I have never used my blog as an avenue to vent anger or frustration but there is something weighing on me, and I just have to lay this burden down.
Where have all the real men gone?
Where are the men with "Spiritual Backbones?" Men like my grandfather, who knew how to take authority over satan and lead his family - not hide behind friends so he could?
Double-minded, weak men with no spiritual spine are just puppets on satan's strings!
Let's hear some teaching on this, "Church!"
Now men have to have accountability partners so they don't cheat on their wife or look at porn on the Internet.
Please, give me a break!
Do you not know that when you stand before God on judgement day, your "accountability partner" will not be there to hold your hand. You will stand alone before an Almighty God and give an account of every action, every word, and every thought you every had.
Go ahead with that lame excuse of 'no one's perfect,' and it's true, no one is - but stop using that for an excuse to fail in your walk with Christ. There was nothing weak or frail about Jesus and He certainly did not need someone to tell Him to 'Just say, No.'
Men, God looks on the heart, therefore He knows your intentions... He knows your misguided mistakes from your calculated sin.
Jesus is returning for a bride that is spotless and without blemish. We are expected, even commanded, to seek after 'righteousness' not 'excuses' for carnality.
Men, stop depending on someone else's faith and lead your family, your church and your life...
Do the world a favor and grow a spiritual backbone!
*Disclaimer: This was not directed towards anyone specific. This is a generalization from my perspective.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Poem In Your Pocket Day
April is "National Poetry Month"
Today is 'Poem In Your Pocket Day.'
This is my favorite poem so this is the one I choose to carry with me today to share with my family and friends.
Our Greatest Fear
it is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
—Marianne Williamson
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Friendly Obstacles
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
How Can My Work Serve This World?
What I recognized about Mrs. Kidd was Southern eloquence at it's best. She was poised, graceful, and sophisticated but demonstrated charm and humility.
She shared her story of growing up idolizing her father and how her love for storytelling developed through the voice of her father and his love for telling stories. She offered us a glimpse into her life as a child growing up in the deep South and the pain she witnessed first hand while growing up in the 60's, a time of racial hatred and disarray. In less than an hour, she had painted us a picture of the warm inviting home in which she grew up, the tragedy of racism she had so often witnessed, and an understanding of who she was as a young writer and the woman she had become through her love for storytelling.
She offered great insight to take away as writers, students, mothers and neighbors but what I walked away with and what I will remember is what she taught me concerning the significance of the value of our work. She explained how she had always been taught to ask the question, "How can this world serve our work," but she came to a place where she understood that we should invert the question to ask, "How can our work serve this world." She explained in a very delicate fashion how fiction, if written with the intentions of enriching the world, has potential to develop empathy within the heart and mind of an individual. She develops her stories and characters in hope they will serve the reader as a compass to finding home. 'Home' being that of self-worth and a love for oneself, life and others. I was inspired by her expression of a vision to better the world through her work; a world absent of hate between men because of their differences, whether it be ethnicity, social status or belief.
I have always favored autobiographic and inspirational works but after absorbing Mrs. Kidd's argument that fiction has the potential to create compassion among a generation, my mind has opened up to much greater possibilities.
So I ask you, "How can your work serve this world?"
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
A "Red Letter Day" Or Should I Say An "Orange Letter Day" For My Brother!
My brother had the unexpected pleasure of breaking bread with a very special personal icon of his today, Ex-Clemson University Coach, Danny Ford.
He shared with me their conversation about America's favorite pastime - baseball, the coach's love for farm life, and the many years he coached the Clemson Tigers.
This was a blessed happenstance for my brother. He graduated from Clemson many years ago and has loyally lived his life as a 'Diehard' Tiger.
It's certain this day will be duly noted as a "Red Letter Day" or should I say, an "Orange Letter Day for my brother?"
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