has to do this walk on her own, no earthly assistance and that sucks but I got this.

I’m an ambivert with more introvert tendencies but 10 out of 10 people think I’m an extrovert and that is because I’m good at what I do, whatever I’m doing at that time.  I’m a Jack(queline) of all trades and a master of nothing because there is only one Master.  I’m grateful for this growth, as uncomfortable as it is and will be, I’m sure things will level out.  I read that before walking the red carpet, some female celebrities of the curvier nation will put on several layers of Spanx to achieve that glass smooth finish.  Right now, I feel like I’m wearing a waist trainer, the entire collection of Spanx, Assets, corsets and ace bandages ever made.  But like the diamond and the pearl, it takes a lot of grit to get that glory.  I’ll take small breaths.

I read somewhere or heard it somewhere that, and I’m paraphrasing here – the more afraid you are to do something, the more you need to do it.  Now that is all relative but I think in my case it’s true.  Too bad I can’t use Biofreeze or Arnica gel for this pain.  Where is that McDonald’s straw?