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“It is more important to know what sort of person has a disease than to know what sort of disease a person has.”
By Irwin Ozborne
As a child, I remember walking in my grandmother’s backyard and one day noticed a litter of kittens near her garage in the alleyway. They were hissing, crying, and yelping with the hair sticking up on their backs as their frames were so thin you could see their skeletons.
“I want to pet them,” I told my grandmother.
“Oh no. They are not ready for that,” she insisted, “Someone must have dropped them off and they need food and water first.”
“Why not?” I asked, “Are they bad kittens?”
“Of course not, “ she laughed, “there is no such thing as bad or evil. There is only misguided love. These kittens were abandoned and they just need love. But they are also starving so…
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If we knew what lay ahead in the path of life, there are some paths we simply wouldn’t take. If people had known the Titanic ship was doomed to sink, no one would have bought tickets and boarded it. But what about the paths we avoid not knowing how they will end; but we unknowingly avoid a path that would have led us to something astounding and tremendous.
Sometimes we avoid following a path because the outcome doesn’t appear to have hope or promise. The times when I’ve traveled a path I didn’t want to go, or that was difficult or was fraught with obstacles and when I was the most drained of strength: it was at these times the reward on the other side was the greatest. It isn’t always the path that looks the rosiest that is always the best path, or even the right path.
Sometimes it is difficult knowing which path to take or knowing if you are on the right path. Someone once said, “Follow your heart, but take your brain with you.” In the midst of not knowing which way to go I can only do what I have always done, and that is put my trust in God. Jesus Christ is the only one who knows the end from the beginning. He knows the number of hairs on our head, and he surely knows what is best for us. When I am struggling with what to do, and sometimes the only thing I can do is say, “Jesus, I trust you, please lead me into what is right and good.” If you choose to follow what the Lord says, you can never go wrong.
Proverbs 3:5,6 says, “Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths.” If we go the way God directs us, he has promised us he would never leave us or forsake us. Leaving and forsaking are two different things. You can forsake someone and not physically leave them. To forsake someone is to emotionally abandon them, leaving someone is to be physically absent. Jesus said he would do neither. I am so glad that I serve a God that has kept his promise to me. People have come into my life, and people have exited my life. I have had relatives, loved ones, and a spouse leave forsake, and then forsake even more; but just as he promised God never left me; even in my darkest hours.
If you are unsure as to which way to go, always pray this prayer; “Jesus, please show me which way to go and what decision to make. Lord Jesus, please direct my path, make my way clear so thy name is glorified.” He will answer you, all he ask is that you put him first, and seek him first.
The only memory I have of my father that is my own was of a conversation he had with me and my older sister, Irma. Irma had a Hershey candy bar and I badly wanted a piece of it. I went to Dad and asked him to make her give me a piece. He said, “Irma, give your sister some candy, always share with your sister.” I was almost four years old when Dad passed away and as a grown woman I wondered why this is the only vivid memory that I have of him. Of the countless words he spoke to me, why did I only remember these words. It occurred to me that anything you vividly remember as a young child has great significance. It was from this memory that I’ve clung to all my life that revealed to me my father’s character, his role in my life and the role he played in the lives of my siblings. This memory showed me that he was a protector, and that he was there to watch my back. This memory showed me that he was there to provide for me what I couldn’t provide for myself; and that he encouraged harmony in a large family that needed tons of love, of which he had so much to provide. This memory was also important because I was able to look back and understand that God’s love is similar to the love of a caring father for his child. It would have been harder to recognize and accept the love of God had I not been acquainted with the love my father had for me and my siblings.
I vaguely remember leaning from a bench in church and looking into a casket at the face of a man who appeared to be my father. I recall the emptiness and the desertion that I felt after he was no longer there. Yet this crushing event in my life reminds me of the scripture which says “The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” (Psalm 34:18)
My spirit was crushed after my father’s death. As a child when I went to church I would run to the cemetery and stare at my father’s grave. I would think as I stood there, “why did you leave me?” “Please come back.” But of course he never did. I also frequently had dreams in which Dad would come to the house and talk to me, but I could never touch him. Just when I would almost touch him the dream would end. I felt that it was so unfair that my father had died because he seemed to be the only one who loved and understood me.
My father was in the hospital a long time before he finally passed away from diabetes. He had the disease for years and didn’t know it. By the time he found out his body had already been damaged by kidney failure. Yet while he was in the hospital Mother told me he said to her, “Arlevia, please keep the children in church.” He must have known he was dying because he told this to my mother repeatedly. He also had her read a passage of scripture from the book of Psalms chapter 37. The scripture refers to the blessedness of the righteous man over the wicked. The verse shows that it may seem the wicked are winning, but in the end the righteous man is the one who inherits the land. Psalm 37: 28, 29 states “For the Lord loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved forever; but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.” My father’s death stripped us of the protection we so badly needed from the vicious attacks of Satan. The devil and his demons just moved into our house after my father’s death to try and destroy this righteous man’s children.
The sickness and poverty increased after Dad’s passing. My mother was left with eight children to raise alone; the oldest Margaret was sixteen, the youngest, Patrick, was five months. Patrick almost died as an infant due to various skin infections and asthma. The doctor told Mama that she could let him die in the hospital or take him home to die. My mother of course chose to bring my brother home and she took him to church to have the pastor pray for him. Pastor Ingram prayed for Patrick and said, “ Lord it’s not expected that this baby live, please for his mother’s sake, she’s already lost her husband, please Lord spare this little boy’s life, Amen.” I often helped Mama bathe Patrick by bringing her towels to dry his skin. It took a long time for his body to heal, but he lived.
Luther, another brother, developed pneumonia and came close to dying. Jerry, my next to oldest brother, suffered from nosebleeds and was perpetually accident prone. My mother cried a lot during this time, and she’d sometimes say while she cried, “The Lord took my husband, it seems Jasper could have done a better job taking care of the children instead.” Spiritually, we needed a lot of direction, but all of Mama’s energy was used up just trying to feed us and keep a roof over our heads.
I believe that because children are innocent, they see things that other people are unable to see; especially things of spiritual significance. As a child, I would see small, black creatures throughout our house; they would always be under a bed or in a closet. I didn’t know what they were and I didn’t know how to tell anyone what I saw. I now realize these were demonic spirits; they were the ones of sickness, confusion, and strife that were so prevalent in our home after Dad’s passing.
The spiritual battle for my father’s children was only beginning. The presence of a Godly father in the home can’t be underestimated; and his absence can have devastating effects on all who dwell there. This is not to say that a God-fearing and praying mother is not able to raise her family in the fear of the Lord, but God has commanded fathers to instruct their household in the fear of the Lord. Ephesians 6:4 states, “And ye fathers provoke not your children to wrath: but rather bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.” I am convinced that if a father is unable or unwilling to minister to his household, that God honors the efforts and prayers of a mother or whoever stands as a caregiver in that household.
I was always asking my siblings what my father was like because I had such a limited memory of him. Margaret, my older sister said, “Daddy was something else, I don’t believe he had a child that was like him.” She said that he had the kind of personality that just drew people to him, and that he had a concern for people that few others had. She said he was funny, (had a sense of humor), and he loved singing and being a deacon in the church. She said my father embraced other people and served them, and he did it selflessly.
My mother’s personality was the opposite of my father’s; while my father was accepting and willing to help anyone, my mother was more introverted and seemed to have little trust for anyone. They were both strong individuals, but in characteristically different ways. Both my parents were the product of the culture and era they lived in; and fifty years ago in the South segregation was the law of the land. Women were also expected to be subservient to their husbands rather than equal partners.
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“They call it the American Dream because you have to be asleep to believe it.” –George Carlin
The Washington post reported that there was 462 people shot to death by police in the first half of 2015. The author also stated on NPR that all this information is normally something that is voluntarily reported. Police are not required to report these things. The reason the number is so high this year is because the Washington Post is keeping track.
We then see the communities blame each other, the riots, and the protests. We all want a victim and a villain. We all want change. By that, we mean we want the other side to change.
In my over 20 years as a patient and staff member, I have met some interesting, amazing people. These 2 people’s stories who I am about to share had a great impact on me. I…
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Jesus Christ’s church has always been the leader in shaping the course of world events. Slavery wouldn’t have ended in America had the church not been deeply involved in its eradication. The Black church and other institutions of faith were instrumental in topping legal segregation in America. The catastrophic events in Charleston these past few days will have the opposite effect of what Satan intended.
I Thessalonians 4:13 says, “But I would not have you to be ignorant bretheren concerning them which are asleep(dead), that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope.” The Christian doesn’t grieve as the world grieves and has no hope. Our hope is that in Jesus Christ we live again. Just as Jesus rose from the dead, he will someday resurrect our deceased bodies into glorified bodies that will no longer be subject to death and disease. So when the Devil caused this young person to murder innocent God-fearing people, as tragic as the loss of life is, their eternal souls are rejoicing; because they have come face to face with the one who is the finisher of their faith. (Hebrews 12:2)
The Christian doesn’t grieve as the world grieves and the Christian doesn’t retaliate the way the world does either. When the Romans and Jesus’s own people were intent upon insulting him and eventually killing him, he didn’t even speak against them in his own defense. As he hung dying on the cross, he asked God to forgive those who were taking his life. (Luke 23: 34) Jesus said this because he knew that they didn’t know what they were doing. They were being controlled by evil, just as Dylann Roof was being led by the Devil when he walked into the house of God and murdered innocent people. Yes, Satan,(the Devil) wants to see a race war in America, but as long as God is on the throne of people’s lives, it will not happen,
The world is the world, and the church is the church. An individual has to make the choice which side am I going to be on: the side of the world or the way of God’s church. Unfortunately you can not have it both ways. Either you will react in your flesh and seek revenge because of hatred, or you know that because of Jesus Christ your sins have been forgiven and your hope lies in him, and him alone. I would like to leave you with this scripture from I Peter 2:23: “He did not retaliate when he was insulted, nor threaten revenge when he suffered. He left his case in the hands of God, who always judges fairly.” (New Living Translation)