Month: January 2017

Morning Meditations Jan 20th, 2017 3:09 AM

– Man, I was sleeping so good just now.  Must have nodded off while reading. Why am I up?  Lord, why did you wake me?  I’m listening…

-In a few hours, Donald Trump will be elected as somebody’s new President.  He won’t be mine and I won’t be watching.  I think he is ok with that.

-Eddie Long passed away unexpectedly this past Sunday morning.  I was saddened by the news.  I pray for the people who are unable to understand the difference between mourning the loss of someone’s life and condoning what they may have done wrong in their life.  Lord, tear down all of the limits we have placed on love.

-All of the people of color Trump has paraded in front of the cameras in an attempt to appear interested in issues concerning them are nothing more than insulting indicators of how he views us.  For those people not to be able to see this (especially when those people presume to speak on our behalf) is a problem.

-The Church must not only be a place where declarations of the Divine can be heard but also a place where interrogations of the Divine can occur.  Jesus didn’t dismiss Thomas when he had questions & I think God is more open to questions than a lot of His churches are.

-Hating is not at an all time high, but hypersensitivity definitely is.  This is a cultural phenomena; the result of living in an anti-intellectual age…..seems like you can’t bear any principled critique about anything without being labeled a ‘hater’.  I feel like Im allowed to think about what you do, even if you didn’t.

-I understand that some people feel as if their participation in the inauguration is in an effort to bring our nation together. When it comes to working together, if your purpose doesn’t match their perspective, then your participation is actually pointless.

-Russell Westbrook not being named a starter in the NBA All-Star is absolutely ridiculous!!!  Absolutely. Ridiculous.

-I’m bothered that African Americans are forced to be resilient again…I’m tired of Black people having to deal with distress handed to us in the name of democracy….but on the verge of a very miserable moment in history, I am encouraged by the ability of our people to get through, and the consistency of a God who keeps on bringing us through.  Lord, help us not to hand over our hope to our hardships.  Our mission is clear, our objective has not changed: “…Liberty and justice for all”.  May our trust rest in You, O God, Amen.

Wait….what??….Clarence Thomas?….on Reagan’s what???  Aight, man!  Im going to bed and try to sleep till Saturday.

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I Had A Dream Too

I had a dream that I was meeting Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. for lunch at a small, family owned, soul food restaurant on the poorer side of town.  I sat at the table reading a book when I noticed him walk through the door and address the greeter stationed at the entrance.  She directed him to our table and he began to walk towards me, formally dressed in his customary black suit & tie.

There were two things that I couldn’t help but observe as he walked through the eatery. The first was that no one stopped the pioneering civil rights leader as he walked in.  A few people looked his way but the vast majority of the customers there were oblivious to his presence.  Though he is one of the most renowned leaders in the history of the world, though his name has been both regarded and repeated for decades, though nations around the world lift up his name and his legacy, his presence was unfamiliar to the customers.  It was as if no one recognized him for who he was.

The second thing I noticed, as we shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, was the look of hurt on his face. His face creased with pain and the lines on it saturated with fresh tears, he looked to carry weariness with him as he took his seat.  As he sat, a server took drink orders for the table next to ours; offering them their choice of wine or champagne to start out.

Saddened to see one so strong and vigilant in such a weakened and worn state, I sought to simultaneously inquire and encourage.  “Dr. King, what could possibly be wrong?” I asked.  “You, in many ways, have become the most iconic, most distinguishable person in the world.  The Civil Rights movement that you played such an integral role in has influenced other cultures and countries to pursue their own liberation.  Your “I Have A Dream” speech is one of the most heard speeches in the history of modern oration.  Your life’s work has not only left impressions that can be felt around the globe but has also contributed to a higher quality of life for our people in this present day. Your efforts in the arena of civil rights are directly responsible for the presidencies of John F. Kennedy, Lyndon B. Johnson, Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, as well as our current president, Barack Obama.  Your name is celebrated by millions, and you just had a birthday that was celebrated by billions more.   You, sir, are easily one of the most popular people on the planet. Why do you look so upset”?  Dr. King, slowly raised his head to look me in my eyes, showing the seriousness in what was about to be his response.  “My young brother, my heart bleeds and breaks today because despite the efforts of myself and others , despite all of the sacrifices that were made….despite the countless lives that were given for the sake of freedom, we have become a people who have confused our cause and put more priority on popularity than progress.  As he spoke, new tears began to take the place of the older ones on his face.   “My brother”, he continued, “the state of our people is a sad one.  We are a culture content with complaining about a world that we have the power to change”.  “Too many who lift up our struggle have forgotten what it is that we were fighting for…”.

As he spoke, we were politely interrupted by our server.  “Pardon me for interrupting; I just wanted to know if I could bring you both something to drink.  Perhaps a Bud or a Bud Light?  Maybe a Heineken to start things off”?  We decline her offer opting for water instead.  As our waitress walked away, Dr. King quietly smiled to himself, as if he were reacting to the punch line of a joke only he could hear.

“This was never about getting a seat at the table” he continued. “But more about how we should be treated once we got there”. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. exhaled a sarcastic chuckle as he slowly stood to his feet.  I stood as well and, as I rose, he extended his hand for me to shake.  “The tragic truth is that no one says anything about it anymore..” he concluded, as he nodded his head in disbelief, “because they don’t see anything wrong with it”.  His final words of the moment spoken, Dr. King slowly walked out of the café, and as the door closed, the sounds of the restaurant patrons laughing and enjoying themselves, the sounds of champagne glasses toasting and mood music playing, rose to a deafening level.  The relaxed easiness of the establishment became white noise to me and, as suddenly as my dream had begun, it ended.

I woke up and wanted to tell everyone about the dream I had.  But, as I looked around, I realized that I couldn’t.  I saw that everyone else around me was asleep comfortably.

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