MiRRor TimE WiTh MisTAyu – InTrO

Hi,

I wanted to formally introduce myself to you in this medium. I’m Yusef. My friends call me everything from “Yu” to “Mr. Yu” to “Hey Yu”. I have a multi year history with blogging in some way, shape, or form for everything from the NFL (New York Football Giants) to the MLB (The New York Mets and The New York Yankees). I also am a diehard fan of the Michigan Wolverines in College Football, and the New York Knicks in the NBA.

This new incarnation, “Mirror Time” is my attempt to re-initiate conversation and dialogue into the topics that touch us most. Most social media consists of us yelling at each other and immediately insulting a critic when they don’t agree. I have even seen those exchanges go from bad to nearly criminal and it is a poor and ineffective way to use such an incredible avenue to share thoughts and ideas and perhaps, believe it or not, encourage each other as fellow human beings.

This is my attempt to engage conversation and perhaps even help others in a meaningful and effective way while gaining help from all of you through insights, anecdotes, and life lessons that I otherwise might never have had access to. So here we are, starting a new journey together. I feel compelled to share something with you though. You will find that my thoughts, ideas, and stories are perhaps not where you are or quite frankly some things you cannot relate to. Worst case scenario, you don’t even want to relate to them. You might just like your little bubble just the way it is: closed, insulated, protective, and impervious to the penetration of an alternative view. I totally respect that and even if I find it soul-crushingly sad, I won’t attempt to change that. What I would like to do is offer some questions for your perusal and reflection. None of my readers will ever know that you were thinking of them unless you post a comment. Here are the things I would like to ask you:

1) Are you clearly able to detect where you are in life?

When I say that, I am referring not to your job status, your position in social circles, or how many kids or grandkids you have. I am more referring to your purpose in this huge sphere we call “life or reality”. Do you see yourself doing what you envisioned yourself doing when you were very young? Has those innocent dreams of being a doctor or fireman died or are they merely suppressed by “real life” difficulties that have shaped where you are currently finding yourself in? Do you see that you are walking in a purpose that transcends your own wants and desires and benefit a greater cause than your own? I am a former life coach so instinctively I want to try to help people move further into success but ultimately I just care about people. This blog is going to exhibit that from time to time. Just a heads up.

2) Do you have a sense of humor?

Why is that relevant? Oh, it is and for several reasons but one thing I have learned is that we are exposed to much from the social networking to our television sets to cinema or just the activity at the water cooler at work. We are always around funny people doing funny things. They crash into walls on You Tube in some attempt to be “different”. They are irreverent about things that most people take very serious. Or maybe they just say something that reminds you of better times and you can’t help but laugh. If you haven’t laughed in 5-10 years, you are going to hate my blog. I’m going to try (successfully or not) to make you laugh. Doggone it. I am going to make you laugh. It’s a goal.

3) Are you a giver?

This goes beyond the obvious. When your baby cries, you give them milk. When your dog whimpers, you give them kibble or whatever the newest corn free dog food might be. That’s responsibility in its basic and more common form. It arguably may be common to give from an excess of goods that can be given. What’s less common in today’s time is giving from what we may see is a limited supply. When the family ahead of you on the supermarket checkout line is fumbling around to find their debit card or enough dollar bills to pay for their groceries, does it pluck your heart strings to reach into your wallet and help them? When a man is crouching near the exit door of your local Wal-Mart, does it behoove you to ask him what he needs? Do you feel it’s normal to offer your services in areas where no one asked for help but the need is painfully apparent? As a proponent and avid user of social networking, you might think you are already a giver because you share your daily Bible verse or inspirational quote every morning on your timeline. Hey, that’s really nice! The giving I’m talking about cost you something that you might not be able to re-attain and you will likely not be repaid for giving away. I won’t be taking up any donations for my own charity but I might ask you to look at the world around you with a different lens and perhaps we do the “human thing” a little more often than just at Christmas time.

 

4) Do you like the entire bag of M&M’s or just a favorite color?

You’re not being psycho-analyzed. I promise. Do you pick out the yellow M&M’s and give away the rest? There’s actually people out here that do just that. They might live in your neighborhood. Heck, they might be reading this blog post right now. We are living in a world it seems where we are always being asked to take sides or only embrace what makes us feel comfortable. “If I don’t understand it, kill it” is a very antiquated, “hill-billyian” way of approaching the nuances around us and most of us know it can’t work well for the whole if we adopt that mindset. My favorite color is blue but I have other clothes in my closet. I love chili but I can’t eat that every day. Then I would likely clear rooms with more than just my incredible personality. I have to be open to try new things, and consider new ideas, and not summarily dismiss them without, at least, understanding what I am summarily dismissing. This blog is going to talk about multiple different topics of the day and thoughts that come out of my head. (Yeah, that’s trouble but here we are!) A mixed bag if ever there was one. Spoiler Alert: Every M&M in the bag has a different color but they all taste exactly the same. I’m sorry but I couldn’t let the façade continue any longer.

 

I hope you have decided that this blog will be interesting enough to read. I would love to hear your thoughts on the topics presented and I sincerely hope you share them with others. The best kept secret in the world is about to be let out of the bag: We need each other. We are made for interaction with each other. And we are guaranteed to see or hear something that will make us rethink some things. Might as well enjoy the experience.

 

How To Live In A Post-Corona World

Life, in and of itself, brings us twists and turns and enough shock value to last us a lifetime but what life does accomplish, even for the uninitiated, is always and never fails to do is provide opportunities to learn, to turn, to grow, and to evolve.

Almost a year ago, I have left the corporate and government contracting world. More aptly put, I ran out of the building screaming as if I was on fire. I had simply had enough of that kind of life. I was stressed. I was angry. I was discontented. And I was simply unhappy. So I took a little break and went into the world of staffing and recruiting, which I found out within one week was the same kind of work I ran away from less than a year prior. I suppose if you need a visual, I was the guy that walked through the revolving door in an office building but I never get in nor do I ever get out. I just keep going around in a circle. I was right back where I started just on a smaller scale but the stress, the anger, and the lack of fulfillment was still palpable for me.

Unbeknownst to me, somewhere across the world, someone was coughing, complaining of fever, and joint pain, someone was losing their sense of smell and taste, someone was dying. While I was working diligently to build a new career, “it” was happening, “it” was spreading, “it” was reaching out its hand to touch another life. Not more than a month from that, as I sat at my desk at the tail end of a really good day, my boss called me into her office. She was unable to look me in the eye and I instantly knew what this meant. Within several uncomfortable seconds, I was being laid off due to budget cuts relating to the Coronavirus outbreak. Life provided the twist and turn. I had to go home and tell my wife that I didn’t have a job, which also meant I didn’t have a check.

Now I had to see the opportunity in this. I was sitting at home with no immediate prospect for money. I couldn’t get anyone from the Unemployment department on the phone. And I was getting multiple phone calls saying that my loved ones were either sick or had died from complications relating to something called Covid-19.

And here is where many Americans find themselves. Americans just like me. And some in much worst circumstances. Now the vicious cycle begins.

According to a U.S. Chamber of Commerce poll on http://www.debt.org, “approximately 43% of small businesses likely will close permanently within the final six months of 2020. When July began, nearly 100 companies with more than $100M in debt had filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection, according to the American Bankruptcy Institute, which includes “department stores, hotels, cruise lines, rental car companies, airlines, restaurants, and movie theaters.”

Even in that, you can clearly see that the majority of the activities you enjoyed outside of your home and your home state were in the crosshairs of this pandemic. That means besides maybe a drive to the grocery store, or a nice walk through the community, you were relegated to the four walls of home. Home might be where the heart is but it is also where the overwhelming thoughts are, and the stack of hospital bills are, and the frenetic energy of children not able to go to school or day care are, and where you are reminded that so many could lose everything if positive change doesn’t come quickly. That isn’t likely to be a remedy provide by your local unemployment department.

Statistics complied from The Pew Research Center (pew research.org – Rakesh Kochhar ) indicated that more than 20.5 million Americans were unemployed in the month of May alone and the unemployment rate skyrocketed to 13% in the same month. This was the second highest rate in the post-World War II era. These numbers are greater than the Great Recession (December 2007-June 2009). Add to this to the threat of infection, short term illness, and perhaps even death, this resembles a “worst case scenario” to most folks. That’s what a world with coronavirus in it looks like. But even with all that I have personally experienced, I still possess a modicum of optimism that this will not last forever, that the state we’re in is not our new normal. So what can we expect on the other side of this pandemic?

1. Take Stock Of Your Situation
   I’m not a big advocate of getting all of my news from the news so to speak. The local news can be discouraging, confusing, and downright scary. You may hear a round of new statistics, Coronavirus cases, unemployment rises and dips, and the accompanying political rhetoric as well. But what is your situation? What does your financial situation say? Have you been adept at saving money? Does your family employ wise spending habits? Many of us are forced to be reactive now that we’re faced with unemployment, bankruptcy and our local boutiques and Mom and Pops store closing for good. But what is your specific situation? Do you have enough savings or emergency funds to last your household three months? Six months? Nine months? A year? Look at your finances rather than the television set and assess where you specifically are. If you never paid that any attention, now is an ideal time for a full update.
2. Develop a Strategy
   Now that you can clearly see where you are financially, what is the next step? I’m suggesting, from personal experience, develop a strategy. My wife and I sat down after we combed through a sea of bills and debts and after we finished lamenting our precarious situation, we started to craft a plan. Since no one (and I emphasize NO ONE) truly knows how long this pandemic will adversely affect us, we wanted to get a broad view of how long we could survive with all these changes in mind. If we had to use our savings, how long would that last? Can we survive on three square meals a week? Will we have to eat peanut butter and jelly every day until? Should we become temporary vegetarians until we can afford meat again? We thought about almost every scenario. Get some paper and a pen and sit down with your family if you haven’t already. Tighten up your boot straps. Cut out the unnecessary items no matter how much you love and NEED them. What can you do reasonably without? Include that in your plans. You might have to adopt a minimalist mentality until this storm passes.
3. Think Contingencies
   Even though you are probably the best hairdresser in your city or the best travel agent in your town, you may not be able to use those incredible skills. I asked myself the same question that I am asking you today: What do you do when you can’t do what you absolutely love to do? To some, even the very thought is torturous but it’s a reality for us in this season. I have a nearly 20 year background in Administrative and Operations along with being a creative writer and author for more than three decades. What if I can’t do any of those things anymore? What if there just isn’t a place for that while we are quarantined? I began to consider how can I make that plan we crafted together with the family work. Can I cast aside ego and bag groceries at the local supermarket where my neighbors will surely see me? Am I willing to work entry level in an essential job for which I have no background? Logistics? Construction? Sanitation? Is there any place that I would not work until we can get out of this? That might be the biggest tip I can give you today. It is indeed the deal breaker!
4. Do The Impossible
   Do the impossible? What’s that? After decades of coaching my clients and helping them make ground-breaking decisions, I have rarely ever taken my own advice. Shameful I know! Why was I even working in that recruiting job where I had to be father, babysitter, and camp counselor to young adults to senior age 17-70 (true story!)? Why did I even apply for and take the assignment with the State Government? What drew me to a place where I pretty much knew I would not enjoy it long term? Most times, at least for me anyway, it was financially motivated. I, like many, tried to find the job that paid the most and had the best benefits. I left out a crucial requirement: A job that I would gladly leap out of bed for every day because you loved I that much. Very rare but congratulations if you have found your dream job. These last six months have been wrought with twists and turns without a doubt. I can write a book on this and I probably will down the line. But I learned a lesson that I wouldn’t trade for anything. I can do what I thought was impossible. What is that thing that if you could do it for free, you would do it gladly without complaint? What gives you that kind of joy and fulfillment? What is your dream job? I believe I found mines. (I may have found three of them.) What is stopping you from fulfilling that dream? Is it your geographical location? Is it your own imagination? Is it financial in nature? Is it just simple fear of failure? I don’t know which it is for you but the pressures of life can create the brightest of diamonds.

Life can be so fleeting. The last six months have taught me that if nothing else. I simply refused to let my life be a cautionary tale of what happens when one denies themselves their dream because they fear being uncomfortable. My old mentor (God rest his soul) used this quote all the time and I believe it applies very well in this context.

“The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry out their dream.” – Les Brown

I am determined to live in a post-Corona world by living the best life possible. I made plenty of excuses. I used many alibis. People all around us are feeling the impact of this new normal and then there are many around us that are re-inventing themselves and using the flood waters of adversity to rise above their circumstances. Don’t wait for the world around you to make you change. Change your world now! I hope you found this article helpful and insightful. Thanks for listening.

Pass Me Another Brick, Please!

This article is guaranteed to make many of you squirm. It’s also guaranteed to be the premise for a future article and a future episode of my podcast but bears repeating. We want to build our business brick by brick but we also often want others to help us.

I guess I’m not bright enough to realize this but I’ve been dabbling in entrepreneurship for almost 30 years. I was a singer-songwriter, multiple small business owner, producer, published author, business and personal life coach, blogger, and sales consultant. I probably left some roles out for sure. So that means I’ve been asking for friends and family to consider supporting me. A lot. I’m guessing I’m not alone.

I didn’t ask for money. I never asked for donations. What I did was ask for many that I know and trust and love to take a look, to consider, or to pass it onto someone else who has a specific need for said product.

Doesn’t sound too hard, right? This isn’t unreasonable, yeah? Well, it can be the equivalent of pulling teeth for the entrepreneurial adventurer.

Covid-19 impact set aside, it’s difficult to be a business owner. Not because the product isn’t good. Not because there is a huge divide between supply and demand. It’s not even because of the economic climate. It’s because of pure, unadulterated hate. Yep, hate in the sense that we use it in today’s vernacular. Like, “she’s hating on me because I got promoted!” kind of hate.

True story. My wife and I used to sell handmade ceramic art in downtown Charleston. Every night, we had to fight (theoretically) for relevance, not because of the quality of our product but because of people’s perceptions of us. By the end of the night, we were exhausted from answering the same questions with the same derisive tone, “Did YOUUUU make these?”

“Yes”, we replied with near robotic voices, “we made them by hand ourselves.”

Most would look us up and down and walk away in favor of the mass produced, poorly made version instead a few feet away. After a while, we became calloused to the micro-aggressions and just embarked on being intentional about enjoying the moment and the people we got to meet and the stories we got to hear.

In the medium that we worked in, a potential client will walk past nine tables that sell the exact same thing at similar costs. What makes that consumers decide to buy? The saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” To be brutally honest, we saw a lot of trash being sold.

Of course, it’s just my opinion. If it was made with straw, with gobs of glue speckled throughout, and a strong wind could tear it asunder, they still have to the right to value it over the work I put into my product. At the end of the day, we can question what someone is thinking, but it’s all about one’s perception.

I’m definitely going to discuss this at length in the near future because we really need to ask ourselves some tough questions. Does it make sense to use nearly all your budget for a more expensive (with recognizable name value) but not better made product and dismiss a sturdier, more quality product (by local small business owner) at merely a third of your budget? It may come down to how that buyer views the business owners specifically.

Sadly, if you have ever ventured into entrepreneurship, you may have already discovered that family treats you like that too. Sometimes people that “know” you (or think they do), they often attach their perceptions of you with what you can do. I’ve personally seen that up close as well.

If I ask you how does the enterprising entrepreneur move from obscurity to relevance, you might say “Hard work” or “determination”. Perhaps. I’ll add faith to that. Lots of it including your faith that your product satisfies a need and maybe YOUR faith in the entrepreneur that with a little boost, they might be able to make a go of this venture. They may just need a little help.

The takeaway if you haven’t already found one? As an entrepreneur, you have to keep going and you have to enlarge your tents and expand your territory. In my mind, I’ve built up enough cache over almost 50 years to have enough support for the reasonably good ideas that I’ve had. In. My. Mind. Thinking someone should be there for you is not a sound business practice.

They can eat with you. They can rest in your home. They can agree with what you say while you’re saying it. But the rubber may not meet the road when you need it to the most. You might be let down that your friends didn’t subscribe to your YouTube channel or your family haven’t donated to your non-profit but you can’t let go. Spread your net further than those you thought were a given to support you. Though painful to consider, they may just see the “business owner” in a way that differs from how you see yourself. Keep the train moving! Spread the net further and wider.

Let me let you in on a little secret that I stumbled upon in the mid nineties that still holds true today. Despite all the substandard products around you that seem to demand everyone’s attention, people, humans, consumers are still and always are attracted to a crowd. If there’s a crowd, we immediately surmise that coffee shop has something good, or that restaurant has some good sandwiches, etc.

One hot and muggy afternoon while selling our wares downtown, we were engaging a couple in conversation. They weren’t interested in buying anything at that moment but they were very interested in what we were doing. They were smiling, laughing, moving their hands, and very interested in hearing our story. We, in turn, we’re interested in hearing theirs as well. Soon, a small crowd began to form around our table. That crowd grew and grew and grew. We began to engage more people who were there listening to our story.

If I remember correctly, even the couple we were sharing with decided to purchase a gift for a relative. That was one of our most successful days. No sales pitches. No techniques or traps. Just enjoying the moment and being authentic. Even other vendors came over to our table to see what all the hubbub was about. They looked and looked and I gather they still couldn’t see it. Can you?

Please continue to follow us at mirrortimewithmistayu.wordpress.com. My company will be producing a second blog and podcast sometime in 2020. Be on the lookout for those exciting new projects! Also, MTWMY will begin to have a new look. Thank you for your patience and also thank you for your support with this growth we’re about to embark on! Thank you all!

At The End Of The Day

Fam, what a week! I can’t point to the weather or the news or any events in my personal relationships. I can’t even blame the 24 hour news cycle. Not sure why but everything that I normally do creatively has got a snag this week. No blog articles. No videos. No networking. Nothing. Nada. Zilch! Having been a writer for over two decades, I recognize writer’s block when I see it. Trust me guys. This ain’t that! So what it is?

Frustrated as this may be because I need to be effective, purposeful, functioning, working…… So when I’m not or unable to, it’s a rough day at the home office. Maybe you get that too? I’m plopped down on the couch after cutting 48,396 blades of grass. I’m spent but I really believe this state that we’re in can sometimes wear you down. You don’t have to watch the local or national news all day to be worn out. You don’t have to be in the house nearly 24 hours a day, 7 days a week to be exhausted with the norm. Anybody can just be flat out tired. Besides, we’re only human, right?

Getting tired is a fact of life. Getting tired during this new normal is life on steroids. This is unprecedented territory and we’re all, to some degree, just trying to figure it out. Some well, some not so well. So…….what are you going to do?

I mean, what will you do when all this is over? This, meaning self quarantine in a pandemic with the threat of a second wave of coronavirus, and millions of people sick and/or unemployed. I know we’re in the heat of the moment but have you ever thought about what you’re going to do? Going to work is one likely response. Going out to a restaurant or catch a movie might be another. Add shopping or catching a flight across the country or hop on a cruise ship and you have a long list of “stuff”.

So are you going to do some stuff? Just fill the gaps of a life spent in quarantine for months. What are YOU going to do? Have you changed during these many months? What are you seeing differently about yourself? What have you learned about the relationships you’ve invested so much into? Have you detected a heightened sense of creativity and maybe even a desire to break out of the norm and do something different, maybe a little scary, but out of the box? Have you experienced so much that, for you, it’s impossible to go back to the way things were? What are you going to change about you?

The lessons for life are readily available for you to glean from. Unfortunate and trying times have an uncanny knack for producing character in us. The day is coming soon. Better to answer the question for yourselves today. At the end of the day, you owe it to yourself to survey the landscape of your today and start reassessing your tomorrow. You can do stuff. Or you can truly, intentionally, authentically, creatively, functionally, and wholeheartedly do YOU.

Heavy Is The Head…

You’d think television viewing would be at an all time high during a pandemic. Strangely, mines isn’t as there’s only a handful of shows I can give full attention to. One is the Netflix series “The Crown”. My love for history plays a small part but I’m infatuated with Masterpiece Theatre, PBS, and dramas from the UK. This one “follows the political rivalries and romance of Queen Elizabeth II’s reign and the events that shaped the second half of the 20th century.” But it’s much deeper than that.

Although Queen Elizabeth II is the primary character, it was hard to look away from her husband, Philip. He had many titles (Prince, Duke, Baron, husband) but he was not considered King. In that monarchy, it was not allowed. His official title was a “prince consort” at best.

Philip’s life of sacrifice really stood out. He was a Greek exile and one born into Danish and Greek royal families but, because of his wife’s status, he was unable to do what he loved or was skillful at, or even what he dreamt about. As a pre-marital condition, he denounced his royal family heritage and their titles. In this new role, he was to stand by the Queen’s side and be seen and not heard. Not my words. His sullen mood and body language was indicative of a broken man and there was little even his Queen could do to help him. The subtle tragedy in this is that they both had immense pressures: both bound by obligation and limited by rules of order and sadly, a narrow understanding of each other’s agony. Does that resonate with you?

Queens, let’s talk.

Can a queen be content with a king that cannot soar, and cannot flourish, or be active, vital ,and vibrant? Is there a benefit for her if he is able to be the best that he can be and conversely, be safe when he is not at his best? In the games of checkers and chess, it is dangerous and most vulnerable for the king to be at the center of the board but it is often a necessity that he is. There is no greater feeling for a King when he knows he has valued by those he fiercely protects and passionately loves.

A king is not a donor of royal seed. A king’s worth goes beyond the things he can fix or build with his hands. A king’s appraisal is more than that of a chauffeur, babysitter, or the doer of unfavorable, undesirable tasks. The world is teaching us a horrible lesson. He may smile for the cameras, shake a sea of hands and never fail to be at your side but his heart may be broken.

If you are privileged to have a King, a really good man, that takes pleasure in providing for you and listens to your desires and thoughts, and doesn’t head for the hills when you have your moments, let him know that you are still on the same board with him and you love and cherish his protection, his prayers, and his support of you. Let him know that you appreciate the slings and arrows he takes every day. Let him know that his scars and imperfections are beautiful in your eyesight. Let that king know he has value. (This may be the first time he has ever heard this so don’t be surprised at his emotional reaction. That’s pretty common for many of us.)

In Samuel Chapter 8, the Children of Israel greatly erred by asking for a king so they could be like all the other nations. This was displeasing to the Lord.

They said to him, “You are old, and your sons do not walk in your ways; now appoint a king to lead us, such as all the other nations have.”But when they said, “Give us a king to lead us,” this displeased Samuel; so he prayed to the LORD. And the LORD told him: “Listen to all that the people are saying to you; it is not you they have rejected, but they have rejected me as their king. As they have done from the day I brought them up out of Egypt until this day, forsaking me and serving other gods, so they are doing to you.

I don’t think I’ve ever met a Queen that didn’t want herself a King. What I have met are Queens that want Kings like their friends have, or so they think. If you have a King after the kind I spoke of earlier, he doesn’t want to replace God in your life like the Children of Israel did in that passage above. In fact, he will likely push you closer to Him. He would never dare try to replace Him. He just wants to know that when you are standing on that board and he is fielding fiery darts from all manner of enemy, challenged with the pressure of showing solid and consistent leadership, greatly concerned, maybe even worried, if he can do this all again tomorrow, he just wants to know that you, the ones he is willing to die for by standing in the center of the board, in this big old, crazy world, have his back and love him unconditionally. In this reality of monarchs and kingdoms, rules and authority, he may just want to know, at the end of the day, under the umbrella of marriage, that he’s YOUR king.

“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown“……

Sword on top of shield

Weak Made Strong

Inspiration can often come from the strangest places. Today, the inspiration came from an unexpected place.

So the weak person, the brother or sister for whom Christ died, is ruined by your knowledge. Now when you sin like this against brothers and sisters and wound their weak conscience, you are sinning against Christ. Therefore, if food causes my brother or sister to fall, I will never again eat meat, so that I won’t cause my brother or sister to fall. (I Corinthians 8:11-13)

Although I am free from all and not anyone’s slave, I have made myself a slave to everyone, in order to win more people. To the Jews I became like a Jew, to win Jews; to those under the law, like one under the law — though I myself am not under the law to win those under the law. To those who are without the law, like one without the law — though I am not without God’s law but under the law of Christ — to win those without the law. To the weak I became weak, in order to win the weak. I have become all things to all people, so that I may by every possible means save some. Now I do all this because of the gospel, so that I may share in the blessings. (I Corinthian’s 9:19-23)

For you were called to be free, brothers and sisters; only don’t use this freedom as an opportunity for the flesh, but serve one another through love. For the whole law is fulfilled in one statement: Love your neighbor as yourself. (Galatians 5:13-14)

The verses are a precedence for how believers should treat others, and properly address the weaknesses of fellow believers. In today’s climate, when such weaknesses are identified, we mock and demean them and call them sheep. (Which animal would we be then? Just asking.)

We talk about liberty and freedom like they’re punchlines or a recitation of what someone told us and not what we fully understand. It’s amusing to see so many fight for a history that they don’t even want to understand. They’re so uncomfortable with it that they can’t even engage in discussions about it and they’d rather you “let it go” and “get over it”. (You guys seem the Vauxhh Booker video yet?)

I’ll even go one step further and say that many that claim to believe actually don’t because they said “yes” to a Savior and a faith because they hoped to have a better life and a cushion perhaps, for future behavior, and not because they were in danger and recognized a dire need to be saved. None of this is the Gospel. Think that’s where the problem starts and ends.

How it’s it possible that there’s so many of “us” claiming Jesus is our Lord and Savior but we prefer YouTube conspiracy videos and 24 hr news cycles over reading (and living) His words? How did we get so comfortable attacking our friends in our comment sections just to justify our position, without a thought for the damage we inflict? We’re caught at the strait gate and didn’t even know it. (Matthew 7:13)

In life and maybe in your upbringing, the stronger sibling is supposed to always protect the weaker sibling because of their love for them. Family is supposed to stand up for each other! Family lays down our lives for each other. (John 15:13) Is your stance or position that important, life and death, at the end of the day? Or do you just see yourself and your wants as higher than that of your neighbor?

In an episode of Big Bang Theory called the Space Probe Disintegration, Sheldon surprisingly tells Leonard that he makes compromises and sacrifices for his roommate all the time, much to Leonard’s shock. He lists not telling Leonard that he had lettuce in his teeth, even though everyone was laughing at him at the lunch table and not telling him that he knows how to drive all these years (a task he believed gave Leonard’s life purpose and meaning). At the end of the day, Sheldon calls its sacrifice but neither cost him anything of consequence. Although humorous in that sense, if freedom causes our fellow man to be bound or wounded, would you, at least, consider this may be a misuse of our good fortune.

So before we press “Send”, let’s rethink that next post or article share to let everybody know who you are. (They may never confront you but trust me, they know who you are. If they didn’t before, they do now.) Reconsider that next comment before it goes live. We’re in-fighting about facemasks, beaches, rights, telling “them” to clean up their own community when they want to talk about racial injustice in ‘Merica and people are still dying at a feverish place. Much of what you are hearing is not about country or freedom or liberty. It’s an anti-Gospel and anti-Christ sentiment because His love and His Word is absent and the love of this world is the impetus….We can pretend we didn’t see the Vauhxx Booker video, or conveniently forget about Breonna Taylor, or hope this George Floyd situation just goes away so you can get back to normal. You might not even want to remember Trayvon Martin. You have that right. We have liberty but many of us just don’t know how to wield this powerful weapon without destroying others. The Apostle Paul is teaching us today.

As normal, my intent isn’t to offend anyone. Think of this as me protecting you.

LOVE ME BACK

Our beloved brother, James, has pulled his sword from its sheath. He stares into a crowd of people and he raises the sharp blade and begins to scream as he charges into the surprised crowd.

If you saw this in a television show or movie, your eyes would be glued to the screen, wondering what would happen next. James is not a television character. And this is not fiction. He is a teacher, author, and half brother of the man we know as Jesus. He is also a leader of one of the largest and most significant churches in biblical history. But unlike many of our leaders, he pulled his sword and he is more than motivated to use it. And that he does.

Chapter 4 is one of those chapters that you may never hear your preacher preach or your teachers teach. Is it too difficult to explain or understand? Nope. But it is particularly difficult to swallow and accept.

He starts the chapter off with a question: What is causing the fights and quarrels among you? (James 4:1) Only a grade A fool would raise their hands and point to their neighbor in this moment. James is pointing his fingers at everyone in attendance. He was pointing to the nature of our hearts, even today.

“You desire but you do not have, so you kill. You covet but you cannot get what you want, so you quarrel and fight. When you ask, you do not receive, because you ask with wrong motives, that you may spend what you get on your pleasures.” (James 4:2-3)

Can you see application of this in your today? Do you see excessive and bitter contests and in-fighting among those that are supposed to represent Jesus and His Words? And please don’t remove yourself from the conversation because you don’t think you’ve ever killed anyone. If you are confident you have an exemption in this area, check out 1 John 3:15 and Matthew 5:21-22) It’s too common these days to pray for what one wants and promise obedience to God only if He grants said wish…. like a genie? Wow. James is rebuking (indeed) those that turn to the Source of Life so that He can rubber stamp their own agendas, while flat out refusing to submit to His agenda. Hopefully, that doesn’t apply to you. God is not your personal genie!

“We turn God into a divine waiter. He is there to deliver our daydream to us. We touch base with him on a Sunday; we put our order in via prayer; we might give a decent tip in the collection plate. But God is essentially there to give us what we feel we need… and we get furious with him if he doesn’t deliver.” ~ Rico Tice, Honest Evangelism

Let’s be clear. Our default settings always place us at the center of everything in our world and everything and everyone else, including God Himself, comes after what we want, in that order. But we have access to a new download that will initiate a new processing system, new files, and a new way of computing. We have just neglected to do so because we love the “old system” too much. James calls the people “adulterous” because they (and we perhaps) are two-timing God. (James 4:4)

Imagine coming home to find another person in your bed in your house with your spouse. (Put aside your visceral reaction/comments) Why is there jealousy, rage, and anger? Why do you want to slap the fire out of somebody? Why do you want to take it to the physical? Because you are deeply in love and that investment of relationship means something to you. This betrayal cuts to the deepest parts of your heart. God experiences this EVERY TIME we replace Him with someone or something else just to have some worldly pleasure. God is jealous for you. (James 4:5) And still, in ways we may never understand, even after the worst of betrayals, He still wants us back. Love brings him back! Love kept Him on the cross to redeem a cheater and an adulterer and everything else we were and are. We don’t deserve the blessings we have and we do deserve the punishment we will avoid. Remember that God will always take you back. Once you accept that love and receive it into your heart, you’ll never want anyone else. You just have to acknowledge that you want and need it.

“If we are not more emotional over our sin (and our salvation) than we are over our sports team’s successes or failures, the plot twists in our favorite films, our children’s achievements or disappointments, then there’s something wrong – and that something is that we do not appreciate what our sin is, and what it cost…..” ~ Sam Allberry (James For You)

 

Notes From The MTWMY Editor’s Desk

Unfortunately, I’m not at my best today. Weakened, uncomfortable, but thoughtful and introspective so I’m hopeful you don’t mind me being the change I want to see this Independence Day weekend. Thinking about a lot today. Plenty of wake up calls everywhere. We’re learning that the gardens we’ve been sowing our precious seeds in weren’t the best ground. We’re discovering that the fatigue you’ve been experiencing in relationship was because you’re doing all the heavy lifting. Seems in many settings, you’re the only one that cares enough to step out in faith and use your voice to say “no” to the status quo in your world. Feeling a little lonely and even helpless? That might be a positive, Fam!

Do you know why I work to keep MTWMY alive and relevant? It’s because I believe it was a gift given to me that I didn’t ask for or earn. It’s a blessing I otherwise wouldn’t have had it not been given. It’s teaching discipline and sacrifice that grows me beyond my normal parameters. It’s my contention that this blog has value. The labor is worth something. But it should be easier, right? I have friends. But most can’t or don’t want to support this work for one reason or another.

Some think they might get spammed (The lie detector says that’s a lie!). Some think they’re too busy to read an article because they have a life. (Typical blogger stereotype aimed at me perhaps?) Some just don’t find the Gospel of Jesus Christ, self reflection, and all the stories from my life of deliverance, healing, and personal growth interesting. (Well, isn’t that special!). Some won’t support me out of some kind of religious loyalty because I no longer attend their church and I’m not part of the “family”. (Anti-Gospel behavior, folks! Pure and simple!) Not the only reasons, just some.

I greatly care for every friend in every of those categories. I spend time with them. I pray for them. I love them. This blog was written not only for my emotional and spiritual therapy but I labor in this effort too for the friends I didn’t mention. The ones that reach out to me in desperate need of support system, prayers, mature leadership, and just good old fashioned unconditional love. They’re not in healthy places. They’re on the brink at times. They may love Jesus but they’re battling some heavy questions. They want a spouse that will love and honor them. They want a home church that’ll make their souls a priority and not outsource them for a building project. They’re not even sure Jesus/God is real but they know that I’m real. They just want to talk to someone who genuinely cares.

Every article is written for those overwhelmed with life or those compassionate towards the true stories I tell and the people in them. They are supportive of what they see as a genuine gift. So every time I get some correspondence saying “Thank you” for sharing your story. It’s exactly what I’ve been going through for years, that is a sign that this work matters. That’s what keeps my pen in my hand. I’m doing this for a people not recognized yet. A people still in the shadows, yearning for the Light. MTWMY is your blog too. I share this with you and for you. For my friends. All of them.

HEY, STUPID!

A family of six gathers early Christmas morning to open presents. Traditionally, the father hands each gift out, calling the receiver of the gift by name. Every one that has received their gift smiles with excitement as the entire family watches them open it. Then the father turns to the last child seated and hands them their gifts but instead of calling them by their name, he calls them “Dummy”. Some of the family snickers and some remain silent and look away so they can’t see the pain and anguish, even the tears trickling down their face. One big happy family.

A small office of ten that specializes in marketing, as a group, has accomplished a huge milestone and are planning to celebrate their huge accomplishment. They arrange to meet at a restaurant they reserved for the occasion where they will hand out individual awards. The organizer of the event neglects to invite two of the ten co-workers that helped them accomplish the company goals. They didn’t realize there was even an event until they see the pictures on their peers’ cubicles, the photos posted on their company website, and the awards on their desks. “Oh, we forgot to to tell you. It was just a small gathering.” Teamwork makes the dream work.

A young girl stands at the blackboard with a piece of chalk trembling in her hand as she stares at the daunting equation on the board. She swallows hard, struggling to answer the question. She could feel the glare of her teacher and hear her classmates behind giggling, calling her “dumb” and impatiently groaning. She is friendly, compassionate, and kind but she can’t solve the problem. No one will ask why because it’s common that people that look like her will have difficulty with things others will view as simple. She is not stupid or lazy or dumb. She has an undiagnosed learning disorder. Now there are two problems she can’t solve.

Three real stories. Three real people that represent millions in our world. Step out of your ideal situation and step into their less than ideal ones. How would you feel? What would you like those that are witnessing this to do? What could they say that would comfort you in this time? Would one or all of these instances make you angry if it was happening to you? Are you angry just hearing about them now? Are you indifferent because you don’t think this will ever be your situation? What if it was to occur in the life of your child? Would that change how you feel?

1. It is painful for someone to never acknowledge you as who you are, not a derisive name forcibly given to describe you. The “sticks and stones” argument is a lie. Words do hurt. If your name is Rosemary but everybody, in practically every area of your life, keeps calling you “Karen”, you would eventually crumble under that weight and pressure of trying to prove you are not that. People can and will say that it doesn’t bother them but eventually it does. Just like a child called “stupid” by the only parent they had. They can be in their fifties with children of their own and still be hindered and tormented by these words so just imagine. It’s not so easy for objects of racial stereotyping or victims of verbal abuse.
2. We hear terms like inclusion and diversity but they’re often met with derision. Many feel like they’re being forced to wedge a round peg into multiple square holes. They just don’t fit. You’re trying to make them fit where they are not wanted or haven’t been considered in its creation. It’s easier to surround ourselves with those that “understand” and “relate” to us. Know what’s that called?
3. Once we decide that something or someone is what they are, and there is no room for change or evolution into anything else, it becomes the standard for us. The measuring stick. And if someone that we have unfairly categorizes dares to exceed our low expectations, rather than accept that, we will move the bar higher and see if they can jump that. We becomes judge, jury, and social executioners too. We decide a person’s limits, trajectory, and values in our minds. At least, that’s where it starts.

Do you understand a LITTLE bit better? I hope so.

Where Art Thou?

Ever been in a relationship that you thought was wonderful and then in a blink of an eye, everything went south and you’re left wondering why?

We see one of the most beautiful instances of sweet relationship go horribly wrong in an instant in the third chapter of the biblical book of Genesis. We all know the account and might even disagree on some details but what is clear is that something dramatically changed. The Creator welcomed His Creation into what looked like a sweet arrangement. Adam had it made. This wasn’t like our relationships. It was rock solid. All he had to do was trust his father and not the talking snake. Missed it by that much!

In hindsight, with all the knowledge and insight we now have, it might be a LITTLE easy for us to say, “Well, the creator God made the heavens and the earth. His creation consists of everything, including the talking snake and the guy that listened to his sales pitch. So if there was ever a need to settle a dispute or have an answer given to a question, who better to ask, right? When your children are having a dispute about something, doesn’t one of them come running up to you to ask you if what their sibling said is true? When I was a manager, if someone approached me with a plan or suggestion that I was unsure of, I immediately took that to my boss to make sure I didn’t screw the pooch or even get myself canned. That is what did not happen here. Decisions got made. Fruit got eaten. Managers got pink-slipped.

Once the fruit got eaten and the cat was out of the bag that the owner of the garden’s instructions were not followed by management, Adam and his wife, Eve, hid themselves in the garden. They didn’t feel comfortable in the place that was made specifically for them to enjoy peace and fruitful (no pun intended) relationship. The Creator called out to them “Where you at?” It wasn’t that He couldn’t see them. Of course He could. He is omniscient. What the garden’s owner was asking was “Why did you leave the relationship? Why did you break the arrangement that we had that was working so well? Why did you change your position?”

Ever asked some of the same questions in your relationships? The differences are many but the takeaway here is that Adam (as with all man still today) are being beckoned into sweet fellowship and relationship with our Creator. Religious wisdom says we cannot know God and ever be close to Him. Genesis 3 says that’s exactly what God, the owner of Eden, wants. Well, that was a long time ago. He changed his mind, things changed, they may surmise. Revelation 21:3 says that is still the ultimate goal.

“Then I heard a loud voice from the throne: Look, God’s dwelling is with humanity, and he will live with them. They will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them and will be their God.“

But somewhere in our quest to enjoy fruitful relationships outside of the intended one, we inevitably hit snags, bumps in the road, mountain sized obstacles. That’s life, some may retort. Yep, it is life. My question is where does that life end and what should I expect after I go through all this bad stuff? Let’s go to Revelation 21:4 we go! At the end of the “day”, God wants to…..

“And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.”

There is more discussion to be had and I would love to have it with you privately if you like but yes, in the meantime, we will struggle…we will fall…we will mourn…..we will desire more……but if we are truly among the fortunate, we will be humbled enough to cry out from outside Eden and ask the garden’s owner two things.

Can you please be with us always? And can we please be with you always? Relationship Goals.

What’s Your Opinion?

MTWMY wants to know what you think. 4 polls. No wrong answers. This exercise will help me to know what you like to read and what you like to talk about. I want to know what my readers want. The results of these polls will help me get closer to that so please don’t be shy and please don’t bypass this. I could really use your help on this. Thank you for your participation.

The Empty Crib

Fam, today, I am endeavoring to be whole. I’m embracing the truth and removing the leverage the enemy of my soul has used liberally against me. (John 10:10a) Thank you, in advance, for your support, comments, love, and your prayers.

Yes, we may have Jesus as Lord. (Romans 10:9-10) We have a heritage and a promise. Still we must denounce harmful behaviors…frequently confess…..often repent, and fight for what’s been given us. Every day, that same enemy wages war against us to kill, steal, and destroy, so we must stand. (John 10:10a, Ephesians 6) So, with that being said, and in the spirit of transparency which Mirror Time strives for, I’d like to share a story of my failure for your edification and my spiritual growth.

I was living on Staten Island in a townhome with my two best friends and business partners. Barely legal but singing, songwriting, producing, trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. Pandering in living rooms and studios of the some of the biggest names in music ever! We were consummate hustlers! We hustled everyone, even each other. We didn’t know when to pause. The line was blurred. It was as normal to us as breathing was.

I met this young woman during a ride to an appointment via the Staten Island ferry. She was with her two little sisters. I approached and they were fully hanging off every word I said. I knew I had their full attention. There was something different about her. I didn’t know what but we connected and starting calling each other. I didn’t have any expectations because I had trust and commitment issues. I was just talking and having fun and being young.

I learned she had three children from a prior relationship, and was from a very religious family, in a Christian denomination, Apostolic Pentecostal, I think. Their women wouldn’t cut their hair and wore small doilies on their heads. They wore long dresses too. She wore the same attire that first day on the ferry as well but I walked past multiple scantily clad women just to talk to her.

Within a few weeks of phone discussions, I had met her parents at her insistence and they treated me as I expected. They looked at me like I was a stray their daughter brought home. They grilled me about everything, including if I had any outside kids, then they would glance at their daughter. Dang! They could’ve, at least, told me about Jesus. LOL. That was the only “date” we went on besides a few ferry rides to the city to walk around and maybe get a bite to eat. We talked on the phone for hours at a time and began a physical relationship for several weeks. On a non-rehearsal day, I got a phone call from her. She told me she felt really sick and told me she was pregnant. I didn’t have any evidence but I accepted it.

Should I marry her and have an instant family of six? Was I raising this child Apostolic Pentecostal or Episcopal? Would I be able to live with in-laws that loathed me? Was I going to be ready to be a father when I was just barely legal a year or two ago and didn’t know what a father looked like? How could I support them with no degree and no full time job? I was on a roller coaster and I hate roller coasters. My friends offered advice and opinions as to what I should do but they didn’t want to lose their chance at a music career. I didn’t want to disappoint them if I was being honest. The dignity of regular work was respectable but I couldn’t afford to back out of everyone else’s dream.

The silence on the phone was deafening. I needed to answer but I didn’t know what to say. I really didn’t want her to have an abortion but I didn’t tell her that. I didn’t know if I wanted her to keep the baby because I didn’t have a father or a father figure and I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t screw up another life but I didn’t tell her that either. I didn’t know what I wanted so I did the most cowardly thing I have ever done in my life. I let her figure it out. I didn’t tell her what to do or what not to do. I was Switzerland in this romantic tale. I told her whatever you decide, I’m ok with it. She expressed that she would do anything for me and that she was in love with me. Those words feel empowering in some settings but that day, it was an albatross!

We hung up and I agonized over what to say. I was depressed and anxious. I couldn’t write any songs. I couldn’t even hum a melody and I couldn’t eat. My friends had definitive views but I struggled. I couldn’t sleep and for about a week, we didn’t communicate at all. (That was a lifetime for us and a huge mistake.) I was wracked with shame and decided I was going to call her. How could I explain this to my mother? I was determined to man up even if it displeased others and short circuited my goals. I knew what I was going to say. I wanted to keep our baby and continue our relationship. I wasn’t promising marriage or a home for all of her children but I was open to the idea if that was the right thing. I called her and left her a voicemail telling her not to make any decisions until we talked later. I had a busy schedule that morning so I was going to call again that evening. Before evening could come, I got another phone call from her. Good! She must’ve gotten my message. I was relieved. Yusef is going to have a baby! Wow. Then the showstopper. The mega-neutron bomb. The gut-punch!

Before I can say anything, she uttered three simple and seemingly harmless words but every syllable drew the life out of me and I thought I was having a heart attack. I felt faint and my body went limp at the sound of her voice. I could barely stand. She was elated and excited when she said it. No, the three words weren’t “I love you!” She’s said those to me before.

“I DID IT!”

My hands started to tremble and my eyes welled up with water. I started to stammer, choking on my saliva. It was several minutes before I could speak.

“Baby? Are you there?”, she said meekly.

“What did you do?”, I asked as my knees slightly buckled and I leaned my head against the window, barely strong enough to hold onto the corded phone in my hand. I didn’t want to hear the answer. I knew she wasn’t talking about getting her hair done.

“I got the abortion.”, she slowly muttered.

I think I went into a fugue state because all I could hear was silence even though she was explaining that she made an appointment to have the abortion and it was completed yesterday. It was in the early afternoon but I swear everything went dark. I might as well have been in a black hole. I couldn’t see any light for miles. I was a cocktail of anger, rage, guilt, and remorse. I let out a prolonged scream that was so loud that my insides shook. I thought my brain was going to shut down. I could hear the feet of my friends racing to my closed bedroom door, knocking and calling out to me. I screamed and wailed in a way I never have before. I fell to my knees and dropped my head against my window pane. Within seconds, she began to scream and cry on the other line. I don’t know what she was saying but I could hear the word “sorry” here and there.

“Why, why?” I moaned. “Why, why?”

My mind was everywhere. If I was mature enough to decide in the beginning……if she told me she made an appointment…….called me before the procedure……maybe I could have, would have, might have……What if we took the time to talk about it…..??????

I don’t know how much time past on that phone call but I spent 15, 30 minutes sobbing and dry heaving. I felt like I did something really wrong. I felt so wicked and dirty. I never saw a sonogram or a pregnancy test but I felt like a murderer. I thought I didn’t deserve happiness and I would always live this uncommitted, unfulfilled life and rightly so. I hated my face in the mirror. I lost the energy to live out my dream. I had no expectations. I was a zombie in the horror movie of my life: already dead and it was the best and worst it could be. She apologized profusely and I did the same but I never blamed her. I put it all on myself. We were able to forgive each other but I knew it. We were over. I broke her heart and maybe did more damage than that to her mind. It took decades to get free of the carnage I unleashed on myself. I couldn’t trust again. I couldn’t let myself be committed.

I was starting to hear voices. Sounds of children laughing and playing and calling me “Da-Da”. I was tormented by my guilt and shame. Was it a little boy with dimples and freckles? Was it a little girl with bright brown eyes and a big smile who would love to sing? Was I having twins? Triplets? I’ll never know now. I was co-conspirator in an undertaking I was wholly unprepared for the consequences of. As tears roll down my face and my eyesight is blurried by tears, I tell you today that life is precious. These are the kind of life-changing situations that can change you in unfathomable ways. They leave a mark. They scar. But you can recover. You can be healed.

I am so sorry. I wish I could apologize to her more than I already have. If I knew this would have been, I would kept walking past her on that ride to the city. There were plenty of warning signs that said our relationship wouldn’t last. It’s not like they were hidden. I regret wounding someone because of my selfishness. I regret that this was the legacy I left behind. An empty crib. A teddy bear that will never be snuggled. A bottle that will not be filled with milk. A cry that won’t be responded to by a loving parent. A heart that won’t beat against mines. A little me that will never be.

I don’t know what you are dealing with today but whatever it is that comes in those fleeting thoughts that you just try to ignore, take those thoughts captive. Don’t allow them to take residence in your head and cause you to forfeit your bright tomorrow. We have all sinned and come short of the glory of God (Rom 3:23) but we are being offered life and life more abundantly (John 10:10b). I confess my sin right now in the name of Jesus Christ! I accept His gift today! I choose to live today for the Gift-giver! I want to be made whole!

Happy Father’s Day

Happy Father’s Day to all the men that have and continue to stand up when others won’t or can’t. You continue to dispel the myth about fathers in general but, in particular, men who resemble me. Let’s be honest, black and brown have been unfairly given a stigma that we aren’t faithful fathers and we don’t stay. I know fathers that didn’t stay. I know fathers that didn’t even try. And I know fathers who are doing that and then some.

There are 365 days in a year and most of the past 24 years, this celebrated day served as the worst and most bitterly painful one of the calendar year, hands down! I dreaded its arrival and celebrated its passing! I opened my eyes this morning by God’s grace and rather than declare it a bust like other years, with my first breath, I thanked my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and decided that today wouldn’t be like the others.

This year was a first. I didn’t cry or become depressed because my children didn’t text or call. This year, I remembered that in all my struggles as a parent, I did all I could do and I didn’t leave when things got rough. I didn’t compromise my faith to make my kids my best friends. I didn’t have a roadmap on how to be Dad. I didn’t know how to stay. I didn’t know how to stand while under assault so needless to say I made plenty of mistakes. But I never ceased to love and appreciate my opportunity to be a father as well as the most beautiful, humorous, and compassionate children a father could hope for. By God’s grace, I’m being privileged to father children in a different way these days and my heart is so full. I’m happy and blessed.

So if your situation is fantastic, I’m sincerely happy for you. Be grateful! You are very fortunate! If your situation isn’t so great, know you’re not alone. We hold in our hands an incredible responsibility but you’re more than up to the task! Connect with a fellow father who was knocked down and has gotten up! Build a support system of men who are okay real talking about fatherhood. Gain strength from those that have gotten to the finish line while you’re still in the race. We can’t do this alone! Today I can say I’m richer than I thought I was and much more so than I deserve. I may be estranged today but I’m victorious always.

To all the brothers that get a bad rap or are being held to an unfair standard by people with agendas and motives……to all the brothers who haven’t heard a “Thank You” in years…..to all my brothers that are expected to be happy with the little appreciation they get because other brothers that came before you didn’t care to get it right…. to all the brothers who are taking lemons and making the best lemonade their family ever tasted…….

……….Happy Father’s Day!!! I’m still very happy to be a father. Hope you are too!

What’cha Gonna Do About It?

Fam, before we start talking, I had to tell you something. I can’t express enough how overwhelming the outpouring of support and encouragement has been the past couple days. Mirror Time doesn’t go without you guys so I appreciate the momentum and the subscriptions. I’m in uncharted territory but it’s a lot easier when I know I’m not alone. Thank you very much!!

So……. how are you guys doing? I assume you’re safe and well and not infected by Corona but how are you guys doing actually? Several of my friends have been reaching out and even park in my living room, full of questions such as: “How do I help you personally? What can I do to stand with you and show solidarity? What do you need from me?” These are questions from people who racked with guilt, uneasiness, and a lot of anxiety. Watching the local news, I’m sure, doesn’t help their emotional well being.

A feat all by itself I’ve been mainly silent for the last three weeks. When you are faced with questions like these, I can’t just shrug my shoulders and mumble “I don’t know”. My long, thought out answer every time I responded contained one very important and understated word: love.

However, when I speak of this crazy word, I’m not referencing a weapon we use to control people in relationships. It’s also not what we toss out as if checking off a moral box. It’s not the word on your favorite coffee mug about a city or your affinity for pizza. It means so much more than that. The current state of things around us prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we still don’t understand this very tiny word.

Check this video out. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-QIxp9xaEGI&feature=share)

If you took the time to research this, you won’t see references to kissing, hand holding, ring purchasing, or a bouquet of flowers. What you will see is a word that strikes fear into the hearts of men and causes the earth beneath their feet to tremble violently: COMMITMENT. When you stand across from your wonderful soulmate and you say “I do”, commitment is what is implied and expected. When your best friend is in the hospital and they’re staring at the door, waiting for you to walk through it, that’s a commitment expectation. When you realize how much you have compared to the poor soul you’re gawking at, what makes you reach into your pocket or hand them a hot meal and a sincere smile, it’s because of commitment. Let’s unpack that last one.

See, the first two are easy and make sense. Heck, you’ve seen them on television so you know it’s a real thing. I want to talk briefly about the last point because that’s the one that is rarely emphasized or exhibited. Why? Because in those, there is no reasonable expectation of return. A farmer wouldn’t plant seed if he didn’t think he’d gain a harvest to feed his family. He makes an investment expecting some sort of return on his effort, time, and money.

When you give a hot meal to someone that is starving and destitute who is unable to repay you, the sacrifice takes a different tone. You are investing, knowing that you will not recompensed anything from that person or persons. You are simply exhibiting kindness. However……… that’s only partially true. You are not likely to receive anything from that person you are serving but there is a reward. (Cue ominous, suspenseful music)

Whatever you do, work heartily, as for the Lord and not for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the inheritance as your reward. You are serving the Lord Christ. (Colossians 3:23-24)

As for the rich in this present age, charge them not to be haughty, nor to set their hopes on the uncertainty of riches, but on God, who richly provides us with everything to enjoy. They are to do good, to be rich in good works, to be generous and ready to share, thus storing up treasure for themselves as a good foundation for the future, so that they may take hold of that which is truly life. (I Timothy 6:17-19)

Do not neglect to do good and to share what you have, for such sacrifices are pleasing to God. (Hebrews 13:16)

When you hear or read about biblical love, whether it be an innocent that could’ve wielded his mighty power and refused to give his life in exchange for yours or a recurring prerequisite for discipleship that is dependent solely on how we treat each other, commitment is the rubber that meets the road.

Now you, who claim to be bearer of such a great love, examine yourselves in the faith and see if it’s genuine. (2 Corinthians 13:5)

Do you hate your brother or sister? Do you think of your life as more valuable than those whom you feel are beneath you? Is your point more important than Jesus’s name and His Word? Is the God you serve justified in your closed eyes and mouths while injustice happens before you. Clearly, we are not all willing participants but we are all witnesses. Not what are you going to do about it?

When all has been heard, the conclusion of the matter is this: fear God and keep his commands, because this is for all humanity. For God will bring every act to judgment, including every hidden thing, whether good or evil. (Ecclesiastes 12:13-14)

Here’s another video I want you to check out:

To Whom It May Concern,

To Whom It May Concern,

It’s been weeks. It’s been some crazy, chaotic weeks. But I haven’t heard a word from you. How is that possible? It’s difficult to understand. I just remember when you said you loved me and you would have my back. I could try to rebuke the memories but what good would that serve? How was this crazy world so easily able to touch us? How did the promises that we made to each other become fodder for the cares of the world to trample under foot? Did I coerce you into being my friend? Did I use cunning and stealth to convince to be family? Was I a trickster or deceiver and with treachery, secured a way into your heart? When we came into binding agreement with each other, did you mean what you said? How is it then that you could travel so far that I can’t even faintly hear your voice?

Remember Jonathan who loved David like he loved himself. He was committed to being his friend until the day that he died. (I Samuel 18)

He trusted him with his very life. Do you remember Ruth, who had lost everything of value in her life but one thing and that was the relationship with her mother-in-law? She was about to lose that as well and, with great depth of emotions, passionately spoke these words: “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if even death separates you and me.”

Some may say “Oh, that’s in the Bible. That’s not applicable to my life as it is now.” But isn’t that what we believe? That the blueprint that was good enough for our forefathers was good enough for us? The world outside our window is beckoning for people who look like you to extend yourself to those that look like me. To seek understanding, to empathize with our plight, to actively listen in order to gain a more complete picture of a historical pain, to ask questions, to genuinely care… How is it so that I am forgetting what your wonderful voice sounds like? How can it be that you are so comfortable being silent in this space when you were always so vocal in others?

Our big brother Jesus said that there is no greater love man can experience than a willingness for a man to lay down his life for his friends. (John 15:13)

Do you love me? Was I your friend? Do you love your life more than you should have? (John 12:25) You have the luxury to close your eyes but you can still hear my whimpers in the darkness. I see you telling everyone within earshot that you are not like those others. You are fiercely adamant that you’re different. You are defiant that you have nothing to prove. How is it possible that you can love God but you don’t love me? (I John 4:20) Who pressed you to make those vows when times were good? Who demands that you remain silent when your voice can break shackles and open prison doors today?

There are some days I lament the world outside my window. It looks so much more dreadful and daunting an undertaking without my friend to walk outside with me.

You may never be able to explain. You may never seek to understand. What was then may just be a random event from a distant past. But please know, that in my eyes, you were never a hue, or some foreigner, or an object of my overflowing charity. You were my brother. You were my sister. And even in this chasm that distance and time have made, you still are. Even if you never again sit in the seat I reserved for you only, you are still family, you are still friend.

We broke bread. We rejoiced in miracles right before our eyes. We touched heaven in prayer. We sang psalms, hymns, and uplifting songs together. When you were wounded, I was in pain. When you fell down, I extended my hand to lift you up while others mocked your misfortune. When you suffered loss, the void was mines as well. Our hearts were knitted together in love. Today, I am wounded. Today, I groan. Today, I hurt. But I look around to my left to my right. I even call out your name but you could not be found.

If in nothing else, I take comfort in this moment with this hope: That you are bandaging someone else’s wounds today. That you are lifting someone else up from a bad fall. That you are weeping with someone else that weeps. That you sing psalms, hymns, and uplifting songs with someone who needs you because they feel alone. That when they turn to the left and right in their weakest moment that they can see your beautiful face with a hand extended.

I pray that what we used to have would be multiplied for those you now call friend and now call family. May God bless you in your journey and provide you peace and wisdom during these uncertain times.

Love,

Your Friend

Like A Good Soldier

In the first book I published, I made a controversial statement that I felt like we (my wife and I) were at war. It wasn’t meant to be a reference to race relations or to our country’s military stance. I was referring to both a specific personal situation highlighted in the book confirmed by several biblical references (Ephesians, Corinthians, and Romans to name a few) by the Apostle Paul. He used military terminology throughout all of his writings. It was not because he was a soldier but more likely because of his understanding of the predicament he found himself in. There was a power struggle between life and death, between heaven and hell and he was at the heart of it. Still he encouragingly uttered these words that I’ll never forget.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith. (2 Timothy 4:7)

Prayerfully, those are words I and we will someday utter as well.

Words like battle, struggle, and war are used as hyperbole at times but recent events in our world seems to validate the terms’ applicability. We are seeing something deep, powerful, and cutting that almost resembles a powderkeg of sorts. What word would you use to describe it? In the NFL and NBA, players talk about going to war with their brothers and winning the “battle”. Musicians talk about overcoming the “struggle”, starting from the bottom but now finally reaching the pinnacle. Those adversely affected by illness speak of “victory” and rising above their circumstances.

Today, however, is a part of a profoundly new whole where music, sports, art, politics, and life in general converge together intertwined in the taut and twisted binds of the human experience. Despite popular belief, we are all human and have more in common than we have differences.

Let me let you in on a little secret. This might be the line that blows your mind. You may not ascribe to Christianity as a faith or you may not even believe in God at all. You may think of angels and devils, swords and dragons, and heaven and hell as story time reading. You may think you got this life thing down pat. Perhaps you don’t need a barometer for your behavior, moral standards, or decision making. Whether that describes you or not, we’re still in this together indeed. You may have put your weapon down and chosen to surrender to a certain mindset on the path to least resistance but if you are a human being, you are indeed in this war as well. How so?

Have the recent protests and the video of George Floyd’s death hasn’t stirred up some first time thoughts and emotions or some that you haven’t felt or experienced in a while? Never had to motivate yourself to get out of bed and go to work? Ever had a friend or relative that deeply hurt you and you still struggle with forgiveness? How about that co-worker that keeps attacking and undermining you but you’ve done nothing to them? Ever became so angry that you thought you would hurt someone or go crazy restraining yourself? These are evidence of the battle and they are won in the mind first and foremost. Change our minds and we change our trajectory.

For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. (Ephesians 6:12-13 NIV)

Right now, on the streets of nearly every city, flesh and blood are fighting against flesh and blood. To what end? Would removing one authority figure resolve a systemic problem? It’s the difference between using medicine to treat a symptom rather than addressing the root cause for the symptom.

Here’s an amusing story that might help bring clarity. My favorite basketball team, the New York Knicks has been atrocious for nearly 48 years now. In sports time, that’s a lifetime. (I’m older than their last success!) The “normal” response for decades of ineptitude such as this is to remove the head coach. Rarely does that solve this level of problem. Small problems may warrant small solutions but larger ones require a bit more. The key issue with this franchise lies in ownership. Bad culture, bad morale, bad coaching hires, bad drafting, bad decision making, so you eventually get bad play on the court and bad results in the win-loss column. Removing one personnel only works if that person alone was responsible for these bad decisions. (New York Giants, this applies to you too!) If the key decision maker with final say keeps getting it wrong (i.e. doing the same things expecting a different result), that trickles down to the rest of the organization then mayhem and mediocrity are the result. But if that key decision maker who makes the rules and sets the standards either changes their mind and adopts a new approach or are removed from their ability to make these decisions, that signals dramatic and authentic change and a different trajectory towards a winning and successful organization. To sum it up, those who have influence (like James Dolan) have to change their mind or be removed if real change is going to take place. Same applies here.

We are indeed in an epic battle and it affects us and generations after us. How it plays out affects and shapes the minds of our sons and daughters, law creation and law enforcement, future communities and economic conditions, and the overall health and prosperity of the country. The way we think determines ability to prosper.

The Apostle used the term “fellow-soldier” to describe two very trusted allies and brothers. (Philippians 2:25, Philemon 1:2). He made a declaration on what behavior should stem from a truly transformed life, civilly, morally, and socially. (Romans 12:1-2) He reminded us that we have a common enemy and that at the end of the day, we are members of one another and have a daily responsibility to walk in unity and holiness. (Ephesians 4:23-27) He teaches us that we have to fight for our minds and not concede even our thoughts to adversaries. (2 Corinthians 10:3-5)

The terminology is clear. The indications are undeniable. This isn’t like playing a sport for a trophy or a larger contract with guaranteed money. This isn’t winning a race to receive a medal made of gold. This is life and death. Not on streets filled with broken glass and tear gas. At the end of the day, it comes down to you and your mind. Especially through adverse times like these. We have victory but we must still cross the finish line. We can’t afford to fall asleep. We must respond as if we are awakened. We must stand for righteousness and justice no matter who requires it. We must stand for those that cannot and be a voice for those that have none. We must shine as the lights of this world when everything seems to be a little too dark.

You therefore must endure hardship as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. No one engaged in warfare entangles himself with the affairs of this life, that he may please him who enlisted him as a soldier. (2 Timothy 2:3-4 NKJV)

Please receive these additional words of encouragement and affirmation for a time such as this.

Let this mind be in you, which was also in Christ Jesus: Who, being in the form of God, thought it not robbery to be equal with God: But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross. (Philippians 2:5-8 KJV)

You are the light of the world. A town built on a hill cannot be hidden. Neither do people light a lamp and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let your light shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven. (Matthew 5:14-16 NIV)

Don’t you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win! All athletes are disciplined in their training. They do it to win a prize that will fade away, but we do it for an eternal prize. So I run with purpose in every step. I am not just shadowboxing. I discipline my body like an athlete, training it to do what it should. (I Corinthians 9:24-26 NLT)

Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth. (Colossians 3:2 NKJV)

And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him. Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. (Romans 12:1-2 NLT)

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. (Philippians 4:8 NIV)

Ebony and Ivory

Good morning, friends and family.

As grateful as I was to get out of bed early this morning, I was also grieved at the social media conversations and the vitriol regarding the death of George Floyd that streamed across my timeline just like the heavy rainfall is tumbling down my window right now.

How well do you remember the song “Ebony and Ivory” by Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder? Here are some of the lyrics.

We all know that people are the same wherever you go
There is good and bad in ev’ryone
We learn to live, when we learn to give
Each other what we need to survive, together alive

This song was written in 1982. I was 11 or 12 years old. Know what was happening in New York City during this time? The exact same thing that is happening now when it comes to racial inequality, violence against dark skinned persons by police in general (I was a victim of this approximately 3 years later), and other assorted human rights offenses. This song was intended to promote unity. Did it miss the mark?

The song was heavily criticized as being overly simplistic to the point that it insulted people. In layman’s terms, everyone already knows what is needed so they don’t need anyone to say it or sing it. (The song was banned in South Africa for obvious reasons that you can research yourself using key search terms as Apartheid, Academy Awards, 1984, and Nelson Mandela)

So if this song is oversimplified, why didn’t anything change since everyone already knew this was necessary? Now we get to the “it” of it all. Yesterday, if my timeline could talk, it would say “Please stop.” It would say “I can’t take anymore.” It may even try to use its imaginary hands and plug its imaginary fingers into its imaginary ears so it didn’t have to listen to one more word, one more fight, one more passive-aggressive jab, and one more demeaning, insensitive comment. But alas, that’s now how it works. What is at work are so-called believers (of which I am proudly a member) attacking each other from opposite sides of the racial divide, trying to assert points and counterpoints, and dig in on theological issues, spouting hermeneutics, and questioning the hearts of their fellow brothers and sisters in Christ.

We got people whose spouses, children, or friends are African American and in their foolish pride, think they have a grassroots understanding of their plight in today’s culture. They post and comment from a perspective that they “get it” and they know what is best for them and can advise on how they should think and feel. I am telling you today, tomorrow, and any other day that your stance isn’t your speaking your truth. It’s wrong. It’s not about your theology. It’s not about your personal sense of comfort. It’s not about your self-righteouness in silence or in boasting of knowledge or your countless degrees. They all mean nothing in the light of this. It’s not about you.

One of the reasons the song was even inspired by McCartney was hearing these words of a fellow musician named Spike Milligan: “Black notes, White notes, and you need to play the two to make harmony, folks!”

As an avid lover of the piano, I get the musical nuance in that but I also get the overarching point too. Ever tried to play a song with only major notes or minor notes? Tell me how it sounded. Ever sung a song that as constructed that way? It just has something missing. There is a huge void that no amount of riffing or vocal theatrics can fill. It goes beyond 61 keys on a piano and the limitations of men. We cannot achieve perfect harmony without each other. I don’t know if the authors of this song thought about this at all but the kind of sound they were singing about is one that reaches even to the depth of our souls. It is also the sound of Heaven if you subscribe to that reality and desire inclusion to such a wonderful community!

Critics of this song, just like those that are bantering on your social media timeline as we speak, are carrying the baggage of the same retort: “We already know this. You don’t need to say it again.” In laymen’s terms, I am tired of hearing about this. It’s not my fault. Just let it go and get over it. I don’t have any responsibility for what happened to you years ago. Let the past stay in the past. Why don’t we (or you) just be quiet? Things will be so much better if you don’t talk about this.

Honestly, in all of the infighting and critiquing that’s going on, what gets lost is the reason why you even came together in this steel cage to duke it out for the Self Righteous World Championship: A man was literally killed on video by a police officer while all parties put their hands in their pockets. If this was a contest to see who could do the most damage without taking any responsibility or ownership, then there is more than one loser here. Look Ma, no hands!

A dark skinned person of color was killed in a manner reminiscent of 1982 and many years just like that back in New York City. In ways reminiscent to what South Africans had seen with alarming regularity. In times long before that where those still alive (or their grandchildren) that witnessed the atrocities of slavery or even benefited from them would rather we all just forget…or perhaps would like us to remember, whichever they prefer nowadays. It has happened and still is today. At this point, silence and consent have clearly been outed as lovers and have been for centuries. It’s one of the worst kept secrets ever.

I am reminded of a passage that I shared with a mentee this past week that strikes a chord today and one that I believe sheds some light on that earlier question of the “Ebony and Ivory” song had back in 82.

“Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.” (James 1:22-25)

It comes down to knowledge versus practice. The religious scholars of their times were content with the knowledge they were the seed of Abraham, thinking that was enough to avoid judgment and to curry the favor of God. Jesus came in like a bull in a china shop, bursting their self-righteous bubbles, labeling them hypocrites, not because of the knowledge they had but their blatant refusal to practice what they boasted in knowing. (James 4:17)

So for all the insult swapping and grand-standing, know it is all pointless because we are all guilty of having a sinful heart, falling short of the glory of God and deserving of destruction had Jesus not laid down his life for his friends. Where the issue that rises to the top in today’s times is that we don’t actively listen to our brothers and sisters. We only want to make our point and feel righteous and justified about how much knowledge we have and how smart people think we are. We have become devoid of compassion. If a student gets a failing grade in a subject they need to pass to graduate, they have the choice of not graduating and being forced to face the topic eventually coupled with the embarrassment of not walking with their peers at graduation or they can study harder and apply themselves to learn the concepts and go for that elusive “A” on the retest and pass the course. Some avoid graduation and live with not trying to understand the difficult concept.

Some say they don’t see color. Some might even choose to remain silent while you hurt and resurface when things are happier on social media again. Some might even slide into your DMs to let you know they are not like those other people and they are not bigots and tell you secretly they don’t agree with what is going on. At the end of the day, it’s about doing what we know is right by the perfect law of liberty and continuing to do so in actions that go beyond our words alone.

The piano, as simplistic an example as it may be (please forgive me, critics) is a great reminder of how much harmony is the primary requirement for a beautiful sound. If harmony is the primary goal, then you have to have an listening ear to hear, flexibility to adapt and adjust to change, and a rudimentary understanding of the importance of both keys and how they sound when pressed together. Isolating one key from another limits the potential of the instrument and runs counter to its full purpose. Alone, they the keys are nothing. Together, the potential for a glorious sound is unlimited.

Just so we don’t forget…..in case you’re having frank discussions with your children or your co-workers, his name was Gordon Floyd. He was killed by a police officer. He was a security guard. he was quiet and soft spoken. He worked at the Salvation Army. He was an African American man just like I am, and your children, your spouse, and your friends may be. He had a family. He had needs and fears. He had dreams and aspirations. He bled. He needed to breathe. Just like we do. He didn’t deserve to die like an animal. He is one of many.

20 Seconds

This morning was one of those mornings. My entire household was up in an unplanned moment of inspiration. Glassy-eyed but excited. There was no job to go to or any classes to attend. Just a great opportunity to sacrifice a couple more hours of sleep to remember, be grateful, and to simply say “Thank You”.

In retrospect, there is much to be thankful for. Have we given our flowers to the living? Have we made our appreciation of others clear and consistent? Are we properly assessing the value of those we’re fortunate to have close and available to us?

Maybe it’s different at your house but in mines, extroverts are primal screaming, going bonkers, wanting to get “out”. No community suppers and lunch dates. No coffee talks. No road trips or shared vacations. Just four walls and a lot of time to think.

So…….what are you thinking about?

Do you just want to sit in your favorite seat at your favorite restaurant again?

Wondering if you should arm yourself with assault weapons and head to the state capital?

Is your primary goal to get the kids out of the house and back to school again?

Do you long to see your friend or relative who is at risk but all you can do is call or wave at them through their window?

I’m thinking about the loss of connection. Much of it for obvious reasons if you spent more than two minutes with me. I’m old school in that I prefer face to face connection and phone calls and even writing letters to express how much I appreciate someone. It literally took a pandemic for some of these things to be longed for or even be suggested. It’s not unreasonable to think these practices will be up in smoke as soon as people return to their old lives.

How easily we’ve forgotten the promises we’ve made during the lean times! It slips our mind that the shirt on our back may have come from the back of another. We may have walked more than a mile in someone else’s shoes. But that’s only because of someone else’s generosity in response to your need. This early morning epiphany was wrought with memories about how we got from there to here. It was some stark reminders of pitfalls and holes that we dug for ourselves via poor decision making. All the names. All the faces. People the Good Lord used to help us in rough patches. People who we were able to bless out of His blessing to us. It was a time of reflection. Much needed. Fact is we need each other, not just people that look like us, or come from where we come from, not some homogenous hallucination. We need each other and all that we have to offer emotionally, culturally, experientially, and spiritually. Were created for relationship. It’s in our DNA and it’s unnatural when we purposely avoid deeper exploration of this.

On cue, the flood gates are opening and people are racing back to their old lives, mostly without precaution. Shouts of “it’s my life” and “it’s my right!” fill the airwaves daily. We probably already forgot to spend 20 seconds to wash our hands. But we can’t afford to forget to remember. We can’t afford to forget to be grateful for others and their contribution to our lives.

It is advised that we take 20 seconds to effectively wash our hands. We could stand to take a little more than that to evaluate how blessed and fortunate we are and give some flowers to those that were compassionate enough to help us get here.

LOVE Shorts

💙❤️💚🧡💛💜💙💛❤️💚💜🧡💙💚💜❤️🧡The LOVE I’m acquainted with would never do “drive by judgments” on social media. They’ll park awhile and attempt to understand.

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The LOVE I’ve seen won’t be able to rest if it even thought it offended or hurt someone with their words.

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The LOVE I hear so much about constantly seeks ways to lift others up. It wants to know how it can help.

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The LOVE I’m reminded of knows “flowers” are more relevant to the living rather than the dead.

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The LOVE that delivered me recognizes just saying “I Love You” pale in comparison to showing “they love you”.

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The LOVE considered the interests of others more than themselves.

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The LOVE I’ve personally witnessed loved me without conditions and valued me without limits.

💙❤️💚🧡💛💜💙💛❤️💚💜🧡💙💚💜❤️🧡 The LOVE I hoped to understand never exalts itself above others. It desires to serve, it desires to provide, it desires to give itself.

I only hope I display this love in a fraction of the way it was displayed to me.

Cloudy With A Chance

Everything that will become relevant and lasting starts its journey off small. Whether it was a good or bad thing, it starts off with a seed. Eventually it grows. Maybe it’s a houseplant, or a bush or shrub, or perhaps the largest tree you’ve ever seen. Maybe it doesn’t grow at all. Don’t despise small beginnings. There’s a clear pattern that big things can happen through little items.

Moses’ rod that brings deliverance to a nation.(Exodus 4:1-9)

Samson’s use of a jawbone to kill a thousand Philistines. (Judges 15:14-16)

Five smooth stones in David’s slingshot that leveled the giant Goliath. (1 Samuel 17)

A flask of oil and a handful of meal to sustain a widow through years of famine. (2 Kings 4:1-7)

Five loaves of bread and two fish that feed a multitude. (Matthew 14:13-21)

A mustard seed that becomes the largest tree and shelter for many birds. (Matthew 13:31-32)

The dream, that goal, the hope for a new business, that ministry effort in your community or city. Don’t give up —— Don’t look down on it because it didn’t flourish yet. Don’t stop seeding. Don’t stop watering. Don’t stop believing. Like the rebuilding efforts in Zechariah 1, they failed because of human effort and misplaced faith. These worthy goals just need to be viewed through another set of lens. Maybe a pair not so cloudy.

“Not by might, not by power, but my Spirit says the Lord Almighty.” (Zechariah 4:6)

“….because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4)

Race To The Bottom

Recently, I experienced a situation that I found very unsettling. Not because it was unique but just because it wasn’t and I was surprised I was still so bothered by it. Generally speaking, the scariest “monsters” aren’t the big, scary, hairy ones. It’s the monsters that are more subtle. They look normal. They sound normal. But they have an evil agenda. I can’t think of a scarier monster than racism.

You can wrap it up in a package of comedy and most viewers won’t even be able to recognize it. I’ve heard it from the mouth of my friends as we watched the same program.

“What was wrong with that? It was just a joke. It was funny.”

I spent nearly my entire life enjoying the Little Rascals/Our Gang. Wherever I moved in the U.S., I tried to locate on my cable or satellite channel. Recently, I found a free streaming service that broadcasted it every morning so you could imagine my excitement. The episode was “Big Ears” (1931). One of the characters, Wheezer, was complaining of a really bad stomach ache and he enlisted his friends to help him by finding him some medicine. (Note: Wheezer was only pretending to be sick so that his parents would stop fighting, send him to an orphanage and get a divorce). He laid in bed howling while his friends, most notably Stymie, searched the medicine cabinet for some medicine. Wheezer would never actually take any of the medicine Stymie would find. (Note: Don’t go to Wikipedia to fact check this. They have it totally wrong.) Somehow Stymie did find turpentine (in the medicine cabinet?) but unlike all the other medicines he found, Wheezer thought it would be a good idea for Stymie to try that one.

“It won’t hurt you. You’ll be alright.” he says, as Stymie shrugged his shoulders and ingested a teaspoon full.

Please remember that Wheezer is not really sick so……never mind.

I Corinthians 9:26 “So I run with purpose..”

Children drinking unidentified liquids from the medicine cabinet is a really bad message, even for 1931 but after all the years of watching this and episodes like it, I was bothered by the content. After nearly 50 years of living, this bothered me that day in that moment. What was the message being sent that Stymie, out of all the medicines in the cabinet, should drink the most poisonous one of them all with a spoonful of turpentine? There is historical context from the Civil War regarding turpentine and slavery but I’ll let you dig into that one yourself.

That’s just one example of something I experienced that bothered me that may not even move the needle for you and that’s fine. It made me look even deeper though and I can recollect a lot of episodes of that favorite show that had some seriously offensive overtones. They have message boards and forums that are still talking about these episodes almost 100 years later. That speaks volumes.

The experience I was telling you about earlier was a culmination of a lot of things. Distressing news about local racist activities, threats and intimidation against minority owned businesses, and the tame reactions of people who simply don’t want to discuss this anymore and want us to get over it. My primary reaction is “Are we still doing this?”

I engaged one of my sisters, who was close to one of these situations and we had a long conversation about some of the finer points of the racial climate where we live. I learned something important from having dialogue with her. (Imagine that. If we have dialogue, we learn something about each other.) Until she told me, I had no idea the fears and frustration she had been silently working through. Just like my watching episodes like “Big Ears”, we had been looking at these events playing out in front of us and suppressing our feelings, perhaps for fear that we would offend people we know and like if we openly discussed issues regarding race. Particularly because our friends didn’t look like us so we might assume they didn’t care about what we cared about. That was specifically her fear and if relationships are important to you, that is a real issue. I didn’t share that fear but I certainly shared that frustration.

I’m letting myself off the hook starting today. I should be bothered by it, whether it’s wrapped up in a blanket of comedy, politics, sports, etc. It’s an attack on who I am as a person, my family, my children and grandchildren. My father who served in the military faithfully and his father before him. Racism is an ugly monster. It gets bigger when we feed it. It doesn’t go away just because we ignore it and we don’t “see color.” It doesn’t define the essence of who we are but it greatly affects the world that we live in, at least, temporarily. But I’m refusing to make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation.

I’m going to write. It’s my passion in life and despite what some may want me to say or not say, I have a voice. Doesn’t matter how many people are hearing it, it matters. I don’t post, tweet, or share with the intent to be incendiary. I do, however, hope that my friends and family think competently, dialogue compassionately, and listen actively.

[Editorial note: To my beloved brothers and sisters, no matter what the issue is that you stand up for, I sincerely hope that when you see content that you may not agree with, that you lovingly and compassionately ask why and how, rather than leveling attacks against those you say you care for. Most people may accept criticism and correction better from those that have shown themselves to be consistently kind, compassionate, and open. Kind of like you are more likely to have friends if you are friendly. Know what I mean?]

You said it yourself, “We’re in this thing together!” Right?

Acting Out

You ever asked yourself if you were a hypocrite? I know we believe we know one when we see one but, behind closed doors, or in that private space where no man has gone before, have you asked yourself “Am I a hypocrite?”

We’ll lob that accusation at others with the velocity of a Serena Williams first serve but do we ever look closer to home first? Is it important to you to be authentic? Do you care how others view you and what/who you represent? Are you content to live in the “My parents/God love me just the way I am” bubble and deny the need to make adjustments? Are we afraid of the very idea of doing better and eliminating the excuses (crutches) we’ve leaned on all of our lives?

What is a hypocrite anyway? (Avoid pondering that picture of that person that just jumped into your mind. Let’s focus on the definition first.) A hypocrite (greek) is “an actor, a stage player (as in the theater), an interpreter from underneath”, essentially a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings.”

It is borrowed from the Latin word “hypocrisis”, meaning ‘playing a part on the stage, pretending to be something one is not’. In Ancient Greek theater, actors wore large masks to mark which character they were playing; they literally interpreted the story from underneath their masks. Quite literally, hypocrisy is where profession does not meet practice.

This is commonplace in today’s times and for the most part, we gloss over it as something that every one is doing, diminishing its overall importance. We’ll do better tomorrow….maybe. But tomorrow is not promised and the curtain on this off-Broadway spectacular is sure to close. There won’t be a crowd to offer adulation. No one tossing roses onto the stage to praise your work. It’ll just be you and your Director, assessing your performance. Were you authentic in what you publicly and privately believed or was it just a role you played because you loved the validation of man more than you loved Him?

We can’t afford to play “make-believe” like we were 5 years old. You are a mighty warrior. You are a superhero. You are a princess. But with great power comes great responsibility. A responsibility to believe what you are professing. Integrity is a requirement for your pastor and your president, your parents and your teachers, the people that cut your checks and the people who prepare your food. And most importantly, it’s required of you.

We call him “Lord” but we don’t do what the Lord says (Luke 6:46). We do works in his name, sing songs to Him in worship, and make requests to Him but we deliberately conceal our hearts from His touch. (Matthew 7:21-23, Isaiah 29:13) We want the strong medicine but we don’t want to painful prick of the syringe. We want the success but we don’t want the character building pains of adversity. We want certain benefits but we don’t want the sacrifice. How would that behavior work in a natural relationship if someone you greatly loved pulled that? You’d probably lose your religion just that quick.

“Hypocrisy is the necessary burden of villainy.” – Samuel Johnson

I can give us a truckload of reasons why the monster known as hypocrisy must be fought off at all costs. I can tell you that in your hand is the power to adversely affect and cripple generations after you. I can tell us that we will deprive ourselves the opportunity to have some of the sweetest and most fulfilling relationships we’ll ever experience. But more importantly, this is how we are viewed if we continue on that trajectory..

“They claim to know God, but they deny him by their works. They are detestable, disobedient, and unfit for any good work.” (Titus 1:16 CSB)

Maybe your social media timeline doesn’t reflect that but mines is screaming a numbing, desensitized solo and it doesn’t sound particularly pleasing to the ears.

We get so much bad news and see so much injustice that we have learned to quickly “recover”, meaning we push it deep down in that somewhere and put stuff on top of it.

Then we present ourselves as legitimate businesspersons, building a diverse customer base but then we betray them by supporting anti-human agendas and hate speech. The same money we gain from those loyal customers we will turn around and use to craft a plan to blot out the image of those same loyal customers.

Is it possible to be a holy city when people from diverse backgrounds are still not wanted in positions of leadership in countless religious organizations? Head of maintenance doesn’t count. We say we want multi-cultural, multi-ethnic, multi-racial but do we honestly want that?

Yep, right here in the land of southern hospitality, Charleston, SC in 2020!

That’s just a few examples from my timeline this morning. We are becoming adept at lying to ourselves. Hopefully we can still recognize the truth when we see it.

Whomever invented that childhood saying that “sticks and stones may break our bones but words will never hurt us” flat out lied. Our words still matter.

“But I tell you that men will give an account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.” (Matthew 12:36-37 BSB)

C’mon, let’s just be honest. Look around. We’re not doing great here. We’re often cowardly, fearful, and judgmental. Can we even devote a good 30 minutes to reflect on how we got here? Can we stop blaming others via social media long enough to see how much we actually resemble the objects of our ire? Can we own that we could be consistent in what we say we believe rather than spending all our time railing against what we don’t believe? Can we just admit that we can’t do life by ourselves and we would muck up the works if it was simply left up to us? Someone is always watching and they are learning from us, good or bad.

You ever asked yourself if you were a hypocrite? I know we believe we know one when we see one but, behind closed doors, or in that private space where no man has gone before, have you asked yourself “Am I a hypocrite?”

Must We?

Then Moses and Aaron summoned the people to come and gather at the rock. “Listen, you rebels!” he shouted. “Must we bring you water from this rock?” (Numbers 20:10)

Leaders, leaders, leaders, there it goes and there it went. It happened once again! We believe that the extent of our leadership is wrapped up in our own abilities. I know our jobs and companies we work for teach us that indirectly but in the grand scheme of things, we can’t do anything of significance on our own.

Moses, like most leaders, was faced with a hard headed, faithless people who constantly wanted but rarely gave. He was angry and frustrated that the people he was called to lead just didn’t get it. But in his frustration, he subtly became what he loathed to see in them. He took matters into his own hands and disobeyed God’s very specific instructions. Moses, in that way, was just like the people he was called to help.

Ever been there? This could happen to you as well if we’re not careful. If you concentrate on all the externals like the people and their attitudes, their stubbornness, and their refusal to follow YOUR instructions, you will quickly lose your grip. And therein lies the rub: Your instructions. Your leadership. Your words. But you’d be hard pressed to find one time during this wilderness experience where Moses described these stiff-necked people as his. When he complained to God, they were “his” people. And truthfully, they always were his people. Just like it was his instruction, his words, and his leadership. Moses was just supposed to follow these.

Any leader, especially these kinds, are tasked with leading people from one place or state into another but always keeping theirs and the eyes of the people they lead on the true authority, on the true leader. If we lead in any other way, we’re doing it wrong. We’re not giving the people water from the rock that they may drink. We’re just holding the staff.

Then Moses raised his hand and struck the rock twice with the staff, and water gushed out. So the entire community and their livestock drank their fill. But the LORD said to Moses and Aaron, “Because you did not trust me enough to demonstrate my holiness to the people of Israel, you will not lead them into the land I am giving them!” (Numbers 20:11-12)

For Best Results, Do Not Shake

You are a consumer. You purchase items that are necessary for your household. Do you read every label on every product before you use it, eat it, drink it, or apply it? Sadly, the answer is probably no. I’m not sure anybody does.

Shrug it off as inconsequential but it’s a big deal. Directions on how to install an appliance or assemble a children’s bike are the difference between a hefty repair cost and an injury to your child. Instructions are there for your safety. If you use a product that disclosed on its labeling that using this item will or could cause cancer should give us pause. Should.

Those labels are the ones we’ve learned to avoid paying attention to. We don’t care about allergens and toxins and harmful effects in that moment. We generally get what we think we need and worry about the other stuff later. We’re working and thinking backwards when we do that.

Can I be frank with you today? If reading labels was all this was about, we might end buying less products and spending more money on safer ones. Everyone can’t afford that reality.

My only question to you is do you want the best results in life. Do you want to be successful and effective at what you put your hands to? Do you want to see value in the time you spend doing what you do? Making sound decisions begins with having all the necessary information.

“Suppose one of you wants to build a tower. Won’t you first sit down and estimate the cost to see if you have enough money to complete it? For if you lay the foundation and are not able to finish it, everyone who sees it will ridicule you, saying, ‘This person began to build and wasn’t able to finish.” (Luke 14:28-30)

I am sure you’ve already made the mistakes that you’re living with the consequences of today. I’m sure you wish you did some things differently. Before your new today starts, ask all the right questions, make all the considerations, read the “labels”, follow the instructions, think about all the ramifications before you say “Yes” or “No”, before you take that next step, think, consider, ponder, and pray.

The labels, alerts, and warnings are there for your safety. Ignoring them puts you and others in peril.

You Can’t See What I Can See. You’re Blind, Baby

Today wasn’t good. I’ve seen enough racism in my life to last a lifetime but the dose of reality the past couple of days have been especially gut-wrenching.

I’ve lived in the South for a couple decades now. It’s not difficult to find racist sentiment where I’ve been, from the Capital city even down to sunny Florida. I’ve seen it even back home in different shades. I’ve seen police brutality up close and personal. I’ve felt the force of a policeman’s fists and looked down the barrel of a policeman’s gun. I still see unfair hiring and lending practices. I still see decision-makers who don’t have black and brown people’s best interests at heart. I’ve been let go from jobs in “at will” states because I was too….”urban” or “aggressive”, not a “yes man” or I wasn’t “a good fit”. (In every case, I was the only African American male on staff or in the company. I’m sure that was a coincidence.) The passive aggressive posts on social media (from my real life friends who only revealed how they really felt about black and brown people when something happened in the news nationally) only adds fuel to an already raging inferno.

I don’t know if it’s being self quarantined and having my life stripped down to the bare minimum but I’m tired of this. Scrolling past it or turning the channel is an option. Maybe this’ll never touch your household so you’re not forced to care. Maybe SMH’ing and praying hands emojis are the best you can offer. People in our midst wouldn’t mind an America that is completely homogenous. I don’t have an answer but just a suggestion: Love intentionally. Model it publicly and privately. How would you want to be treated if roles were reversed? What would you want to hear or see from your friend? If you don’t care or this doesn’t affect you, take some needed time to assess why. At the end of the day, this is a human condition and not just “their” issue.

Here are some simple human things we all should be able to do without dying.

Jogging (#AmaudArbery).

Relaxing in our own homes (#BothemSean and #AtatianaJefferson).

Getting help after being in a car crash (#JonathanFerrell and #RenishaMcBride).

Owning a cellphone (#StephonClark).

Leaving a party (#JordanEdwards).

Playing music (#JordanDavis).

Selling CD’s (#AltonSterling).

Sleeping (#AiyanaJones)

Walking home from the corner store (#MikeBrown).

Playing cops and robbers (#TamirRice).

Going to church for bible study (#Charleston9).

Walking home with Skittles (#TrayvonMartin).

Leaving our own bachelor party (#SeanBell).

Celebrating on New Years Eve (#OscarGrant).

Getting traffic ticket (#SandraBland).

Lawfully owning and carrying a weapon (#PhilandoCastile).

Having car problems (#CoreyJones, #TerrenceCrutcher)

Shopping at Walmart (#JohnCrawford) .

Reading a book in your own car (#KeithScott).

Taking a walk with your grandpa (#CliffordGlover).

Decorating for a party (#ClaudeReese).

Ask law enforcement a question (#RandyEvans).

Cash your checks. (#YvonneSmallwood).

Take your wallet out of your pocket. (#AmadouDiallo).

Run away from a threat. (#WalterScott).

Breathe (#EricGarner).

Live (#FreddieGray).

We’re tired. Tired of trying to convince you that black and brown skin is not just cause to die.

To all my forward thinking friends and family, you don’t have to follow me and you definitely don’t have to read, share, or consider this. But every time you read one of my articles or posts, and you enjoy it or are inspired by it, or helped in any way to grow, remember it was written by a human just like you. I have a family. I have goals and dreams. I cry. I suffer loss. I persevere. I bleed. I fear. I hope. I pray. I love. I just happen to have brown skin.

Guitar Licks and Drum Sticks

You ever needed employment and was told “you’re overqualified”?

Qualify means “to fit by training, skill, or ability for a specific purpose, to give license to or endow, to declare competent or adequate.”

If you keep researching that word, you’ll find phrases like “reduce”, or make “less harsh or strict”, or “modify or alter the strength and flavor of”. Listen to that. Hear it well. In the Hebrew language, qualify means “to be made sufficient or to legitimize”.

What are the requirements for qualification? Who sets the standard? Some people will perpetually scratch and claw just to be “seen”. Some people don’t have to break a sweat to earn attention – it’s given simply on the face of who they’re related to, where they went to school, or what they look like. Lowering the bar to get a desired result or ignoring a critical rule isn’t new to any industry or organization. Why? Maybe it’s as simple as a desire to elevate one’s self or one’s agenda over others.

People are dealing with death, anxiety, and depression. If in this dire state, who do you call out to for help? Do you look for someone who has a degree, someone who can play multiple instruments and hold a note, or someone who exhibits wisdom and maturity over time? Some organizations deem qualification as having all three. That’s a peek into a world of belts, keys, and master’s degrees, guitar licks and drum sticks. Skills and talents. Integrity. I hope there’s still room for both.

In Numbers chapter 4, the planning committee for Tabernacle Building Project was underway and the call went out to qualified men within ages thirty to fifty. That’s an interesting age bracket. Why was that? This age group, (in that time maybe more than ours) was expected to exhibit certain traits. The passage never referenced specific skills of craftsmanship or engineering so there had to be something intangible that was expected from these chosen. Maybe consistency, being hard working, faithfulness, and a mature understanding of what was at stake? They were on the verge of building hope for a nation. Would that be trusted to anyone without conditions?

We live our lives trying to make it and when we get an opportunity to, separate ourselves from the rest of the pack…. be higher…. be better….. be more. Sometimes we just want to have a place to settle and be comfortable….. my job….. my office….. my coffee cup. Those chosen men didn’t have the luxury of being comfortable. In fact, they were being called out of their comfort to do a job that was dangerous and glorious at the same time. And their background or prior skills had little to do with their appointment. They were sent to do a work they didn’t fully understand and given instructions when they got there. They had to walk by faith, grow by faith, and live by faith.

At the end of the day, when it’s all said and done, I want to be found faithful and mature, even if man deems me unqualified.

Closer Than A Brother

One with many friends may be harmed, but there is a friend who stays closer than a brother. (Proverbs 18:24 CSB)

Do you have many friends? Whether it’s a politician or some other public figure, having a lot of friends is critical to their success and/or their self esteem. The more friends, the more validation. The more validation, the more comfort. Comfort of that sport can be deadly.

Of course, there’s a contingent out there that think being comfortable should be the goal. Most of your favorite sports stars, entrepreneurs, and moguls would disagree. Why? Two reasons. One, they have to remain focused on the goal to not lose sight of it. And two, be intentional about getting to that goal every day with a relentless approach. What does this have to do with friendship? Everything.

I know someone who thinks friendship isn’t as important as brotherhood. I know someone who thinks they’re similar. Arguably, people who don’t share your blood type can be more “family” than those of your bloodline. I’ve seen this in several memes so it has to be true.

“Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.” (Ecclesiastes 4:9-10)

Additionally, we don’t generally get to choose our family. We do, however, choose our friends. We’re supposed to do good, especially to those of our household (Galatians 6:10) but friendship takes us places familial relationships don’t always venture. I don’t mean just impromptu road trips or other adventures. Friendship is a decision and a condition. We decide this is something we want so we nurture it.

“When David had finished speaking with Saul, Jonathan was bound to David in close friendship, and loved him as much as he loved himself. Saul kept David with him from that day on and did not let him return to his father’s house. Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as much as himself.” (I Samuel 18:1-3)

How do you gauge the value of a brother when you come from a dysfunctional family? If healthy relationships aren’t affirmed and taught, you can be a member of the same family and not value each other as one should. You’ll just see each other at family gatherings or family reunions. And when you leave those gatherings, you probably go spend time with your friends.

Brotherhood is about association, groups, or simply persons of the same mind or in the same profession. In the extremest of examples, fraternities, hate groups, cults use the idea of brotherhood as a weapon or tool to manipulate. Even in some religious circles, if you leave a church, you may not be considered family anymore or, at best, you don’t get invites to the local coffee shop anymore. In familial settings, you have a bond often with expectations of carrying on a legacy, or at least, the family reputation.

If there’s a distinct difference between brotherhood and friendship, there’s an assumption often made that one doesn’t need to be intentionally watered to grow (brotherhood). It just is what you were born into. It is what it is. The other actually requires intentional effort to develop it and build it into something lasting and beautiful. Hmmm.

“As iron sharpens iron, So one man sharpens his friend.” (Proverbs 27:17)

You can try (and we have) but we can’t truly understand authentic friendship without understanding God’s love for us. It is the model, the blueprint, the standard. Being intentional is largely a catchphrase nowadays but if one truly desires authentic relationship, it will take seeds, it will take ground tilling, it will take water, it will take weed pulling, and it will take a lot of sunlight. Just like a healthy friendship, it doesn’t happen by itself.

Sitting in my home and staring out the window, watching the world go by, not being able to truly be a part of it, even without a quarantine or a threatening pandemic. Life is happening. Lives are being lost. There is much uncertainty. It’s hard to not think that world I’m viewing wouldn’t be exponentially better if we were intentional about what we say matters, what we profess to care about. I may not have many but I do have one friend that was intentional about his affection for me. It went far beyond mere words.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13 KJV)

Tell Me Where It Hurts

How are you doing today?

I honestly can’t see the root of your anxiety. I can’t discern the depth of your pain. I don’t know why your relationships end the same way. I can’t say, after decades of your efforts, why things haven’t changed for the better. But I care enough to ask some tough questions.

If you believe social media, there’s plenty who have it all together and have answers for any problem you might have. If you need a good dentist, if you crave Chinese food, if you need to vent about politics, or need relationship or fantasy football advice, we got you. I hope to speak with my pen and write what I’m deeply concerned about. I’m deeply concerned about you. I’m concerned that we can readily raid a supermarket, knowing that our neighbors could end up without. I’m concerned that we give our worship to a Hall of Fame sports figure or our favorite sporting events. I’m concerned that we can so easily forget that U.S. citizens (not some third world country) don’t have clean water (still), the state of our homeless population, and countless little children go to bed hungry every night. I forget it myself and that also concerns me.

But, forgive me, let’s talk about your problems. Do you have enough money? Would you like better relationships with your family? Would life be sweeter if you got that well deserved promotion? What if you were finally debt free? What if your business was more successful? If these all changed for the better, there’s one denominator that remains unchecked: YOU.

Fix every external circumstance you like but, at the end of the day, it’s still you running point. You’re still trying to captain your own ship. Money and success just serve to make you a “bigger – whatever you were” before the money and success came. These things can’t fill the voids and gaps in your heart. They don’t heal what ails you. They’re simply placebos for your spiritual condition. This is the reality for those of us that think we can make ourselves whole.

Now a certain man was there who had an infirmity thirty-eight years. When Jesus saw him lying there, and knew that he already had been in that condition a long time, He said to him, “Do you want to be made well?” (John 5:6)

Jesus asked the man a question that seemed obvious. The man was ill with a condition for nearly 40 years. The question wasn’t stupid. If the man only had faith in himself, that could explain his present state. How many of us are in the same place decades later, despite our best efforts? The man struck with this affliction put his faith in others to help him. He waited years for people to help him. He grew discontent that people didn’t understand. His faith was solely in man. After 38 years, he found himself face to face with an answer greater than what he could locate on his own. It wasn’t a relative or a friend. Because of that encounter, he experienced wholeness and he couldn’t take any of the credit.

During this pandemic, four loved ones departed from this life. They’re now face to face with the same power that healed the crippled man. Like many, who’ve experienced the same, I’m both numb but thoughtful about how we use the years we’re blessed with. So everything we do, every errant word we speak, every public action and private thought, every gift given, every forgiveness, every mercy, everything measured, judged, and accounted for. Tomorrow is not promised. Today seems all too brief. Would you be made whole today?

The Truth About Ramen

*”You can’t handle the truth!”

I don’t know where you found your inspiration to press into this day that we call Today. I am finding mines in a bowl. A bowl of ramen.

All of my college students —- STAND UP! All of my friends that are in the early stages of a career in a new city and don’t have the financial means yet —STAND UP! There is deep history in this bowl of ramen noodles. Many of us have and may still live on ramen. We leaned on what was simplest and most accessible because it was the best we could do. One country sees ramen as the norm that transcends socio-economics. Kings and paupers alike eat it. Another sees it as a meal synonymous with adversity and struggle, or quite simply the economical option.

If honesty is what you crave, here is another heaping bowlful. Ramen is not healthy for us. As a former culinary professional, I have made my own ramen from scratch and have even located healthier brands from smaller, lesser known markets but, on its face, it’s not good for us. One serving provides nearly 1,000 mg of sodium (salt), 27 grams of carbohydrates (the bad kind), over 7 grams of saturated and unsaturated fat, nearly 1 gram of sugar, almost a combined 11% percent of iron and magnesium but no other discernible vitamin benefit and almost no fiber content whatsoever. But it is extremely easy for us to get access to and not to mention its affordability. (You may spend less than $0.30 a pack in most local supermarkets.) Easy to make, affordable, but the cost in the long term may be prohibitive.

I don’t know about you but being self-quarantined has been eye-opening for me personally. I don’t know what the “new normal” will look like but I can tell you unequivocally the old normal just won’t do. I’m not trying to dump all over ramen but there is something to this. Wouldn’t you agree we can easily adopt into practice and make part of our normal things that are, in no way, good for us? Are you seeing them now more than ever since you’ve been in quarantine? When we get hungry or thirsty, we often reach for unhealthy things to satisfy. They’re easier than going to a higher grade of market to find healthy options. They even cost us a little more to eat healthier. Often, it’s a sacrifice we simply refuse to make.

Keep it simple. Keep it drama free. Make it easy. We pray with that mentality. We seek and maintain relationships with that mentality. We live every day within the confining boundaries of that mentality. I’ll go but only so far. I’ll try but only so much. If it hurts, I’ll never do that again. *You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. I loved the taste and I love only needing 3 minutes in the kitchen rather than an hour or longer on my feet but the end result is to my detriment. If it was about ease and comfort alone, the competitors that we watch (and praise) on the diamond, or the hardwood, or the 100 yard football field would never achieve anything worthy of honor. If ease and our comforts are truly the primary goal, why do we actually shed a tear when our favorite team hoist a trophy at the end of the league year? Why do we get so heavily invested? Why do we cheer and rejoice with them, scream and clap our hands, as if we played a part in their triumph? *They use words like “honor”, “code”, and “loyalty”. We use them as a punchline.

Why does it matter? When I have watched my favorite teams hoist trophies (and they have hoisted many), it didn’t make me want to go pick up a baseball or a football as much as it made me want to excel in my vocation or life goal. It made me not want to quit and give up on my dream. It provided a little boost to persevere through the pain and reach that peak.

Why does it matter? *You don’t want the truth because deep down, in places we don’t talk about at parties, we know that we’re living beneath our privileges of what we can do. Because the little that we do simply won’t do. There’s more for us and there is much more in us. We can’t take up residence in a place meant to be temporary. “Ramen” tastes great. Even better when you use the seasoning packet. But ultimately, even if it helped us through some rough times and even if it was the best that we could do while we were living that reality out, it is not a place that we can remain.

Therefore we do not give up. Even though our outer person is being destroyed, our inner person is being renewed day by day. For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory. So we do not focus on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. (2 Corinthians 4:16-18 CSB)

That’s the truth about ramen. And it’s the truth about us too.

Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect. (Romans 12:2 NLT)

(*quotes from the movie “A Few Good Men” – 1992)

You’re Welcome In This Place

Little known fact: my favorite Psalms is Chapter 24. The entire book is poetry in the most beautiful form I have ever seen. Having been immersed in all things literary my entire life, I really appreciate this but I’m obsessed with Chapter 24 more than the rest. It’s one of the shortest chapters so you’d think it lacks detail and depth. Nope.

Psalms 24 paints a vivid picture of the Father’s unconditional love for His children. It also is a great reminder of the “big picture”. If you can receive that picture, it makes everything else possible. I’ll try to competently and clearly (hopefully not clumsily) share three quick points that will help make this picture a little clearer.

“The earth is the LORD’S, and all it contains, The world, and those who dwell in it.” (Psalms 24:1)

This is a sobering reminder for me of a few things. One, He never relinquishes ownership of what He’s created nor His obligaron and commitment to it. He’s never surprised by what we do and what happens in our midst. His eyes are on all that He has made. (2 Chronicles 16:9; Job 34:21; I Peter 3:12) In short, despite how things look to you today, God still in love with and is deeply invested in you.

“Who may ascend into the hill of the LORD?
And who may stand in His holy place? He who has clean hands and a pure heart, Who has not lifted up his soul to falsehood – And has not sworn deceitfully. He shall receive a blessing from the LORD And righteousness from the God of his salvation.” (Psalms 24:3-5 NASB)

Sounds at first like an impossible standard. If we try to do it like “we” do then yes. Even in our best intentions, we fall short and somebody usually gets hurt. Verse 5 is telling me that my righteousness is inadequate and that His is what matters and is key to my salvation. I can’t earn it and I can’t work for it with good deeds and well intentions.

This passage also shows the heart of the worshipper. They get that God is holy and should be approached with respect. In Old Testament times, even when David himself was King, approaching his throne with disrespect could cost you your head literally. Because of Jesus, we can approach with confidence, while maintaining respect and honor for our King. (Hebrews 4:16)

“Lift up your heads, O you gates! And be lifted up, you everlasting doors! And the King of glory shall come in.” (Psalms 24:7 NKJV)

The final point is simple. We are here to shine a light on God. (Matthew 5:14) Daily, we struggle to see the Lord through the lens of our struggles and inadequacies but like our brother, Paul, teaches “in view of the mercies of God, present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable act of worship.”

It’s the least we can do after witnessing and experiencing so great a goodness. The least we can do is honor Him with our lives and daily live with the goal of allowing His Word and His admission into our hearts. The words “gate” and “door” in this passage mean an “opening or entrance way into a city, as in a port or access point). Now we have to ask ourselves if we allow Him into our lives as we would a houseguest that we’ll ask to leave after a few hours. Or are we allowing him to truly be Lord and sit in His rightful place as owner and King. Are you God’s property or do you run the show?

The poet is telling me that we are gates and doors. Whether we’re accepting of the idea or not, the believer may be the only Jesus some people may see. Taking the talk but not walking the walk hurts more than just the talker. It hurts the onlooker as well.

“For the church is Christ’s temple; and every faithful soul is a gate thereof to let Him in, as in Revelation 3:20” [John Trapp]

Gates, lift up your heads! Be lifted up, Everlasting Doors! Someone may need to experience the joy you profess to have. Someone may need to get to the place you say you’ve been. Someone may need to be as free as you claim to be. Open up and let the Lord in. Others may follow you in as well and be made whole.

Southern Hospitality

As you may well know, men generally need time to process things that they are facing so this is late to some of you and right on time to the rest of you. And to blow the lid off another male stereotype, I’m going to share my feelings so I hope this article lands where and how I intended it to.

For the last few years, I have been struggling with a nagging pain in my head. It was only recently that I realized it was because of a consistent banging my head against an invisible wall. I was trying to make a round peg fit into a square hole in certain areas of my life. Sure, I can take a mallet and ram that bad boy in there but it won’t look good and that hole won’t be good for much else afterwards. I’ve done that much to my detriment.

I have a happy, fruitful marriage and a wonderful wife and best friend who is supportive on a level that I have never seen before. Not just in prayer and regarding our faith in Jesus Christ, but also in just listening and consoling me when I emotionally crash under the immense weight that many men carry in this culture. I’m privileged but I was struggling. You ever felt like you were living beneath your privileges? You ever felt like you were just coasting and living an unfulfilled life? I began to make a lot of excuses for things being “good enough”.

After 6 grueling years as a manager with the State Dept, making more money than I have in my professional life, I was still left empty and unfulfilled. I was displeased with the competitive, cut-throat, “corporate” mindset and the “CYA” culture. I changed careers through an opportunity to do industrial recruiting, essentially tasked with helping young (and older) people from the lower to middle class families find sound employment. I got a steady dose of prospective employees who craved a $18/hr lifestyle but had a $7.50/hr work ethic. That was my burden to bear it seemed.

But in my quest to help people, I found myself adopting another “corporate mind” of seeing people as lesser than they are due to their socio-economic status or their stability-challenged upbringing. Corporate, because although it was not explicitly placed in our weekly newsletters, it was implicitly the mind of certain people within our organization. It was not just the mind when I worked for the government or in recruiting, it was the mindset of the city and state that I lived in. I began to be the opposite of the change I wanted to see and I hated it.

The final nail in the coffin was being summarily dismissed from my recruiting job at the height of the Coronavirus pandemic. What was called a layoff was a two fold opportunity. It was a business decision to ensure certain financial considerations were met in the future and a great alibi to achieve certain cultural goals in the office. The writing was on the wall. My manager showed signs of a desire for an all-female workplace. If it was a secret, it wasn’t well-kept. I was the “odd man out” literally and figuratively. It was revealed weeks prior in a brief exchange that I was hired because I “spoke the language” and I was “security” in case there was “a communication problem” with any of the volatile associates. Not conjecture. Facts. I saw it. I heard it. Every week I worked there for six months. I just ignored the chatter because I needed to work. My delusion that things would get better vocationally and emotionally without any change lied in that pine box and this was indeed the final nail. I’m not even bitter. I am ticked off that I was passive when activity was required. But as life will inevitably teach you: timing is everything.

My former employers saw people as numbers to be entered into databases. They saw them as a means to an end. They didn’t care about the people. They didn’t care about the souls. They were disingenuous and pretended to care with a public “bless their hearts” but under the surface was a private “their lives don’t matter – they are replaceable”. I sadly experienced this same mentality in college, at work, and even in the local churches since moving South. 25 years is enough of a sample size to see the writing on that wall. I just couldn’t live with the status quo another day. I tried to exemplify the change I wanted to see. I am not sure I was successful but I had so many overwhelming thoughts that took precedence.

Now I had to think about being out of work during a pandemic. How do I provide for my family? Will we have enough food to eat under a lengthy quarantine? What if I need insurance? Will I have to deplete my savings? Can I buy important items when we really need them? What happens if a member of my household got sick? What do I do if a member of my family out-of-state falls ill? If we’re in hurricane season and have to evacuate, where can we go? Being laid off felt a little malicious (in my opinion), but it allowed me some needed time for reflection. I needed to address the elephant in the room, that invisible wall.

Through much prayer and meditation, I saw the writing on the wall this time. No doubt this time. If I want to change my outcome, I need to change my investments. That even means changing my environment. I’m thankful for every opportunity I was fortunate enough to have the past 24 years. I’ve met the most beautiful woman I have ever known. I have a lovely lineage of children and grandchildren that I would not have had otherwise. I have forged some strong, vital relationships that I cherish and thank the Lord or every day. I’m thankful for every job where I managed people and resources and had access to speak life into the lives of others was a privilege. I am grateful for every situation where I was unduly persecuted or mistreated that made me stronger and forced me to my knees in prayer. I am hopeful that I have learned about myself enough to weather future storms and not be enslaved to past experiences. If I never made a lasting, valuable impact on you as a friend, a family member, or a supporter of Mirror Time, then maybe today will be the first.

Pick up a magazine or look at some media coverage and you will think where you are is the best or worst place on Earth. It’s truly time to turn the page. It’s time to turn the channel. I’ll need to again be the change that I want to see. Thank you for listening and supporting. This is only just the beginning.

#WeAreHuman

The past few weeks, I have invited you along my journey through self-quarantine and along with it, much self reflection. The value of this blog for me, and from what I hear from some of you, is its honesty and its willingness to be open enough to look at ourselves in the mirror and at the end of the day, point to one singular idea: Be the change you want to see.

I’ve been reading a study on the book of Galatians. Even if you’re not acquainted but curious, you will find several relatable themes: Brotherly love, conflicts, fractured relationships, humility and compassion towards others, challenging the status quo, and being authentic in living out what we profess. All issues that are nearly as old as time itself. I’m going to try to capsulize them all in this article so bear with me please.

It’s probably overstated that we are in uncertain times lately. We can’t rely on the local or national news to provide us any level of comfort. Outside of an occasional story about puppies, a child raising money through a lemonade stand, or sports, we are force-fed fear, tension, and threats of disaster. That medium still does what is has historically done: give us what best fits the narrative they want us to accept.

I am convinced, via personal experience, that the Gospel of Jesus Christ is what truly heals what ails us. Seems hokey to some and impossible to others but I don’t trust humans, on our own, to do the right thing. (Jeremiah 17:9 sheds a little light on why I feel that way.) I am convinced that I cannot be my own god and I cannot competently make decisions that affect other people and it turn out well for all parties involved solely based on my own ideas and intellect. You don’t call Mitsubishi to resolve a Chrysler issue. You don’t consult GM to fix an RCA concern. If left to our own devices, we would have obliterated everything we’ve known by now. The world is not being held together by bubble gum and duct tape like some will have you believe. Whether we take stock of it or not, we are covered by grace. Grace that we can’t earn nor do we deserve. I know that I am messed up, despite my few good qualities, so I consult my manufacturer. For me, it’s that simple. Who knows me better than my Maker? (Romans 8:27-32 MSG)

Look no further than your relationships. I have some really great examples in recent friendship circles of people who are celebrating decades of marriage, all with one single commonality: They were not success because of them but in spite of them.

“He or she loved me despite how messed up I was.”

“I didn’t know what a healthy marriage was but now we’re celebrating 40 years of marriage.”

“I’m so grateful to have a best friend that loves me for me.”

Just a few examples that hits close to home but an ever present reminder that we are not successful solely because of our own hard work and effort. We are taught that from childhood so we often transition into thinking that we cannot have salvation and deliverance from life’s stuff unless we make a contribution into the saving process. We think we need to earn our way into being valid and acceptable and worthy. This is anti-Gospel and ineffective. That’s feeding into a void that is un-fillable. Eventually what we rely on (whether it’s our past experience, our degrees, our mentors, or our parents) becomes our master and we, their slave.

There’s nothing more frustrating than investing into something faithfully that you don’t see any fruits in. (I had a mini rant this morning while working in the yard. I have dug up clay, added fresh soil and seeds and grass and after nearly 1.5 years, I still don’t see the result I hoped for by now. Frustrating.) The old saying is “if you don’t learn from history, you’re doomed to repeat it.”

Take a look around. It doesn’t seem as though we are learning from our previous mistakes. Just a question to ponder: How valuable is a good deed from a corrupt source? A guy that takes a selfie of himself giving a homeless person some money is not humility. The camera and the desire to show his IG followers negates the selfless act. The philantropist that gives a sizable donation via check in his name to an organization while doing interviews, telling the world what he’s done is not humility. His name needing to be on the check and his drive to do public interviews negates the compassionate act. If left to our own devices, we will always orient to the part of us that needs glory, the part of us that needs constant validation and acceptance, the part of us that needs to be exalted to feel worthy. That’s part of the human condition and one we can’t ignore.

Some of us think we’re better than others due to our class, our financial portfolio, our cultural background. We think ourselves superior and others expendable. I read an article this morning on a proposal for mass use of an experimental drug – hydroxychloroquine – on those that live in the slums of Mumbai. In my opinion, as much as a cure is needed for the Coronavirus (I’ve lost some loved ones to the Virus), this is not fruit of a magnanimous heart but yet another example of how we view each other as humans. Who we think matter and who we think has lives that don’t matter as much as ours. I’ll eat these words when they start doing experimental testing in places like Scarsdale, NY, Greenwich, CT, Los Altos Hills, CA, etcetera. Hit me up when that happens.

Questioning the motives of others is something I am very well acquainted with. Questioning my own motives and why I support and “like” what I do is a new but necessary experience. Yes, we are human and that has the potential to be beautiful and ugly at given times. It can also be a valid excuse or a crutch for perceived bad behaviors. Yeah, we are definitely human but we desperately need the One that made us human in the first place.

#WeAreHuman #CheckYourselfBeforeYouWreckYourself

A Matter Of Life

Friends, where are you? I don’t mean your geography or your proximity to where I am but where are you from the perspective of what truly matters in this life.

So many of us have closed their eyes to what is happening around us. Real life stuff actually occurring in our midst. Matters of life and death. So many actually enjoy the drama and the chaos. They enjoy targeting and shaming others that don’t rally for their causes, political affiliations, or just don’t meet their moral standard. They’d likely deny it if questioned but their timelines betray them. So many of us honestly don’t care about our fellow humans. They’re in self preservation mode.

I know some of those same, maybe even you, don’t see anything wrong with that. “Your four and no more” is a real sentiment for a lot of people we live amongst. “We got to look out for ourselves” you might add. As much as we can see glimpses of the beautiful aspects of the human experience through generosity and compassion, there are so many instances where we refuse to deprive ourselves of what we believe we must have. If this were a scale, selfishness would outweigh selflessness and it wouldn’t even be close. That’s not limited to my friends. That’s also part of the human experience.

At the end of the day, we fall short of the standard (Romans 3:23). We think of ourselves more highly than we should. (Romans 12:3) And we don’t consider the interests of others above our own. (Philippians 2:3-4) We openly mock what we don’t understand or have even considered. We deny the power of God in our lives and even deny that He exists at all. We even have the audacity to believe that we can live this life without His grace. If left only to the human experience and our own desires, we would’ve obliterated ourselves a long time. Jeremiah 17:9 is quite frankly the reason why. As much as I enjoy some crime dramas, we wouldn’t have any if art didn’t imitate life and that passage wasn’t true.

I see the mockery of the Christian Faith by my friends. I see my Christian friends that mock God by presenting themselves as “good” and “faithful” because they go to church and do good works. I see my friends that don’t know what they believe so they pick a different belief system as it suits their needs that day. I see the friends that only believe in themselves and only trust themselves. They’ll admit their lives are screwed up but they prefer a life without hope rather than the idea of a risen Savior who took away their shame and guilt. Makes for a better Facebook post and more likes I guess. Somewhere in their minds, it’s easier to believe in nothing rather than something because in that is less responsibility. I used to adopt some of that mindset so I recognize it but it’s lazy and selfish at its core.

Are you really willing to trust that your good works and rightness in your own view are enough when you eventually expire? Would you gamble that your soul would be well at the end of your days? (I recently experienced a couple of losses due to sickness and it reminds me of my mortality. And it makes you question if you’re where you need to be when the time comes.) If you don’t believe that God create the heavens and the earth and everything within it (Genesis 1:1, Psalms 24) then you wouldn’t believe that there is hope for you in this life or the next. I sincerely hope that’s not where you are today. You’re not the result of a cosmic collision and you’re not an accident. You were well thought of, created with purpose, and fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalms 139) Even if you don’t see how much you matter in THE world, we have a responsibility in OUR world.

“I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.” (Romans 12:1-2 KJV)

If you know that there is more to life than what you’re experiencing and you want to experience life in a deeper and more meaningful way, please consider accepting Jesus Christ as Lord. I’m not trying to make converts. I just want you to know the joy and hopefulness that I know today. If so, at your leisure, pray this prayer with us: God, I need you. I’m calling out to you today because I’m tired of doing things my way. Help me to live this life like you planned. I ask your forgiveness for my sin and ask Jesus Christ into my heart as Lord and Savior. Help me to love and trust you and see you like never before. Help me to understand your grace and know your peace. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.

It’s not just a prayer. It’s the first step. Please allow one of your trusted Christian friends or even me to help you with the next steps. At the end of the day, it matters and it means everything. I’ve been where you are and I’ve seen both sides. I’m a living witness but I won’t be here to tell you this always.

Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring — what your life will be! For you are like vapor that appears for a little while, then vanishes. (James 4:14)

The “New” Normal

So some semblance of cabin fever has probably set in. In these uncertain times, people are crying out for normalcy. I got to be honest. I choose not to live there but I see a lot of the sentiments on my timeline that I find disturbing.

When you say “normal”, what does that look like? Does it simply mean your kids back in school or day care and your being back to work? These may be examples of first world problems. Despite what makes it onto your timeline, there are some really not-so-good aspects of our normal.

I think this pandemic has been horrible and the amount of lives lost has been epic. It struck my family as I lost a beloved aunt to the virus. Needless to say, my view of being quarantined and my normal coming to a screeching halt isn’t something I take casually. It’s been life changing in several ways. One thing that I believe we can gain from this extended time in timeout is to evaluate our lives and what matters. I personally see a lot of my time was ineffective before social distancing. I didn’t appreciate what I was so fortunate to have. I took a lot of things for granted. A LOT!

I’m all for looking at the bright side of things and I do occasionally stop to smell the roses but “normal” to me isn’t so great that I’m anxious to get back to it. Is your normal that desirable? Does your normal have gender inequality in it? What about systemic racism? How about countries (including the USA) that still have a massive hunger problem? What about sex trafficking? Pollution? Water scarcity? Corruption? Homelessness? I mean, c’mon! There is a lot that shouldn’t be our normal. Yet it is. Guess the next question is do you care. Does any of this stuff matter to you?

First world problems. That’s really an understatement.

I don’t know how you’re handling your self quarantine but I hope self reflection is a part of your time away from your normal. I hope your thoughts aren’t consumed with all the stuff you’re losing. I hope you have some consideration for all the things you have and how fortunate you are to have them. I hope you have interest in others more than yourselves, especially in these times.

We have an opportunity to show the world at large something we’ve rarely done while things were normal. I only hope that when things return to normal, we embrace change, personally, spiritually, and emotionally, so we never again accept a world of diminished voices, consensual silence, and eyes that remain closed to the world’s woes because it’s not our problem. If it affects our nation and our world, it’s everyone’s problem. And everyone’s new normal. Just got to decide if you can live with it.

“Examine yourselves as to whether you are in the faith. Test yourselves.” (2 Corinthians 13:5)

“Search me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and see if there is any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.” (Psalm 139:23)

“Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us work for the good of all, especially for those who belong to the household of faith.” (Galatians 6:10)

Mercy, Mercy Me

“For this reason, the kingdom of heaven can be compared to a king who wanted to settle accounts with his servants. When he began to settle accounts, one who owed ten thousand talents was brought before him. Since he did not have the money to pay it back, his master commanded that he, his wife, his children, and everything he had be sold to pay the debt. At this, the servant fell facedown before him and said, ‘Be patient with me, and I will pay you everything.’ Then the master of that servant had compassion, released him, and forgave him the loan.

That servant went out and found one of his fellow servants who owed him a hundred denarii. He grabbed him, started choking him, and said, ‘Pay what you owe! ’ At this, his fellow servant fell down and began begging him, ‘Be patient with me, and I will pay you back.’ But he wasn’t willing. Instead, he went and threw him into prison until he could pay what was owed.

When the other servants saw what had taken place, they were deeply distressed and went and reported to their master everything that had happened. Then, after he had summoned him, his master said to him, ‘You wicked servant! I forgave you all that debt because you begged me. Shouldn’t you also have had mercy on your fellow servant, as I had mercy on you? ’ And because he was angry, his master handed him over to the jailers to be tortured until he could pay everything that was owed.

So also my heavenly Father will do to you unless every one of you forgives his brother or sister from your heart.” Matthew 18:23-35 (CSB)

Benevolence Kids

My wife and I have been in active ministry for nearly 25 years and during that time, we have experienced “troubles”. Some most people working believe if we told them. It feels like the average Christian’s life is tranquil compared to ours but that’s a story for another day. For a few of those crazy years, we jokingly called ourselves the “Benevolence Kids”. This requires explanation.

Benevolence by definition denotes “a desire to do good will towards others, an act of kindness, charitable acts towards organization and people who need it.” In the context of religious organizations, it seems to be a little different although I’m not sure it should be. In short, it’s no-interest financial assistance administered by a leadership board to assist members in need.

My wife and I always viewed ourselves as generous to a fault. We’ve literally given the shirt off our backs and shoes of our feet and never thought twice about it. We were simply glad that we had something worth giving. I think we always felt that someone else was worse off than us and needed benevolence more so we would avoid asking if possible. I’d like to share a story of what happened on one occasion we decided to lay down our pride and ask for help.

We were living in a moderately priced apartment complex in a rising community. I had a steady job and was making decent money. We were also taking care of three of our six grandchildren off and on during that time. We were also faithful members of a very large church in our city for approximately six years. One Sunday morning, while we were sleeping, there was a frantic banging at our front door.

“Fire! Wake up! Fire! Fire!” someone shouted.

We immediately woke up and raced to the front door. We never saw the man who was yelling “Fire” but many of our neighbors were leaving their apartments. We had time to put on shoes and we hurried out of the apartment. All we could was thick cloud of smoke and fire leaping into the sky. We could hear sounds of glass crackling in the distance. We began to also knock on our neighbors’ doors to make sure they were safely out as our apartment building began to burn. Soon, every one that was home was standing in the parking lot, staring in the sea of fire and smoke. Some were college students that had very little. Some were elderly couples that huddled each other with blank looks on their faces. There were even a couple units where the tenants weren’t home and their homes was badly damaged. We would later discover that one of our neighbors was using his apartment to cook methamphetamines. Had it not been for the unknown man that woke us all up, this could’ve been a far worse story. No one ever located that man by the way. Wifey and I saw him but he disappeared. Crazy, right?

We couldn’t afford a hotel and didn’t have any relatives nearby we could stay with. The Red Cross got involved and offered a short term hotel stay but the food budget was prohibitive to say the least. Nearly all of our clothes and belongings were unsalvageable. We swallowed our pride and formally asked our church of six years for help. We didn’t want to be the “Benevolence Kids” but we were in trouble.

We thought why not ask our church. I mean, that’s what benevolence is for, right? We asked. Request denied. The words that I’ll never forget were more egregious than just a simple “No”. The words “We don’t do outreach at this campus – That’s our other campus.” stung us to our core. Outreach? Other campus? I had four jobs at this campus but my family couldn’t find help in the place we worship and serve? It was difficult to understand. The story is quite a bit longer but I only shared it because I believe it’s a cautionary tale of how we should treat others, especially in times like these.

We are self quarantining and there are a lot of people who are in real need. They need more than toilet paper and hand sanitizer. They need food and they need money to pay bills. I found out a couple days ago that some debtors will not be offering assistance to its customers during this pandemic, unless you’re okay with deferral payments or even a new loan. If you ascribe to Christianity as your faith, you’ll remember that Jesus “broke man made rules” to serve those that needed it. He healed a 38 year sickness on the Sabbath. He healed a deformed hand on the Sabbath. He questioned if a farmer wouldn’t save a farm animal that fell into a ditch. Of course he would. I’d surmise the heart of the rule is the foundation of the problem, even with benevolence and charity in any organization, if it prohibits you from serving someone in legitimate need. Church, if you’re waiting on your advisory boards to give you a a green light to be the Church and do what Jesus modeled, then look no further than that as a primary reason non-believers stay that way. The Pharisees kept people bound. Jesus set people free. Let these passages encourage you. Thanks for listening….

Proverbs 19:17 – “Whoever is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will reward them for what they have done.”

Romans 12:13 – “Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”

Proverbs 3:27 – “Do not withhold good from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to act.”

Philippians 2:4 – “Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.”

Matthew 25:44-45 – “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.'”

Luke 3:10-11 – “‘What should we do then?’ the crowd asked. John answered, ‘Anyone who has two shirts should share with the one who has none, and anyone who has food should do the same.'”

James 2:14-17 – “Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, ‘Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,’ but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead.”

Hebrews 6:10 – “God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.”

Galatians 6:10 – “Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith.”

Games People Play

It’s a commonly held opinion that playing make believe is healthy for a child’s development. It’s also considered a certain path towards empathy in children by “pretending to be another character” and thus walking in another’s shoes.

This is defined as a “state or mind in which you pretend to believe that conditions are real, because that reality would be more pleasant than the actual one.”

Whether you see validity in either view, I think it’s safe to say old habits die hard. I’m not supposed to be offended by what I see on my timeline. I’m supposed to get over it and move on. I’m supposed to be more accepting of every thing no matter what it is. Nope.

This isn’t directed to anyone in particular but there really seems to be a trend with people who pick and choose what parts of Christianity they will accept and which part they’ll discard. I like happy Jesus that feeds the five thousand but I don’t like aggressive Jesus who violently removes money changers from the Lord’s house. I like being given charity from others but I hate tithing. I like hearing prophetic words about money and houses but I hate hearing about personal discipline surrounding pre-marital sex, fasting, and forgiving those that have offended us. This is anti-Gospel.

Anybody that spends even a modicum of time reading and studying their bible can probably tell authentic from casual but what is most concerning is that the bystander who has been force fed religion their whole life may not be able to discern. They might think this casual behavior is acceptable. They may want to follow this. And why not? It seems pretty easy. You can go to church occasionally, get excited when you hear good preaching, be nice to people, and pray from time to time and you’re in! That sounds really simple.

When Jesus remained on a cross that He honestly could have avoided out of love for us, was this what He was thinking about? Did He not exercise His power and call down a legion of angels but endured the harshest of punishments so we can take His name in vain and make a spectacle of His sacrifice?

It’s painfully easy to play church. We’ve been taught “make-believe” since we were little. We’re not saved by good deeds, heart emojis, or posts that demand we say “Amen”. It took the blood. It took divine grace. It took Jesus, spikes, and an old rugged cross.

2 Corinthians 5:21 (CSB) He made the one who did not know sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.

Romans 5:8 (CSB) But God proves his own love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.

1 Peter 2:24-25 (CSB) He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree; so that, having died to sins, we might live for righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. For you were like sheep going astray, but you have now returned to the Shepherd and Overseer of your souls.

1 Peter 3:18 (CSB) For Christ also suffered for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring you to God. He was put to death in the flesh but made alive by the Spirit…

Matthew 15:8-11 (CSB) This people honors me with their lips, but their heart is far from me. They worship me in vain, teaching as doctrines human commands.” Summoning the crowd, he told them, “Listen and understand: “It’s not what goes into the mouth that defiles a person, but what comes out of the mouth — this defiles a person.”

Matthew 15:18-19 (CSB) “But what comes out of the mouth comes from the heart, and this defiles a person. For from the heart come evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, sexual immoralities, thefts, false testimonies, slander.”

Titus 3:4-5 (CSB) But when the kindness of God our Savior and his love for mankind appeared, he saved us –not by works of righteousness that we had done, but according to his mercy — through the washing of regeneration and renewal by the Holy Spirit.

Ephesians 2:3-5 (CSB) We too all previously lived among them in our fleshly desires, carrying out the inclinations of our flesh and thoughts, and we were by nature children under wrath as the others were also. But God, who is rich in mercy, because of his great love that he had for us, made us alive with Christ even though we were dead in trespasses. You are saved by grace!

Don’t You Forget About Me

“But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison.”

“The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him.”

“When two full years had passed, Pharaoh had a dream: He was standing by the Nile, when out of the river there came up seven cows, sleek and fat, and they grazed among the reeds. After them, seven other cows, ugly and gaunt, came up out of the Nile and stood beside those on the riverbank. And the cows that were ugly and gaunt ate up the seven sleek, fat cows. Then Pharaoh woke up. He fell asleep again and had a second dream: Seven heads of grain, healthy and good, were growing on a single stalk. After them, seven other heads of grain sprouted—thin and scorched by the east wind. The thin heads of grain swallowed up the seven healthy, full heads. Then Pharaoh woke up; it had been a dream. In the morning his mind was troubled, so he sent for all the magicians and wise men of Egypt. Pharaoh told them his dreams, but no one could interpret them for him.

Then the chief cupbearer said to Pharaoh, “Today I am reminded of my shortcomings. Pharaoh was once angry with his servants, and he imprisoned me and the chief baker in the house of the captain of the guard. Each of us had a dream the same night, and each dream had a meaning of its own. Now a young Hebrew was there with us, a servant of the captain of the guard. We told him our dreams, and he interpreted them for us, giving each man the interpretation of his dream. And things turned out exactly as he interpreted them to us: I was restored to my position, and the other man was impaled.”

So Pharaoh sent for Joseph, and he was quickly brought from the dungeon. When he had shaved and changed his clothes, he came before Pharaoh.”

(Gen 40:14,23; Gen 41:1-14)

Little Children

There’s an old saying that is still used today. If you want to know what a person worships, look at their check book. I’m sure if we look hard enough, we can find other identifiers. But what are we exactly hoping to identify?

Rather than point the finger at you, I’ll do what is the entire premise of “Mirror Time with Mr. Yu” and point a finger at myself. Although I have taught teaching series on the topic and learned from great teachers who have leaned into this same topic, idolatry is still as pervasive and subtle as ever in incorporating itself into our lives. Or do we knowingly weave this dangerous behavior into our own lives? Tomato. Tom-ah-to.

We have enough basis in the Scriptures and practical examples for why idolatry is deadly to a society and catastrophic to any authentic attempts at relationship with God or with man.

I Samuel 15:23 says that rebellion is equal to witchcraft and stubbornness is on the same level as idolatry. For this reason, even a king was stripped of his throne.

Galatians 5:19 notes idolatry as a “work of the flesh”, which also includes sexual immorality, filthy thoughts, jealousy, drunkenness, and rage. It was noted plainly in this same text that those that practice or do not avoid these works cannot inherit the kingdom of God.

Colossians 3:5 advises the reader to put to death greed and lust, which are idolatrous and a worship of the things of this world.

So what exactly is idolatry? Idolatry is defined as “the worship of idols, images, or any thing made by hands, or anything which is not God; excessive attachment to any thing, that borders on adoration.”

So this behavior could apply to: Our cars, trucks, flower gardens, home projects, cell phones and tablets, furniture, computer technology, big screen televisions, jobs, money, future plans, our gifts and abilities, our spouses, and even our children. Yep. These are real things. We often make idols of any and every.

Much to my chagrin, most recent Apple devices have a new feature called “Screen Time”. It essentially gives you a daily or weekly report of how many hours and minutes you were actually on your phone. I prided myself on how much better I was at putting my phone down and living my life outside of it. That is, until I got a report during one of those weeks that I thought I was doing so great. More than a fourth of my day was spent on my device. I was incredulous. I don’t normally scroll my timelines. I’m a writer so I am constantly scribing from up to three different devices at a time but that couldn’t account for this many hours. How did this happen? How did I lose so much time? It was so subtle (there’s that word again) that I didn’t even know it. It crept into my every day and made a home in my life, stealing my time away from more weightier matters like a parasite, siphoning and stealing, looming larger and larger with each day. I may have gained more information but I definitely lost something in this less than equitable exchange.

“Excessive.”

“Attachment.”

I had made my cell phone an idol. At least, the Children of Israel knew what they were making when they took all of the people’s gold jewelry to make a golden calf. They had a plan that, in their minds, validated a sacred cow that couldn’t provide wisdom or insight or even speak into their lives but was a great idea for corporate worship!

I spent more time staring at my screen than I did at my Bible or at my wife or necessary issues that I put off. With little warning, I had made a golden calf that can talk back to you, answer questions, allow me to reach my family members all over the world, give me access to making new friends, give me current events globally, remind me of my travel points and cheap deals on flight tickets, and give me up to date stats on my fantasy football teams. The Children of Israel would probably call this an upgrade. Spiritually, it takes us further away from God and the relationships we should be prioritizing.

If you were a Honda product and you were dealing with malfunctions, you would not call Mitsubishi. If you were a Vizio with resolution issues, you would not consult RCA. Idolatry is a very deadly problem! One only our manufacturer can help us with! When the writer made it clear to address his audience as “little children”, please note for the record that he was talking to adults. But these adults, although exposed to enough teaching and wisdom to make sound decisions, did the contrary and adopted idolatry and false doctrine instead. This consistent approach by the writer to his audience underscores the audience’s need for maturity in practice.

Little children put harmful things into their mouths. Little children touch objects that are dangerous. Little children venture into places that are unsafe. Physically, you may not see yourself as a little child but looking into the great expanse of the universe, with all its wisdom and mysteries, even with your scientific theorizing, we are all as a little child. There is so much we don’t know and so much we have yet to understand. We can read and study and engross ourselves in ours or someone else’s experiences but we still know so little. Sometimes we feel lost, helpless, and alone, and in need of guidance. We desperately need a Savior because we are lost without Him.

In our foolish hearts, we may think ourselves “just fine” with what we know and perhaps enjoy a blissful ignorance to what we don’t. We’ll one day be faced with the consequences of our choices. Little children don’t know how to choose wisely. Little children need mature leadership or they remain as children mentally, spiritually, and emotionally despite their natural years.

In the broadest sense, none of us are exempt. If we don’t take authority over these harmful behaviors, these things will take authority over us.

“Little children, stay away from idols.” (I John 5:21)

We Are Not Forgotten

Eleven game-changing verses for those that rose up this morning confident that they are blessed and for those who could use a loving reminder that God keeps His promises and He is faithful to a fault.

Verse 10 grabbed me this morning and shook off any residue of the funk I could have been in. It says “For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which you have showed toward his name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister.”

He is fully aware of the work you did for His name and the ministry in the past, even if you felt like no one on ground level noticed or even cared. He is equally aware of what you are currently doing which may not garner much support or consideration. He remembers these just like He remembers the promises He made to Abraham thousands upon thousands of years ago. He remembers the childhood prayers of the little girl at her bedside that wanted to cure cancer and feed all the hungry people in the world. He remembers the prayers and thoughts of the young man who to be a doctor so he could help sick people. He remembers!

The passage implies that it would be unjust or unrighteous of Him to forget all that you have done. Made me immediately think how we look when we forget all that He has done for us or even to a smaller degree, all the things others have done for us that slip our mind. Hmm.

This passage brought me back to a stark reality. I am nervous about finally having the support and accountability after 21 years to walk in the calling God has ordained and to remember what I prayed back when no one would even give me the opportunity or were incapable of seeing what the Father was doing in me. Quite frankly, like David somewhat, I was only fit to stay in the field and clean sheep dung because I was too urban or just too brown or I was not in the right clique and not having coffee with the right people or I just didn’t teach what they wanted me to teach the way they wanted it taught.

I was forgotten by men and maybe you are too but isn’t it good to know that God has not forgotten us? REAL GOOD!!! He remembered so many of my prayers on so many levels. I’m positive that He remembers yours as well. I got blessed today. I hope it does the same for you, my friends.
(Hebrews 6:1-11)

End Of The Road

My wife told a joke today. It wasn’t her intention and I didn’t laugh.

She said she heard multiple reports of people vowing to change their lives after the specter of the Coronavirus passes. (Needle approaching bubble in 5…..4…..3……2……) Skeptically, I view vows like these as no different than the annual New Year’s resolution. Those typically lose their steam in less than 3 months. To be fair, I have had earth shattering circumstances in my life that have forced me to make wholesale changes to my eating habits, health goals, finances, and relationship circles so I will attest it is possible.

If a goal is to travel more because it hasn’t been an option for you in about three months (even if you weren’t planning to any way), then these are the kind of reasons the skeptic rears his ugly head. If a goal is to invest more in relationships and being more “human” towards others, this is the kind of reason that keeps the skeptic in me at bay. We all need goals, right?

Solomon wrote in Ecclesiastes 7:8 that the “ending of a thing is better than the beginning of it”. We can’t generally discern how something will end based solely on how it began. I was born and reared in a place that I, by all accounts, should never have survived. That example, just like major events happening in our world today, are stark reminders of how limited our understanding of what God is doing in our lives. We are being taught to never despite the “small beginnings”. I am a very fallible man but blessed beyond any measure I could have determined or planned for myself. I never saw this coming and I don’t deserve any of it. I’m just a grateful recipient of a grace I daily struggle to understand.

I’m in the latter aspects of a season where I’m face to face with some “small” endings. I am surrounded with perspective because I chose the microscope over my natural sight. I wanted to understand the “why”. If we consider this seriously, we’ll know it to be true in our own lives. Perspective is only limited by where we are standing and the direction and angle we view a thing. Someone could be standing yards away or from a higher vantage point and see the same thing just differently.

One of the most earth shattering moments came this year when I nearly died on my living room floor. By all accounts, I was supposed to be a goner. The cause was a combination of things but my blood pressure shot to a very dangerous place as I was battling what was deemed a minor illness. Once I recovered, I didn’t make a lot of broad proclamations but I needed a mirror check in the worst way. Every job I sought, every place I lived, every hobby I invested time into, and every person I invited into my life was to fulfill my view of what I thought my life was supposed to be. When I realized my view was warped and only satisfied my selfish goals, everything changed.

I no longer desire my own will. I don’t want the positions and I don’t want the comforts of a cushy life. I don’t want friends that stay because of what I can do for them. I don’t want status as a VIP or a dignitary with clout and influence. I want to use the little influence I have to make a difference that lasts.

It’s been said that the definition of insanity is to do the same things over and over with expectation of a different result. It’s a wise person that knows when you’ve done all you can do and when you’ve been ineffective on the path you’ve been traveling. It’s an even wiser person that recognizes when their inability to flourish is because we’ve had our eyes on the wrong prize.

It’s going to happen to us all at some point. The end of the road is not far from us all.

“Look at how great a love the Father has given us that we should be called God’s children. And we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it didn’t know Him. Dear friends, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet been revealed. We know that when He appears, we will be like Him because we will see Him as He is.” (I John 3:1-2 HCSB)

No Ways Tired

Have you ever felt like no matter how much you have done for others, it was never enough to meet the standard? Ever got the impression that the bar keeps getting raised the higher you jump or the target keeps moving the closer you get to it? Do you wonder if you’re just being taken for granted?

That’s the story of everyone at some time in their life, professional, personally, and otherwise. There’s no crime in just being sick and tired of being sick and tired. The crime isn’t being “there”. The crime is staying “there”. An old mentor of mines said one of the most powerful things I have ever heard.

“Don’t make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation.”

If you looked at an object in the sky with your natural eye, you see it with a limited view and you miss the details. Add a high intensity microscope and you instantly gain more context. You also gain perspective. Every thing we go through isn’t always about us. They affect others in so many cases. Look further than the news to get the revelation that a lot of people don’t care about “the” world – they just care about “their” world. It’s a dangerous mindset that can leave to destruction on every front. Big companies and corporations make high level decisions from the confines of a board room without understanding or compassion for the ground level impact to others who do the work. (That’s how my morning started today at least.) Yes, fam, it is still happening.

Ever seen a child sit on the floor for several minutes trying to force a square yellow peg into a round hole? After enough time passes, it becomes concerning. We rejoice with them when they inevitably realize that the peg in their hand looks like the square hole on the board and successfully place it. (True story) What’s concerning is an adult that takes a mallet to the peg, jamming, forcing, and wedging it in the incorrect place to ensure that their vision comes to pass, no matter how misshapen and out of place it may be. Just get it done, right? That’s also happening, folks.

Raise your hands if you’re not fatigued just a little. People are just flat out tired. Tired of people lying. Tired of false promises. Tired of leaders too proud and arrogant to admit their mistakes and adjust. Tired of good ideas getting stomped on while bad ideas rise to the forefront. Tired of big business crushing the little people. Tired of the 20% doing 80% of the work. Tired of the child with a mallet trying to pound that defenseless square peg into a round hole. Just tired of being sick and tired.

I don’t know about you but I know we can’t run from every uncomfortable scenario but we do owe it to ourselves to not a life of grief because we let our better judgment wither and die. We can’t allow our “consciences to be seared”, or in short, we can’t get numb to what is right.

When the Prophet wrote this, he was actually talking about the people who knew God. That’s sobering.

“Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!” (Isaiah 5:20 NIV)

Those that don’t know the goodness of Jesus like you do and have never witnessed His miraculous works or known the sweetness of His presence may reject you and disparage you but they’re still watching you. Maybe deep down they hope that they’re wrong and you were right all along. Perhaps they want to believe that God is real and the Gospel is legit. There’s a chance the only Jesus they get to experience is reflected out of the confines of your God-chasing, holy aspired lifestyle. You might be the only Jesus they see. Think that’s sobering too.

I see it on social media. You’re too busy to do kingdom business right now. You need to attend to your household and your family right now. Once everything gets back to normal, you can get back on this Gospel thing and start working and serving again. Jesus heard that once from a fellow that thought kinda like that. See Luke 9:57-62 for His response.

Starting to really believe we think this life is owned. We are simply managers of a privilege given to us.

Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.”As it is, you boast in your arrogant schemes. All such boasting is evil. If anyone, then, knows the good they ought to do and doesn’t do it, it is sin for them. (James 4:13-17 NIV)

I pray you don’t get weary of doing the right thing. If we know better then we should do better.

Don’t Touch Me

We are in a pandemic. To the degree that some countries have initiated a lockdown of sorts, where quarantines are mandatory. Organizations are ceasing to meet and people are connecting remotely, rather than face to face and in person. Now we’re picking up telephones to call loved ones or saying hello through a computer screen. That’s the season we find ourselves in.

While the world around us changes rapidly and life, as we have become accustomed to, has become somewhat unrecognizable, we are forced to look at those lives a little more intently. And you know what? I think that makes many of us afraid.

Matter of factly, I believe that the prospect of looking face to face at that truth is too much to handle. Whether it’s another article, social media posts, or just chats with friends, I’m hearing the “struggle” of not being able to do what we do normally. We can’t listen to or watch sports. We can’t hang out at restaurants, sports bars, shopping malls, or even the movie theater. We’re being inconvenienced in the mind of many. We’re facing an invisible enemy and I’m not talking about a certain virus.

Although perhaps it’s an unintended consequence, but we now have to look at the layers of what we called “life as normal”. We invested hours and hours of energy and effort into things that we may not be able to do for the foreseeable future. We have to look at what we have, in many ways, built. Perhaps it’s even a fortress that we often hide behind. How profitable is that “life” we’ve forged for ourselves? Does the losses that we’re mourning now matter like we thought?

Sometimes we don’t even see what we are building in life until it either comes tumbling down or we are forced to look at it with a level of perspective. Until either event occurs, we just keep adding brick by brick. Nobody wants to be forced to embrace change. I’m thinking this is one of those times where change is touching us whether we like it or not.

“Our suffering is light and temporary and is producing for us an eternal glory that is greater than anything we can imagine. We don’t look for things that can be seen but for things that can’t be seen. Things that can be seen are only temporary. But things that can’t be seen last forever.” (2 Corinthians 4:17-18 GW)

Small World Problems

If I asked ten of the closest people to me if they were teachers, more than half of them will say “No” but all ten of them teach others directly or indirectly. We teach those closest to us how we adjust to adversity. We teach them how much we believe what we profess. We teach by our example.

Take a stroll through the timeline of your friends and those close to you. What do you see when you scale through every post and retweet? People we thought we knew well speaking unspeakable things. Family members showing a side of them you never noticed at the family reunions. People you thought had a heart of gold showed a different type of heart when they rant about the latest politics of the day.

While we litter our timelines with junk, rhetoric, our a daily dose of vitriol, there are people around us and around the world with real problems. Problems we either don’t see or we simply don’t care about. I won’t bore you by listing them all. You don’t have to dig deep to see what’s happening in the world.

Airstrikes, obesity, scarcity of clean drinking water, ocean conservation, human rights, violent protests, foreign policy, undernourishment and malnutrition, epic growth in sex trafficking, population control in some countries, poverty, and perhaps the worst infestation we’ve seen in half a century. The list of global issues goes on and on.

Even if these issues don’t touch your individual households so you don’t care much about them, can we agree, at least, that what we complain, post, and share pale in comparison to these issues? Fair to say that we’ve been a bit distracted and self absorbed? Can we be honest enough to admit that we might be exhibiting the worst side of our humanness?

The hearts that help to produce the most good are those compassionate to not only the world they live in but the world at large also. Is that what someone sees when they look at our feelings typed on webpages with emojis and memes?

It’s nice to have the privilege of having first world problems. Perhaps we shouldn’t abuse the privilege.

Take Our Balls And Go Home

I don’t have any new commentary on all of the dramatic and fast moving changes regarding the Coronavirus. Safety and wisdom are being stressed on an epic level. There’s a lot to think about regarding commerce, or personal finances, health and wellness, and the potential impact on things that we love and care about. I asked a question on social media that I thought was one of the biggest questions I’ve ever posed in that medium. Big for me and big for so many others. If we had to live without sports, how would our lives be different?

If you have loved your entire life without sports, the impact would be minimal. You didn’t have it do you wouldn’t miss it. But to the millions upon millions who were born and reared with professional sports in the background of their lives, their prized childhood memories, and even their vocation, it means a lot more than a minor inconvenience. Perhaps much more.

There’s a current string of postponements and cancellations of sports seasons and potentially more to come as the weeks progress. How do you feel about those? Does it impact you in a way you didn’t expect? Is the prospect of no professional sports causing you to spin out? Does your life seem less exciting or vital when the normally constant presence of sports is no longer available? I can’t imagine how many thoughts are running through your heads. I know how many are running through mines.

The absence of professional, collegiate, and intramural sports has a financial impact but it also has an emotional component. How do you replace something that has been a staple in your life for decades? Is that even possible?

Please share your thoughts and concerns. Let’s discuss.

IWD 2020

March 8 is International Women’s Day. Because I don’t use a steady dose of social media, I wanted to use this small platform in Mirror Time With Mr. Yu to celebrate the women in our world and in mines. You’ve done so much for me personally and professionally but you have helped shape this world and quite frankly, you’ve made it better for many. So here goes…..,,

Just for context, and for those unfamiliar with this very important day, International Women’s Day is a “a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural and political achievements of women. The day also marks a call to action for accelerating women’s equality,” according to the official website for IWD.

I wanted to say “Thank you” to my mother, who went to school and worked full time to make sure we had food on the table and a roof over our heads. We were smack dab in the middle of the ghetto but it often didn’t feel like it. I’m a better man and husband because of your influence and example. I love and appreciate you, Mom.

Thank you, Grandma. You’re in a better place now but I’m so grateful that you inundated Heaven with your prayers for me when I was out there buckwild and doing what I wanted to do. I’m sitting where I am because of God’s Grace and March but your prayers propelled me here. I’m living proof that prayers work! I love you Gran!

Thank you to my dearly departed Aunt Robin (a.k.a. Muk). Even when I was lured by the streets to go another direction, you didn’t let your nephew go too far before you snatched my collar and set me straight. You let me see what family and a strong support system looked like when it was scarce in our world. I miss your laugh. I miss you stealing bites of my food. I miss your hugs. I miss everything about you! I really hope I see your beautiful face again! I love you!

Thank you to my little sister, Amina (a.k.a. Half Pint). As much as you looked up to me, you’re doing something now that I’ve struggled with doing most of my adult life: Be consistent and ambitious and live passionately. You know what you want to do in life and you’re chasing it. I don’t know the end of your quest but I’m so proud of and in awe of you for doing what you do with the intensity in which you do it. You’re a mother, a devoted daughter, and an entrepreneur. From what I can see, you’re a devoted friend as well. You’re killing it and your big brother could learn from you. Thank you for being you and for encouraging me. I love you very much!

Thank you to my beautiful wife, my best friend, my confidant, and my sister in Christ. Woman, there’s not enough space to tell the world how much you mean to me. You’ve helped me grow as a man. You’ve helped me see that my scars aren’t ugly and I’m not deformed. You helped me see through your life what being devoted to Christ can be like. You’re inspired me to dream bigger and you’ve encouraged me to live out loud. This lesson is still the toughest but your daily teaching me that I have so much more to offer than what I see. People diminish and limit me and try to put me in a box and view me as “unworthy” and “not fit”. Sometimes I even do the same to myself but you always remind me that I’m special, valid, and you never hesitate to get me to look back at every disciple, every teaching, every sermon, every gift, every victory, and every answered prayer. Just when I think I should give up and quit, you take my hand and help me refocus on what matters. Even greater than all of these things, you’ve taught me the most valuable lesson I may ever learn. You taught me how to love. I never imagined I’d be married for nearly 24 years but I am and to the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met in half a century. I’m blessed and very fortunate. I love you to life, baby!

Lastly, I’d like to give love and appreciation to my daughters, sister, my granddaughters, my cousins, my nieces, my aunts, my God-sisters, sisters in Christ, sisters in laws, and friends. If you have ever cared about me, have prayed the Lord’s will for my life, have been supportive of me in any way, or we just didn’t see eye to eye, you’ve contributed something meaningful to my life and who I have become today. I’ll never discount your impact on my personal and spiritual growth. Thank you so much for the journey! I still love you too.

“A successful woman is one who can build a firm foundation with the bricks others have thrown at her.” –Unknown

“Real queens fix each other’s crowns.” –Unknown

“No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” –Eleanor Roosevelt

“A strong woman stands up for herself. A stronger woman stands up for everyone else.” –Unknown

“Know what your worth is and then add tax to that amount.” –Unknown

“She never seemed shattered to me; she was a breathtaking mosaic of battles she’s won.” –Matt Baker

#PlantLife

Don’t look now but your prayer plant may be dying.

Prayer plants, or “Maranta leuconeura” is a species of flowering plant that is native to the Brazilian tropical forests. Because these perennials are known to be in rain forests, they prefer indirect sunlight and humid conditions. The leaves have a habit of lying flat during the day, and folding in an erect position at night as if in prayer, which is how these plant types get their name. These plants have a rhythm. That might be the most interesting part.

It’s so weird to sit in my living room, watching a TV program with my family and hear the subtle rustling of the leaves and turn to see them slowly elevate and rise up. It’s like they’re alive because they are alive. It’s awe inspiring.

Even if you don’t ascribe to the idea of prayer, I’d like you to view this article with an open mind. You may have seen people with no deep roots in faith or simply religious folks taking the idea of prayer for granted or treating the discipline of prayer with a casual disdain. If so, I honestly can’t blame you for questioning if it’s effective.

Like many, I grew up in similar cultures where prayer meant asking God for stuff and waiting to get it. I’d even venture to say it’s why adopting the idea of Santa Claus is so simple. We make a list and expect what we asked for. I’d like to offer a different alternative.

Prayer is a channel of communication that is found in relationship, as in loving, active relationship. But what kind of relationship and with whom? This conduit is here for some primary reasons that I’ll leave with you to ponder.

1. The Creator wants to connect with His creation but we need to make some life adjustments. (Luke 18:13-14; James 5:16; I John 1:9; Mark 11:25; Proverbs 15:8; Psalms 66:18)

2. Prayers are not answered because of our goodness or the words we say but the content of our hearts and what/why we ask. (James 4:3; Job 42:10; Psalms 102:17; I John 5:14; Daniel 9:18)

3. Prayer should be part of our daily lifestyle and not something we default to when in trouble. (Luke 5:16; Matthew 6:5-15; I Thessalonians 5:16-18; Philippians 4:6)

Like that prayer plant, we need to develop a consistent rhythm of prayer. Not just to ask for selfish things but not much different than you and your spouse at the dinner table, or you and your family in the family room. You talk and then you listen. You humble yourself when you discover you’re wrong and you don’t have all the answers. Prayer shouldn’t be an information transfer but it’s about humility and acknowledgment that we need a peace and patience we don’t have on our own.

The Storm’s My Fault!?!?

Ever read passages in the Bible and shake your head because you would never do (blank) if roles were reversed?

Ever sat back and thought that you might do the same or worse if left to your own devices because you remember where you came from?

Therein lies the difference between a wise person and a foolish person.

One of the biggest issues in the global discussion of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, salvation, or the idea of common grace is that we tend to, due to a innate carnal nature, to over-inflate ourselves and view ourselves through a warped lens of self-righteousness and ego. We see ourselves more highly than we ought to. Thankfully, we can’t take credit for how blessed and fortunate we are. We’re living in a grace we clearly don’t deserve. I thought I was a pretty decent guy growing up but when left to my own devices, I royally screwed up my life and the life of those around me. I can own that. Let’s talk about a gentleman that had the privilege to, like you perhaps, lead others by example.

The word of the Lord came to Jonah son of Amittai:  “Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come up before me.”

But Jonah ran away from the Lord and headed for Tarshish. He went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord. (Jonah 1:1-2)

Instead of going 250 miles, he went over 600 miles instead, in an attempt to avoid his responsibility. The children of Israel set out on a 11 day journey through the wilderness and ended up witnessing generations perish there during a 40 year period instead. Sin has the propensity to take you further back when obedience to the Lord seeks to take you forward. As hard as the request can often be, it is ultimately easier to say “Yes” to the Lord and say “No” to what makes us comfortable.

Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. All the sailors were afraid and each cried out to his own god. And they threw the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship.

Then the sailors said to each other, “Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity.” They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah. So they asked him, “Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What kind of work do you do? Where do you come from? What is your country? From what people are you?”

He answered, “I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the dry land.” (Jonah 1:4-5, 7-9)

I know this is hard for many of us to believe but we are not just simply “living our best lives”. What we do affects others. Every decision we make affects someone else. It is a subtle lesson that we, as humans, forget in our quest to do our own things and make ourselves happy. Whether it’s a family member, a friend, a fellow driver on the interstate, or someone standing a few feet away from you, what we decide without thoughtfulness and wisdom can have a deleterious impact on others. And to add more fuel to the fire, someone is very likely watching and emulating you and hoping that you are “for real” in what you profess to believe. It could be the difference between them staying in a place of deliverance or going back to their “Egypt”.

This terrified them and they asked, “What have you done?” (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.) The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, “What should we do to you to make the sea calm down for us?”

“Pick me up and throw me into the sea,” he replied, “and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon you.” (Jonah 1:10-12)

I can’t say I know for sure why Jonah so quickly became a source of wisdom for the entire crew of this ship but he did. It’s likely because the reputation of the one he was running from preceded him. Jonah may not have wanted to admit it or take the responsibilities that came with it but he had answers for those that were seeking with questions. Oh, that’ll preach.

Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not, for the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried out to the Lord, “Please, Lord, do not let us die for taking this man’s life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, Lord, have done as you pleased.” Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging sea grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sacrifice to the Lord and made vows to him. (Jonah 1:13-16)

The mariners’ response to Jonah’s advice was interesting. They, like we often do, get the advice we ask for and still try to “fix” matters on our own. Once that became clearly futile, they cried out to the Lord (Man, that is powerful!). This reaction by the mariners was a stark departure from their reaction in the fourth and fifth verses. This was a total gear-shift from the gods they relied on in the past. This time, they turned to the one they called “Lord” and humbled themselves. When they removed Jonah from the boat, their reaction was one of awe, fear and even worship. Still think our lives don’t affect other people?

The fool instantly thinks the “storm” is happening because they are so blessed and powerful that the devil is after them. FOOL-ishness. The wise are smart enough to never discount the possibility that the “storm” might indirectly be their fault so they humble themselves and make adjustments. Go back to the place where you disobeyed the Lord and follow that instruction. Your refusal to do that can cause major problems for those around you. Conversely, your obedience can benefit those around you as well.

Follow The Leader

Remember the childhood game “Follow The Leader”. The leader stands at the head of the line and all the children line up behind them. The leader does something, a frenetic action or motion, like flailing his arms, jumping up and down in a circle, or scratching their heads. All the children behind him must mimic the leader’s exact action and not lag behind or they’re removed from the game. I shudder to think what would happen in the 2020 version of this childhood favorite.

So, guess what I saw today? Guess what I saw for the past four weeks? A clue could be found in the featured image in this article. I take the same commute every day, most likely at or near the same time every day for months. Know what I see more than I have ever seen in ever? Yeah. That. Kansas City Chiefs flags. Kansas City Chiefs bumper stickers. Kansas City Chiefs decals. Etcétera. My sports loving fans may disagree but I believe I didn’t miss them all these weeks and months. They weren’t there until recently.

We call them “bandwagon riders“. These fans may have liked the Chiefs for years but they may not have loved and supported them to this degree until this team won the Super Bowl. Most diehard sports fans frown on this behavior. We joke about it on social media and at the water cooler but there’s a problem here.

There’s something disturbing about the “super-fan” who you didn’t know was a super-fan until they do something noteworthy. Otherwise, you don’t hear or see any indicators of their fandom. It seems disingenuous and insincere. It doesn’t resemble faithfulness.

Let’s fast forward to something more important than sports. (Yes, I said that.) The aforementioned behavior happens all the time. If you adhere to a scriptural view, you can look no further than John 6:60-70. Jesus provided a very difficult pill to swallow and most of his disciples choked on it and abandoned Him. They were reveling in the acclaim and fame that came with being a follower of the Messiah but when they had to humble themselves to listen and receive, they balked.

If they truly understand the value of the teachings they were receiving as well as the value in the Teacher Himself, they may have been able to survive this bump they were experiencing. But they didn’t know who He really was. They had facts, details, and information (just like these KC fans that have sprouted up so suddenly in this area) but they didn’t have wisdom and they didn’t have relationship to buffer the challenges life often brings us all. They didn’t understand the teaching because they didn’t know the character of the one they followed so long. They lacked trust.

You can apply this to organizations, groups, and even families. It’ll still come out the same. It’s glaring to be the petulant child that consistently disrespects his or her parents then falls in love with them when they hit it big in the lottery and become millionaires. Or the employee that rips his employers every chance he gets and when the company gains prominence, he’s the first one with a t-shirt, telling everyone within earshot how great his company is.

The Chiefs haven’t been to a Super Bowl since 1970. Fifty years ago. Were they ashamed of their team? Did they just want to hide to avoid the tough questions? Or were they more casual and without true passion for their hometown squad? This isn’t the first time this has ever happened and it’s likely to not be the last.

It’s not your job to root out these kinds and expose their lack of commitment. It’s just “Follow The Leader” again being played out in real time. Follow the leaders that show integrity when no one is watching. Follow the leader that avoids the crowds and cares about exemplifying character and honor. Follow the leader that doesn’t change their stances to suit men but remain faithful even when it’s not popular.

It’s The Little Foxes

Sigh…

These are the kinds of articles where every tap of my keyboard is accompanied with a sigh and a shaking of the head. As we strive to meet our goals and aim to grow in all aspects of life and in discipline, we often show a tendency to overlook the “little things”. Largely, because we think they don’t matter. They’ll pass so let’s focus on the bigger, more important stuff, we think.

Forgive my consistent use of gardening metaphors but they are so applicable here. I can’t ignore the little green bugs that appear on my plants while I keep an eye out for birds and rabbits who may seek to ravage my crops. Those little details are often the key to a successful harvest or not.

This past week was a sobering one. I heard accounts of how family has treated each other that saddened me. I saw behaviors in leadership areas all around me that left me awestruck. Aside from this, the week was incredible but this is one of those things that one simply can’t ignore, just like the leaky faucet. It can either become a fixture in the background of your every day life or you can address it with some semblance of maintenance.

Matthew 18:23-35 gives the account of the servant of a King who was forgiven a massive debt, likely to the tune of millions of dollars. However, when the time came for this same servant to forgive a few thousand dollars. Why is this relevant in this article in this moment? I think it’s simple.

We have been granted an innumerable amount of mercy that allows us this “opportunity” to do whatever we are big and bad enough to do. That is a misuse of the grace we have been afforded. How can we see clearly the path to mistreating our human family (no matter what culture or place in life they find themselves) when it wasn’t that long ago that we were in a less than favorable place. Maybe we simply forgot the mess we have been delivered from. Maybe we don’t have a heart of compassion. Maybe we just think we’ve arrived. No. We have not.

We see this stuff in our organizations, teams, and groups and as leaders, we look the other way or we look at the pile of work on our desk and see that as more of a priority than these “minor inconsistencies”. In other words, we ignore the little foxes. And they spoil our harvests before we can truly experience one. Shame on us for closing our eyes.

If we looked at the news alone, we see blowups and tragic circumstances that likely had several warning signs that preceded it. How many of us saw those signs and thought nothing of it? We hear it all the time. “This never happened in our neighborhood before”……”I always thought they were so nice. I never expected this.”……” I never saw this coming.”

How many of us figured that little “sign” would pass and it was no big deal? If you care about your group, team, or organization and you are, in any way, a leader or in any level of authority, ignoring these signs is a sure road to the cessation of progress and the possible slow death of your ministerial harvest. Don’t ignore the little foxes. They will eat what you are trying to produce. Address them promptly.

Here I Am, Lord

I think I get why they call it an “a-ha” moment. They probably meant that you were in the vicinity of “it”, likely so close to it you could taste it, but never fully realizing it until that moment. “A-Ha! Now I got it!”

Today, I had mines.

I’ve been inundated with discussions and studies on cultural change lately. The more you look into the topic, the unavoidable reality is that much of the culture we adopt or cooperate in is made up of things we like and things we want. We normally shun or avoid everything else. Today, I met a woman who I would describe as jaded and well beyond her years. I don’t mean that disrespectfully but in her mind, she’s done all she can do and doesn’t appear to have hope for many things. During our discussion, I heard about her fears, her life as a parent, and her issues with the church in general.

I listened to her for nearly 30 minutes. She had a lot to say. It is instinctive for many to jump in and dispute or attempt to disprove what someone says that we don’t agree with. As a matter of fact, the other party is probably expecting it. It is that commonplace. Today, although I’m a natural born New Yorker and dispute and confrontation was my daily diet, I responded (not reacted) differently. I actively listened. I engaged her. I made it my business to blot out all the other distractions and heard what she said and what she didn’t say. Great time for some platitude, right? Or perhaps a morsel of sound wisdom? Neither. I just listened and smiled, letting her know that I appreciated her sharing and she was worth my time.

After she paused, I shared my understanding of her concerns and began to share a quick account of some areas I grew, even when I felt some of the same things. She began to crack a smile and perked up. She clearly was expecting something else entirely. This isn’t the first time we had a discussion but this is the first time she may have felt I was listening and I cared. She could have said practically anything and I would have given her my ear and my compassion. This isn’t meant to be a blueprint to engaging the culture but I believe the steps were significant for my growth and perhaps someone else’s.

We all may think we’re good listeners but are we really? Do we think listening is waiting for someone to pause so we can give a piece of our minds? Do we really hear the tangible and the intangible or just the parts that we think are important? Listening is a lost art. I was reminded of the importance of listening and waiting in Habakkuk 2:1-2 (NET)

“I will stand at my watch post; I will remain stationed on the city wall. I will keep watching, so I can see what he says to me and can know how I should answer when he counters my argument. The LORD responded: “Write down this message! Record it legibly on tablets, so the one who announces it may read it easily.”

We seek God for what we want. We tell friends and family what we want. But how often do we listen to what they want or what they need. In that passage, the writer does ask but he doesn’t jump up and hurry up. He waits. He anticipates. He listens. And he is ready to humble himself if he has asked in error and needs to re-adjust. This is missing in our today. This is missing in our personal and public times of prayer. This is flat out missing from our relationships.

The teacher is coming into the classroom. Before we take our test, he will be taking attendance. I am here, Teacher. Here I am.

A King and His Kingdom

This morning brings a lot of deep thoughts, some of which I wanted to share with my Mirror Time family.

Has anyone ever been saved from danger before? Were you grateful to the person that rescued you? To what degree? How long did your gratitude last after things went back to normal again in your life? After you shared your harrowing tale with friends and family a hundred times, how many times after that did you share it? Do you still continue to remember the intricate details? Is it still fresh in your mind after all this time?

Or have you forgotten how it felt to be in need of rescuing due to the demands of your busy life?

On small levels, we’ve all helped someone out of scrapes, or been a help to them when they were seemingly without viable options. There’s always a danger of the rescuer being quickly forgotten over time. No more trouble, no more need for a rescuer, I suppose?

The concern is that once we get past the rough patches, we forget who helped us get through and how we got there in the first place. We’re in a good place so we become forgetful, ungrateful, and simply living in our moment, without consideration or hope for the future. We just tend to do what we want when we want and do our own thing. But is that what we were born to do? Is that the impact we were created to produce?

As believers in Christ, we recognize the sacrifices of greater men and women than us, including and above all, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ are still seen in the liberties and freedoms we enjoy today. We have been rescued from a destructive lifestyle that leads to separation from God but we are still being kept. Every single day.

And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. My Father, which gave them me, is greater than all; and no man is able to pluck them out of my Father’s hand. (John 10:28-29 KJV)

As a Christian, I am blowing it if I acknowledge that I’m saved and revel in that but daily ignore my Kingdom responsibilities. We cry out for healing, we receive, then run off with our certification of healing, neglecting to thank the Healer as well as the added responsibility to let the world (and those that may still be afflicted) that healing is possible, despite how dire things may seem. I have dropped that ball but I doubt I’m alone.

Many are under the belief that what we are currently experiencing is all that there is and we have no future beyond our now. Israel begged and pleaded for a king to rule over them, to be up to par with their neighbors and rivals, essentially ignoring the one they already had. I’m choosing the King they denied and the Kingdom yet to arrive.

Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it. (Matthew 7:13-14)

Little children were brought to Jesus for him to place his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples rebuked those who brought them. Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:13-14)

Again he said, “What shall we say the kingdom of God is like, or what parable shall we use to describe it? It is like a mustard seed, which is the smallest seed you plant in the ground. Yet when planted, it grows and becomes the largest of all garden plants, with such big branches that the birds of the air can perch in its shade.” (Mark 4:30-32)

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. (Matthew 6:31-33)

Blind Leading The Blind

So…..how’s your Monday going?

You’re probably a few cups of coffee in already but how far that java will take you in your quest for fulfillment is debatable.

When you slide out of that bed to the sound of a blaring, buzzing alarm clock, are you excited about the day ahead? Do you thoroughly enjoy the work that you do? Do you enjoy the people you work with and for? Are you able to get a glimpse of a bright future on the road ahead? Even in the weekly “rough patches”, can you still be encouraged, knowing you’re on the right track?

This is real talk for real people. If you believe recent workforce statistics, 85% polled are somewhat or very happy with their work roles. Words like “recognition”, “advancement” and “meaningfulness” are used heavily in most of the poll responses. I don’t know how many people are actually serving or working in their “sweet spots”. I don’t know how many have located their purpose in it all but I am realizing something that is critical to the whole picture.

As a former supervisor, manager, and recruiter, I can see, more clearly now than I ever have, the importance of a strong support system, especially in places where work is being done. If your supervisor or manager can see the tangibles about you, they will utilize those and put you in places to use them for the betterment of the work process. That’s not unique and a high amount of managers can accomplish this. I’m not saying it’s so easy even a caveman can do it but…..

The real talent comes from the discerning and mining that comes from communication, relationships, and networking that few managers and supervisors care to take the time to explore. How well do those you work for and serve under know the intangibles about you? They’re seeing and helping to nurture those is the key, in my opinion, to your success and a positive trajectory in our quest to live fulfilled lives. Personality and spiritual gift assessments are good but the area you only scored 10% on years ago could just the mountain you need to climb. That just might be where your passion becomes unbridled and you really flow at optimum levels. Take this from someone who found that out after nearly two decades in industry and ministry.

If you manage people and resources in any capacity, care enough to look beyond the surface. Dig deeper with questions. Actively listen to the answers. Put yourself in the associate’s shoes. What would you want if you were in that spot? Consider thoughtfully how you can make what is good even better. Happy employees improve any organization. Fulfilled employees take that organization to the next level. Passion is understated but it doesn’t have to be. If you aspire to help others and you want the best for others as you would want for yourselves, digging a little deeper than just the bare minimum might help you locate a rare jewel (or the answer to a long time need) you didn’t even know was buried right in front of you.

After you’ve finished that coffee, maybe this is worth a sip as well.

Roadside Service

What a week this has been! Can anyone relate to this or do you say that every Friday? Think we might be taking for granted for how good we have it and how fortunate we are? If we’re comparing ourselves to others, our search results may be a little warped. When we have to look at us and us only in the light of truth, it’s not so easy then, is it?

Remember this?

“Two men went up into the temple to pray; the one a Pharisee, and the other a publican. The Pharisee stood and prayed thus with himself, God, I thank thee, that I am not as other men are, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even as this publican. I fast twice in the week, I give tithes of all that I possess. And the publican, standing afar off, would not lift up so much as his eyes unto heaven, but smote upon his breast, saying, God be merciful to me a sinner. I tell you, this man went down to his house justified rather than the other: for every one that exalts himself shall be abased; and he that humbles himself shall be exalted.” (Luke 18:9-14)

This religious leader, has been told how great and wise he is, and has soaked in the adoration of friends and followers for years. He assessed his own life and justified himself through comparison to the sinner standing next to him. Easy to judge the Pharisee in this moment but we exhibit this behavior all the time. We think we’re fine but that’s not totally accurate.

Today, I wanted to offer something to those who know they’re not fine. Heck, it’s for those that think they’re fine too.

Romans 3:23 reminds us that we are all sinners and fall short of God’s standard. We all displease God. Bottom line: We’re at the same starting point. Romans 6:23 teaches us about the consequences of our wrongdoing. Death two ways. However, in Romans 5:8 demonstrates what unconditional love looks like through Jesus Christ. Raise your hand if you would die for someone who not only didn’t love you but, in effect, hated you. Jesus’ death was payment for our sins. He paid a debt we couldn’t afford but one we deserved. Romans 10:9 encourages one more step: “Confess with your mouth that Jesus is Lord, and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, and you will be saved.”

Salvation is available for everyone regardless of your sin record. Jesus’ blood-laced sacrifice was total and complete. What you did was covered in the transaction! Romans 5:1 says that we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Peace in relationship. Peace in your heart and mind. Peace everywhere you need it.

Words alone can’t preserve us but faith in Jesus Christ can. If you’d like, pray this prayer with me. “God, I recognize I have sinned against you and deserved the consequences. I also recognize that Jesus Christ took the punishment that I deserve so that through faith in Him I could be forgiven. I need your help to walk in this salvation. Thank you for your grace and your forgiveness of me. I believe I am a new creation in Christ Jesus. Amen!”

I thought I was right for years. I thought I was fine. But I was wrong. But I found out just in time.

Just a little roadside service for wherever you might find yourself in life today.

Walk It OUT

Walking is as normal as breathing for most of us. Yet it seems as though we don’t we can’t recognize when we’re not doing it. Let’s chat about it.

Ever since you were in diapers, you began to learn how to walk. Then it morphs into running, and before you know it, your parents are getting cardio in chasing you around the house, the yard, and the grocery store. How is it possible we are unlearning how to walk in the way that matters most?

The modern day religious person (note that I didn’t use the term believer) will profess to be “walking” but may be spiritually standing still. The outlook and the subtle nuances may change but they are not truly making tangible progress. Taking a walk through the park is easy. You start from home and you end up back at home. Taking a spiritual walk is different in that you will see different scenery, meet different people, but ultimately you need to see change in you. Others should also see a change in you. Fruit is the goal.

I remember (not so fondly) a family that many would call a founding family in a church that I attended for several years. They weren’t particularly friendly or affable but they were always present for every Sunday service in the same pew for years. Although a very large family, they always sat in the exact same places on said pew, talked only to the same people, and never deviated from that. Heaven forbid anyone that didn’t already incur their wrath mistakenly sat on that pew before they arrived. They would get an earful of something that didn’t sound quite like Christ to the discerning ear. It was not holy, humble, or compassionate. I would consider them religious. Sitting in that pew on that day was part of their ritual. They heard wisdom and sound teaching weeks, months, and even years and it never seemed able to penetrate their hearts. Their attitudes and behavior was the same for years, without deviation. (I’m a long time people watcher – par for the course coming from a large, urban neighborhood) So like the natural walker, you may encounter new scenery and meet new people and be surrounded by change, it’s pointless if you yourself never actually change.

We can be on this journey for years and not make progress. If you were walking that in the natural sense, you would be weary, tired, and likely give up and turn back to where you came. Can we profess to be walking but not changing, not evolving, not growing? Colossians 1:9-10 highlights our need to be filled with wisdom and spiritual understanding so that we may WALK worthy of the Lord and be fully pleasing to him, bearing fruit in every good work.

If you were planting a garden and see green leaves but never see any fruit or vegetable month after month, year after year, would you consider that a successful harvest? Matthew 7:16 implies that we are known by the fruit we produce. What kind of fruit, if any, are we producing? Like a natural plant, we need to stay in the soil, be consistently watered, and exposed to the light as much as possible if it has any chance to grow. That’s not speaking to tradition, religion, or some rigid lifestyle that refuses change of any kind. It’s all about humbling ourselves to listen and learn and be teachable.

We can learn so much from the situations we go through. But the key to breaking an unhealthy cycle of life is to make behavioral changes. If you’re having financial challenges every month, experts would say don’t eat out as much. If you’re unable to hold down a job, experts would say be more disciplined and wake up and leave earlier for work every day. If we want to grow, we need to trust the process. Sit in that soil we’ve been planted in, embrace change that challenges our comfort, listen to the voice of our experiences and learn from our mistakes, to have something you never had, do something you’ve never done, and receive as much SON-light and water as possible.

“Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.” (Psalms 119:105)

It’s A Hardknock Life

It’s a hard knock life for us. It’s a hard knock life for us. Instead of treated, we get tricked. Instead of kisses, we get kicked. It’s a hard knock life.

I don’t know a person that doesn’t sometimes feel unappreciated. At the core, I think that’s what every person wants. In my opinion, we were created for fellowship. We want and need companionship. We desire camaraderie. We crave validation and acceptance. But what do you do when you don’t find what we innately search for? What happens when we are instead disregarded, mocked, and undervalued?

Purpose is often very elusive. There’s a saying that when the purpose of a thing is not known, abuse is inevitable. It’s a real thing to work for years and never realize your full potential. I recall the story of a gentleman in his 60’s nearing retirement. He spent about 40 years of his life, repairing and doing maintenance on industrial grade machinery. He and his wife were closer than ever to their dream of traveling and seeing the world. On a routine work day for this technician, at the same place he’s worked for years, while working on the same machines that he’s always worked on, he was electrocuted and died mere days before he could realize that dream. You might see an isolated incident. I see a cautionary tale.

I can’t tell you how that man lived but that could have been any one of us. There’s no way the sobering reality of this sad story was going to escape me. I can hear the haunting words of my oldest daughter when she was about 20 years old and we were having a dispute about the importance of the Gospel in her life. She retorted, “She has plenty of time for that later. She was still young and wanted to have fun.”

I wonder how many other people think like she did.

Have you ever gone to a job that you hated, or you put your passion on hold for stable life choices, or just ignored that ever so strong impression to do that thing although it was so big, it scared you? Maybe you understand.

One of the recurring themes in Scripture is that of sacrifice. Nowhere more noted than in Romans 12:1-2.

“Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God’s mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God—this is your true and proper worship. Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.”

Anybody that has lived the hard knock life or been through any thing of note will tell you emphatically that sacrifice was the way out of the life. It’s also key to a prosperous spiritual life too.

Can I Have A Do-Over?

Anybody ever challenged to sink a balled up piece of paper into the wastebasket several feet away? The first one missed horribly. Immediately you asked for best out of five. You know if you got another shot, you would do better this time. If only getting a do-over was so simple.

One of the biggest lies we have ever been told is that “sticks and stones may break our bones but words will never hurt us.” I spent more than half my life recovering from hurtful words from someone that I admired or trusted. While the physical wounds from sticks and stones heal much faster, these kind are much more difficult to get past.

I remember a retreat many years ago that I went on to foster community and corporate fellowship with some fellow members of the faith. It was only a couple days but I learned enough lessons to last me a lifetime. We came to an interesting portion of our itinerary where we were doing a group exercise. Our mentors or direct leadership were tasked with affirming and encouraging us. Sounds simple enough. They knew you better than most since you’ve worked closely with them. No brainer! As I waited in line, I could hear what was shared with my friends and brothers. I was pleased to hear the thoughtfulness and passion. The speaker really appeared to want the best for the person he was speaking to. When my turn came, my mentor, who knew me very well and had served with me for nearly 5 years, paused and closed his eyes to pray. I won’t repeat what he said to me but every word was cold, indifferent, and vanilla. They would be described as what I would call a “blanket prayer”. They were simply general like you would pray had you been tasked to pray for a stranger you just met. The words didn’t come from a place of intimate knowledge and connection, although they reasonably should have. I assume he meant no harm but every single word felt like a sharp blade slicing through my heart. I felt a pain I can’t describe. My eyes welled up with tears as I walked away. I probably jogged away. I was wrecked. I could still hear others get the kind of support and affirmation that I thought I would. The tears ran down my face and they felt as cold as ice. They burned my skin. They were bitter. Probably like Esau when he found out that his brother, Jacob, had procured his blessing and birthright and he was left with nothing. I would have loved to have a do-over but for me, there was no reset button.

You remember when they said “I don’t love you!” You remember when they said “I hate you!” You remember when they said “You’re so stupid”. You remember when they said “You’re just like your mother or you’re just like your father”.

It’s so important that we don’t believe that old cliche. Sticks and stones hurt but those wounds eventually heal. The words that we speak to each other, even at the height of emotion, are like vapors in the air or even the wind itself. We cannot catch them. We can’t divert them to where we would like them to go. They cannot be caught or confined. When they are spoken, like any other word we so powerfully speak, they are launched to their destination and we can’t take them back. Once they leave our lips, with the full intent of our heart to propel them forward, it is too late.

So I simply hoped to encourage you today to be careful and think considerately about what you say before you say it. In person to person exchanges and via social media, we must be wise about the words that we speak. The weapon in our mouth is powerful enough to build up and to destroy. We should manage that responsibility carefully and thoughtfully.

“For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.” (Matthew 12:37 BSB)

“The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.” (James 3:6 NIV)

Meet Me At Baggage Claim

Seasons change. We move from one season to another. We experience change. It’s inevitable. The old saying “You get out of it what you put into” is applicable here.

As a former Chef, admittedly baking was my least favorite discipline in school. I felt like I couldn’t be creative enough. Every single ingredient had to be measured with precision and exactness. It was nerve wracking though necessary. I learned about discipline and I’m a better cook because of it but I learned something else.

Sometimes our “mixes” in life don’t turn out well because we don’t measure and take stock of every ingredient we so freely add. We want success and prosperity but our approach is to consume and add. Some elements we add don’t complement other elements already in our lives. Haphazardly adding things that we like that don’t fit where we are are likely to make for a convoluted, undesirable situation.

There’s not much worse than moving into a new life situation still dragging around all the old stuff from years ago and expect to build something new and different. It’s laborious, restrictive, and unwise.

I was once a part of an organization that has some big plans for community, diversity, and social change. I invested years into this effort but there were some fatal flaws that sank the ship. With every new revelation, I was forced to unhitch my wagon from the effort. Wisely, instead of quickly joining a new effort, I needed to regroup and re-evaluate. I looked at all the ingredients I previously put into the mixture. I broke down all that happened, all I contributed, and all my feelings the last 2 years. It took nearly 12 months for me to see that the organization’s approach wasn’t the only issue. I was part of the problem. I brought some baggage into that relationship. I contributed to the overall mixture, like it or not. Once I saw my attitude, my fears, and my rigidity, it freed me to drop those bags and let them go. I was able to embrace a new organization and give myself to the effort, without the extra baggage. If I didn’t change the way I saw situations, I’d simply be repeating the same cycles and never growing beyond them. Case in point.

“A man who was traveling came upon a farmer working in his field and asked him what the people in the next village were like. The farmer asked “What were the people like in the last village you visited?” The man responded “They were kind, friendly, generous, great people.” “You’ll find the people in the next village are the same,” said the farmer. Another man who was traveling to the same village came up to the same farmer somewhat later and asked him what the people in the next village were like. Again the farmer asked “What were the people like in the last village you visited?” The second man responded, “They were rude, unfriendly, dishonest people.” “You’ll find the people in the next village are the same,” said the farmer.”

Yep.

How do you spell H-E-L-P?

I don’t care to critique your spelling ability. This is bigger than that. It is often painfully frustrating to have conversations with friends and associates or an exchange on social media. Why? Because, quite frankly, even if you look up and see a blue sky, someone will say it looks grey. If you see someone whose words are clearly bigoted and hateful, someone will say the comments are innocent. This is a battle you can’t win with threads, forums, private messages, and DMs.

If you’re honest, you thought the Children of Israel were insane when in less than 40 days of Moses going on sabbatical to consult with the Lord, they’d already took all their jewelry to make a cow for them to worship. But we honestly have “little calves” in our lives today that we give our worship to.

At the center of every issue, debate, and talking point. Same concept. Viewed two different ways. In sports, we debate free agency, draft picks, and coaching choices. In politics, we go back and forth about foreign policy, term limits, and immigration. In life and entertainment, we discuss who’s the best (blank) of all time and what’s the greatest (blank).

Sometimes these debates are numbing. We just don’t see things in the same ways. I believe we don’t see help the same either. Some expect help to look like something they recognize and expect and decline to accept what isn’t packaged to our liking. Got a feeling we can apply that in many places. Here’s a story that speaks to that.

A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help. Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, “Jump in, I can save you.”

The stranded fellow shouted back, “No, it’s OK, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me.”

So the rowboat went on. Then a motorboat came by. “The fellow in the motorboat shouted, “Jump in, I can save you.”

To this the stranded man said, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the motorboat went on. Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, “Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety.”

To this the stranded man again replied, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the helicopter reluctantly flew away. Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. He finally got his chance to discuss this whole situation with God, at which point he exclaimed, “I had faith in you but you didn’t save me, you let me drown. I don’t understand why!”

To this God replied, “I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?”

L-O-V-E

Has this four letter word become a catchphrase or does it actually mean something? All things being equal, our daily lives should show it.

So why don’t they?

Our kids and grandkids see it. Our parents get to taste of it. Maybe your best friend gets to be a witness. If all those things were true, and we never grow beyond that point in life, have we loved to the full? Have we fully engaged the endless, timeless, and unconditional sphere of what love is?

Songs are written about it but we can sing every lyric, and still yet to fully understand what it means to love. The article picture is me staring at the most glorious Margherita pizza I’ve ever seen or tasted. It was incredible. I might’ve said I loved it in the moment but was that love?

Is your idea of “love” limited? Is your view of love without conditions? Is love something you do in return when someone does something loving for you? Or do you offer compassion because it’s morally right? Or do you love because you believe it’s our first and most important language and our world is better with that love in operation?

Colossians 3:14 says that love is the glue that holds all virtues together. John 3:16 speaks of an unconditional love that can’t fully be repaid but it can be daily exhibited and shared. I Corinthians 13:7 depicts love in that it protects, supports, hopes, and perseveres in every situation. I John 3:16 talks of love as what a friend does by laying down their life for a friend.

If “I Love You” becomes cliché or reserved only for natural family or our own household, we fail to understand what how deep and wide love reaches. No exaggeration but I have natural family members that don’t love me. A black sheep and virtually non existent in their view of the family tree. I’m not loved by them.

Then on the other hand, I have very dear friends that value me greatly and love me for me, not for what I do for them. They think about me when it’s not in their best interest. They want to spend time with me because it’s important to connect. They are closer to me than some members of my family. Not because of what they’ve done for me but the “why” of what they’ve done for me. It points back to unconditional love. The kind of love the world at large doesn’t teach us. We were born and bred on give and take. Scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. You be nice to me and I’ll be nice to you. Treat me bad and I’ll flip you off or curse you.

But that’s not love by definition. That’s not the love the Word of God teaches and it’s not the love I raised my children and grandchildren understanding. It’s also not the kind of love in content with. It’s really not an enduring love at all.

Not being loved by family doesn’t move the needle for me anymore. Not because I don’t care but because I’m on a mission that I can’t afford to decline or fail. I am choosing to love whether I’m loved in return or not. Sounds silly but it’s part of my every day, every week existence.

Love is more than a word. It’s a lifestyle. It’s a responsibility. That’s L-O-V-E.

Change The Culture

Hi, guys.
Have you ever thought about what culture really means? I mean, like, really think about it? Beyond what we learned in school or how Webster defines it? It really does go much further than we think.

Some think about the place they grew up and the kind of music played in their households. Or the dress and attire of their ancestry. Or the kind of foods we eat based on geography, heritage, or even race. The arts in song, fashion, dance, and all manner of creative works. Scientists view it as a maintenance of specific conditions to induce growth. That’s deep. Even if we’re honest, our churches uphold a certain culture as well from rules, policies, and personal preference. In certain places of worship, you must remove your hat, or you must wear a dress rather than pants, or you should avoid being too loud so as not to interrupt whomever is resting. Lol. There is a need for balance between what we can affirm in culture and what needs to be challenged. Acceptance of everything is inherently dangerous as is the exclusion of everything. So how do we decide? How do we change the culture for the better? First, we might want to explore what we think is best and why? If the approach comes from a flawed, fallible place, it may already be unfit for use.

We have learned (from some cruel teacher directly or indirectly) to reject what we don’t understand. If it’s alien, kill it before it kills us. If it’s growing too fast and too big, stunt its growth and exercise dominance over it so it doesn’t take over and cause our community discomfort or unease or press us into adjusting in some way we don’t like or want. We rarely seek understanding. We rarely listen. Many of our woes are rooted in a lack of understanding and an unwillingness to listen. That’s just between us as humans. It’s patently worse when it comes to God.

Despite the arrogance in our thinking that we have a monopoly on what God wants and likes, we’re incorrect nearly every time and our assertions and stances are built with bricks of ego and selfish pride. The perfect will of God often eludes us. Christians are going to hate this but Isaiah 45 describes the Lord bringing to power a pagan king and anointing him for world leadership. Why is that important? One reason is that God is not confined to using nice, morally good people who don’t break any of the Ten Commandments. He can deal with the hearts of whomever he wants! He can change the hearts of a pagan or an infidel. Even a buffoon. Following the rules doesn’t make us better than someone else nor should what we uphold become an absolute for how we treat other people. We’re so far off the mark that it’s tragic. Remember the parable of the rich, young ruler in Matthew 19:16-30? He did all the “right things” but they were rooted in self righteousness and negated his opportunity to be humble and confident in Jesus. He was confident in what he knew, what he practiced, and what he did.

If a cultural festival came to our city, people would flock there in packs to receive offerings like paella, poke, chicken curry, palak paneer, or callaloo or some new libation they’ve never heard of. That’s easy. That’s a good weekend. But it’s exponentially more difficult to accept the people through which these cultures come from. They can serve us in an island shore and they can pour our drinks but we don’t generally care for them to join our fair communities, our clubs, or our families.

A traditional and conservative culture has idols just as much as a liberal, secular culture does. That alone reminds how more alike we are than we’re different. The traditional side elevates family or ethnicity to a place of absolute value, and that’s the seed that produces fruits of racism, patriarchy, oppression, exclusion, and moralism. The liberal side elevate the principle of human freedom and individuality to a level of absolute value, which can erode the family, community, and the integrity of both. None of our cultures are perfect. None of us are either. We still have to embrace and engage the One that is or we just have experiences and little used knowledge.

This isn’t an social experiment or some lab test conducted in a Petri dish. There is an unspeakable beauty, richness of diverse wisdom, character, and flavor on the other side of those borders we refuse to cross because it is beneath us to do so. We’re depriving ourselves of a key chapter in the human experience and we’re slowly killing a generation with the poison of ignorance, pride, and self righteousness. We have so much to learn from each other. If only we’d cross that boundary line with open hands and an open heart. Imagine what could take place. Changing the culture is imperative for a great many. I’m hopeful this article reaches that know better and ascribe to do better. That change has to start from somewhere, right?

”Every culture will have some idolatrous discourse within it. And yet every culture will have some witness to God’s truth in it. God gives out good gifts of wisdom, talent, beauty, and skill completely without regard for merit. He casts them across a culture like a seed, in order to enrich, brighten, and preserve the world. Without this understanding of culture, Christians will tends to think that they can live self sufficiently, isolated from and unblessed by the contributions of those in the world. Without an appreciation for God’s gracious display of good wisdom in the broader culture, Christians may struggle to understand why non Christians often exceed Christians in moral practice, wisdom, and skill.” (The Center Church, Timothy Keller, Ch 9, pp 109)

What was your favorite article from 2019?

Note from the MTWMY Editor’s Desk

It never ceases to amaze me how many people come to interview in my office with their pants falling down, or wearing blouses that reveal too much. I think to myself if only they had a mirror and a friend. How much trouble we could avoid if we had both BEFORE we made that bad decision. Hopefully, I can provide both in this fleeting moment with these three things that have been helping me the past week that I wanted to share with you.

1. Be more deliberate about how we treat others. Take a moment to consider how you would honestly want to be treated if roles were reversed with those you mock, avoid, or simply don’t/won’t understand. This doesn’t just happen in our neighborhoods, but in our workplaces, our social clubs, our schools, and our churches too. Name an organization and it’s probably still happening. Most times, it’s in the places where we are because we bring it there. Pointing fingers at others is pointless.

2. Be okay with not being okay. Are you pretty comfortable with where your life is now? Trick question. If the answer is “yes”, it could be an indicator that you’re not growing. Even the most promising flower, no more how pretty, must endure seasons of challenge. That flower may need to have old soil removed in favor of the new. It’ll need to endure rain, wind, heat, and other factors. It’ll also need to be pruned so that new growth is possible. None of that feels good to a flower but it is the difference between life and death. If we don’t know the intense heart of challenge in the season we’re in, it could be an indicator we’re not where we need to be to grow to our fullest potential.

3. Be okay with not being part of the “club”. Because of my history, I’m very cognizant of this but I wanted to encourage you to learn to be okay with your solitude. They didn’t invite you to the dinner? It’s ok. You didn’t make the guest list for the party? It’s ok. No friend requests? It’s ok. Although surrounded by crowds often, Christ frequently went away to a quiet place to pray. That’ll preach! Don’t assume your exclusion from their circles means you’re a square! Getting to know yourself outside of others’ opinions, advice and expectations can be life changing. Don’t avoid fellowship but don’t compromise what you need to please man.

Thank you for reading and subscribing to Mirror Time!

Does The Rooney Rule Work?

Black Monday has past. For those that don’t know, that is the Monday after the NFL regular season officially ends and head coaches are fired. Why it’s called that is beyond me. But the recent rash of firings and subsequent hirings have caused an uproar…for a lot of reasons.

The Dallas Cowboys recently hired former Packers Head Coach, Mike McCarthy. This came immediately came after what appeared to be an obligatory interview with former Bengals HC Marvin Lewis. There were no indication that the Cowboys were going to hire Lewis. It has the look of due diligence.

The New York Giants also made a hire after making room for interviews with several candidates including Eric Bieniemy, Kris Richard, Matt Rhule, and the aforementioned Mike McCarthy. They settled on New England’s special teams coach, Joe Judge for their vacant HC position.

Both of these transactions have made for a firestorm on social media and fan pages everywhere. And this has created some questions as to whether the Rooney Rule actually works in the way it was intended and if the issue with minority candidates being passed over for top positions in the league is being seriously addressed.

The rule was created as a reaction to the firing of Dennis Green of the Minnesota Vikings and Tony Dungy of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, when both were very successful. Dungy had a winning record and Green had his first losing season in 10 years. The purpose was “to ensure that minority coaches, especially African Americans, would be considered for high-level coaching positions.”

Is the Rooney Rule working? Has it failed in its implementation? Some have shared that it is a tragedy that the Rooney Rule is even needed among NFL owners to begin with. We’d love to hear your thoughts and comments. Please share your opinions on our poll as well.

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The Definition of Insanity

So……it’s time for marketers, entrepreneurs, and even bloggers to whip out their new and shiny cliches and catchphrases to inspire in the New Year upon us. What can sell products and push more subscribers and clients and what can be the “next big thing” in 2020. After we strip away all the commercialized product pushing that we are shrouded with this time of year, we are still left naked with the same questions from years and even decades past: How do we get out of this continuous cycle? How do we break this seemingly endless loop? We want a better life in 2020. We want to (ugh) live our best life. Why are we still trying to figure that out with only minimal results?

Welp, here’s a theory. Is it possible we want this grand change under the proviso that we don’t have to make any marked changes in our lifestyle or behaviors? I got some good news and some bad news. Remember the Marvel movie “Doctor Strange”? You won’t need to be a fan to get this idea. One of the main characters (The Ancient One) had the power of immortality and was a propagator of universal justice and good but it was revealed that the Ancient One’s immortality derived her power of immortality from the very dark forces she vowed to stand against. She was figuratively sleeping with the enemy. Art imitates life.

We do the same in different ways. We allow ourselves to be compromised by what is destined to destroy us. We call good evil and call evil good. We want success and fortune and blessing but seek it from sources that don’t have our best interests at heart. We compromise everything that truly matters for the things that don’t. We rail against posts on social media but in our verbal opposition, we still engage. We still invest. And before long, we become more a part of the problem than a part of the solution. We are in company with that which we said prior that we loath. Those that claim to know better are merely fuel for the most incendiary of exchanges. We want a new and more prosperous year but we refuse to separate ourselves from that which destroys us inwardly because we look so “good” outwardly. We’re hypocrites. That’s the bad news.

The good news is that we don’t have to be in that number. We can’t repeat the same behaviors and expect different results. That is the very definition of insanity. Quite frankly, it’s in our nature to lean towards those messy situations and jump into the pigpen of mischief, innuendo, and drama. But we have access to a new nature and a new heart thanks to the sacrifice of Jesus Christ and His blood shed for our liberty. I have done things my own way and I know all my intellect, education, and smarts were never enough to get me out of my own way. I tried to fix the outside but the issue was on the inside, out of the sight of onlookers. I needed a new heart. The aforementioned bad news doesn’t have to be our daily and annual excuse. Through relationship with Jesus Christ, we have access to a new heart and a new mindset. This is, from my own personal experience, the most successful route to new results and a brighter outlook. My way sucks! His way is foolproof. Look no further than my mirror to see what a fool looks like. So I am pushing all my chips to the center of the table and trusting the only One that’s never failed me yet.

My blog isn’t the ultimate in your search for answers but I can definitively say that I saw more tangible change when I changed my mind, my habits, my friendship circles, and my disciplines than I ever have with a self help book or the advice of a guru. Just sayin’. Have a wonderful and blessed day and a prosperous 2020.

Can You Hear Me Now?

Family, the key to our success could be tied to our willingness to position ourselves for whatever the Lord purposed for us. Of course, the caveat is we have to listen to Him to receive. Our pastor challenged us to go one step beyond in 2020. Surely we’re praying but are we deliberate in listening and waiting for the Father’s response, even in the “little” requests? The “Jesus is my butler” deal has been going on for far too long. I can’t help but think, especially after the holiday, that we subliminally taught this to our kids by writing letters to Santa. Little children grew into adults that thinking throwing a prayer up to the sky (along with being really good people) is enough to get what they want. Here’s an earth-shattering thought: If we got everything we wanted every time we wanted it, we would obliterate ourselves and countless people around us. By nature, we can be selfish and averse to sacrifice and generosity. We’re inclined to be all about ourselves, our goals, our wants, our desires. Fast forward to 2020.

We need wisdom and sound judgment more than a resolution that we may or may not keep. Brothers, sisters, people are perishing in darkness by the second without knowing the truth of the Gospel. Our response often sounds something like “Wow, so sorry to hear that!” before we pick up our phone to check our Instagram feed. To say we have become tone deaf and desensitized is a gross understatement. Growing up in the concrete jungle, I saw that in droves. Stepping over prone bodies to get to work was as normal as brushing our teeth. Ignoring the screams of a neighbor was as regular as a cup of java to start our day. Minding our own business is wise when we know what our business actually is. Still listening?

You will hear messages, sermons, podcasts, and posts about purpose and calling and destiny especially going into the New Year. At the end of the day, we will need to discern who we are and why we’re here. It’s not about getting deep and existential but it is about fully utilizing what you have been blessed to possess and maximize your fullest potential. Not what you think you should be doing but what you were born to do. That’s my ambition for the New Year. Maybe that’s yours as well. Still with me?

If I can leave you with a takeaway from this article, while on your journey to self-discovery, remember there is always someone watching you. They may not have your best interests at heart or they may be secretly hoping that the truth you’ve been sharing is authentic and they’re watching for the manifestations of it in your life.

Here’s an ambition for 2020. Get past your fear of public speaking and tell others about the hope you daily cling to. Tell someone else about the Jesus that changed your everything. They may or may not hear you. You may feel as though you have been without tangible result. It might not be because they won’t listen when you speak. Perhaps they don’t see in your life what you say with your lips. Maybe you’re not convinced yourself and you’ve remained silent. Heard that?

I don’t know which applies to you but this is a great time for self-evaluation. Not because you’re reading an article in a blog called “Mirror Time” or because we’re ending another year. But because the cold, hard reality is our time is limited, despite your calendar plans. I want my life to weigh out with significant value at the end of THE DAY. (Matthew 25: 14-30)

Have a purpose-filled New Year. Thank you for 2019. Excited about our future.

Mission Possible

Good morning, family!

I hope you had a wonderful Christmas and you and yours were thoroughly blessed. I’m excited about the upcoming year and I sincerely hope that MTWMY encourages you right where you are in life.

Ever wondered if the place you are in was THE place for you? Know what I mean? I mean that sweet spot tailored just for you. You don’t have to grind and pretend to be something you’re not. All you have to do is be you and it works. You’re efficient, productive, and fulfilled. Sounds impossible to a lot of people who are still grinding, hoping, waiting, wondering why it just hasn’t happened yet. Maybe even thinking about cashing in all their chips and giving up.

There’s a big difference between good and best, okay and incredible. In my life travels, I have been fortunate to meet people from every spectrum of life. I have met millionaires and those down on their luck. Those committed to continuous growth and those totally content with living on the fringe. Some want to be the boss. Some want to just work and go home. Some don’t want added responsibility so they prefer a minimalist type of existence. Some live paycheck to paycheck with an occasional vacation. There is even some bad teaching in some circles that the poorer you are and the less you have, the more blessed you are by God. 

Are you currently sitting in a comfortable place but far beneath your privileges?

I know what it’s like to live in a city and state that is challenged economically and spend years waiting for a turnaround that seemingly never comes. A lot of room for growth, culturally and economically. It’s totally understandable to start having second thoughts about the feasibility of the place you find yourself. I’m a staffing coordinator by vocation so I get to see how much money businesses are willing to spend on staffing needs. Highly skilled positions still may garner well under the national average in certain places. I have a handful of friends scattered throughout the U.S. that have the exact same plight.

What do you do when you have these thoughts? Where does faith come into play? Is faith activated in making a leap and moving to a more prosperous place or is faith better placed in waiting out a long season where you are? Or is there a third option?

Every time I have these thoughts or I’m asked to pray for someone that is, or just listening to a friend across the country, I can’t help but think about this passage to provide some comfort.

“For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it?
I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
The wild animals in the fields will thank me, the jackals and owls, too, for giving them water in the desert. Yes, I will make rivers in the dry wasteland so my chosen people can be refreshed.” (Isaiah 43:19-20 NLT)

On its face, it doesn’t provide a clear answer to some of these questions but what it speaks to me is that the seemingly impossible is possible, even if it doesn’t make total sense in our heads. “Rivers in a desert” defy conventional logic but not impossible to those that have seen the unthinkable, the unimaginable, and the impossible happen. From that passage, it also sounds like your faith doesn’t just benefit you but others around you as well. To be honest, somebody is always watching you through these challenges and gaining strength or perspective from how you respond to it.

Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to have an obedient heart in the place you have been planted and also gain the wisdom to recognize if you’re in the wrong place and get into your proper position. Keep moving forward!

Just Like Family

Family has become a catchphrase and a cliche. The word is defined in the traditional sense and even in some translations, has the audacity to describe family in the context of criminal activity and gang life example. I know, right?

Ever been offered an opportunity to be a part of a family but when you join them, you quickly discover that this is not the family environment you signed on for? I fell victim to this, once in my youth, and another time in my young adulthood. I’m forced to not take the “family” lightly.

You can probably throw a rock and hit someone who believes family can consist of someone who is not blood-related and has a stronger bond with you than those that are connected by genealogy. How do you spell family?

So does family have to support your endeavors even if they don’t agree? Are they supposed to fund your visions and dreams? Should they be frequenters of the same places you like to frequent? Must they share your views? Should they resemble you in morals, character, and skin color? What is the unbreakable rule that would make them no longer “family”?

I have a very strange family dynamic in that, although it is fairly large, it seems very small and disjointed. Most times, all that can, at least temporarily, unite us is family tragedy. That’s because of communication, connection, and compassion. In essence, it’s all about how we treat each other and how we really view ourselves. It directly affects our ability to be a family in any effective way.

Jesus spoke to this in two separate places in Scripture and naturally, because it triggers so many emotions and touches so many sore spots, you won’t hear it preached from pulpits very often. It’s not a popular view. I believe that it’s a sore subject because family is one of the easiest paths to compromise.

Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother, and His mother’s sister, Mary the wife of Clopas, and Mary Magdalene. When Jesus therefore saw His mother, and the disciple whom He loved standing by, He said to His mother, “Woman, behold your son!” Then He said to the disciple, “Behold your mother!” And from that hour that disciple took her to his own home. (John 19:25-27)

Then His mother and brothers came to Him, and could not approach Him because of the crowd. And it was told Him by some, who said, “Your mother and Your brothers are standing outside, desiring to see You.” But He answered and said to them, “My mother and My brothers are these who hear the word of God and do it.” (Luke 8:19-21 NKJV)

Why did he show more commitment to those that those with obedient hearts rather than his blood relatives? Is he instructing us to do the same or are you viewing this as an isolated example?

A young aspiring musician has to drop out of college because his mother has an addiction. He can’t study or keep his grades up because he has to go and rescue her from alleyways and take care of his younger siblings at the same time. Or a young woman who has a passion to be an educator in an inner city but her parents rails against her for leaving her community to go to help those who don’t look like them. You can surely find more examples.

Earlier, I shared that I was acquainted with two situations in my life where I was approached by two organizations, one illegal and the other immoral (both unhealthy and dangerous for me) and they both offered a “just like family” experience and I said yes to both, to my own detriment. I’ll never do that again.

Now here’s your “tough as nails” takeaway.

Identify that person or persons that have a strong influence on you. How weighty are the words and advice they give to you? Do they have the ability to make you change your mind or sway you if you’re on the fence? Do their needs pull you away from the things you are passionate about or feel strongly about being committed to? Where are they on the priority list of your life? Where is God on that list? Does your daily life in snapshots validate the previous two answers?

If Christ Himself emphasizes family in this way, how should we view this? Consider.

You Mad, Son?

Besides the rash of so called “porch pirates” and bag-snatchers that are littering the headlines with their Grinch-like behaviors, most of get that this is a time that (generally speaking) we try our hardest to be nice and kind to our fellow man.

Here’s a question that I have for you.

Have you forgiven that offense? Have you reconciled with that friend that shared something publicly that you told them in private? Have you been able to show compassion to that person that has despitefully used you? Have you exhibited grace to that person that stole from you?

How do you respond when you go to a doctor for a painful affliction? When the doctor touches it, you flinch and cringe. You instantly retreat back because, quite frankly, it hurts and you’d like the pain to stop. Well, “the doctor” wants to heal that painful area of your heart but He will need to touch it. We poison and afflict ourselves when we hold malice and unforgiveness in our hearts. Marianne Williamson quoted that “Unforgiveness is like drinking poison yourself and waiting for the other person to die.”  We painfully inflict much on ourselves when we refuse to let others go for their offenses against us. It may not make sense all the time and the words of Matthew 5:44 help little in these times.

“But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” (Matthew 5:44 KJV)

Though you want those that wrong you to feel pain, you are the one in pain, dealing with all manner of afflictions, and being tormented by our own thoughts and memories. Know what happens to the bully that made your life miserable in high school that you still haven’t gotten past what they did? Nothing. The bully doesn’t even remember what they did to you in high school. Reminding them may or may not help them but forgiving them so you can be free instantly does something for you.

Don’t take this advice to heart because we’re in the Christmas season. Don’t consider this because it needs to be a resolution for the New Year. Do this for you and yours and perhaps generations to come. Do this for your personal health. Do this for your peace of mind. Do this so you can break the chains and experience real freedom. You deserve to be at liberty.

Have a very Merry Christmas and a Prosperous (Nothing missing, nothing broken) New Year.

“If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. ” (John 8:36 KJV)

You Don’t Know The Half

It’s widely held that a glass half full or half empty is dependent on the glassholder’s perspective. Clearly, we all see the world differently and through varied lens. Where there is clearly as problem to some, others don’t see anything wrong and everything is fine.

I think where we all agree is that things can be better. How we get there is another topic. If I may, please let me have your ear for a brief moment. Whether you are a glass half full or glass half empty person, we are all vessels that get filled. If you are genuinely concerned about the world around us, and you acknowledge that you are a vessel, what are you filled with?

There are two things as a vessel that I have to be concerned with. One, what am I filled with. And two, am I filled enough to pour out into the lives of others. Life is difficult. And as much as we want to help and support, we’re severely limited in doing so WHEN we ignore our own growth. Please don’t take this to mean that it’s all about us. Not at all actually. But we do have a personal responsibility to develop, grow, adjust, learn, and progress. It’s the impetus for the creation of this blog and what drives its growth every day.

It’s universally unwise to take a long trip without first determine if we have enough fuel for the journey, theoretically and figuratively. Before we can give out service, advice, support, and whatever else we may give, we owe it to ourselves to check ourselves and make sure we are not a liability more than we are a benefit to others.

Fill up today then go forward and shine! Love and appreciate!! Have a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Flowers to the Living

Fam, if you have even read a few articles on Mirror Time, you know one of my mottos. I believe in giving my flowers to the living while they can still appreciate them. The dead can’t truly appreciate their beauty and the sentiment by which they were given. To everyone that has subscribed to Mirror Time and have faithfully read us for the nearly three years we’ve been growing, THANK YOU!

Every time you post a comment, share a wisdom or funny anecdote, or shared a heartfelt story close to your hearts, you are making a significant impact in someone else’s day. I believe that our world at large is weary of the “news” we are force fed and the stories about celebrities that don’t move the needle for most of us. We want to live healthy, productive lives and we want to be purposeful and fulfilled where we work, live, and play. We want to be better versions of ourselves and we want to do for others what we would want for ourselves. Every article I post and that you respond to in some way is offering an alternative to all the other stuff and hopefully an option that will stand the test of time and bring encouragement where it is much needed.

We are in a season of generosity and sharing and I would ask that you extend this spirit beyond the next few days and into the new year. Let’s make this seasonal approach our every day approach! Let’s look for ways to bless others who are less fortunate than us all year round. Let’s take the time to ask how someone is doing and wait around for the answer. Let’s grab a cup of coffee for a teammate even if they haven’t treated you the best this year. Let’s give a little more of our time and money knowing that it will make a lasting difference in someone else’s life. Let’s extend ourselves a little more. Let’s be generous beyond the boundary we have self-prescribed that we would do.

It’s a reality that flowers won’t stay alive forever and they will inevitably wilt. The sentiment and the heart with which they were given could last a lifetime. You get to decide what kind of “flower” you will give and to whom you will give it but please do so and do it frequently as you have the means.

You have been amazing over the years and your support has been immeasurable. You could have placed your input and support in any number of places but you landed here. I love and appreciate that. I’m excited about what the new year will hold. January 29th 2020, will mark the 3rd anniversary of Mirror Time. I’m hopeful for more smiles, more subscribers, more laughs, more shares, more growth, and much more introspective thoughts. I hope that we have done a decent job of encouraging that. Subscribing and commenting here may seem little to you but I’m reading the comments and hearing the voice of many of our friends (on and offline) and I believe your “little”means a lot.

Then he sat down opposite the offering box, and watched the crowd putting coins into it.. Many rich people were throwing in large amounts. And a poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, worth less than a penny. He called his disciples and said to them, “I tell you the truth, this poor widow has put more into the offering box than all the others. For they all gave out of their wealth. But she, out of her poverty, put in what she had to live on, everything she had.”  (Mark 12:41-44) 

Editor’s Notes from the MTWMY Desk

Hey guys,

I’m overwhelmed at the growth of our subscriber base and readership. I learned through my culinary travels that low and slow is the best way to marinate and create flavor in some of my favorite dishes. I am pretty sure that this process of building this blog is similar, if not, identical. Thank you for the supportive comments, emails, and texts. They have been phenomenal and so helpful.

Just in case, you are joining our growing family for the first time, you may not get what Mirror Time is all about. This blog was birthed through some hard lessons that I had to learn. I was at a period in life where I wanted to assign blame onto others and point fingers based on my own standard and judgments. Life taught me that before I can look at the behavior of others, I needed to first look at myself. Matthew 7:5 is a harsh assessment of the same type of behavior but very fitting. I realized my utter failure and was hopeful that my blog, my words, my experiences would help others avoid what I eventually went through.

If I haven’t accomplished this already, please allow me to encourage you. Every article I publish has something in it for you no matter where you are in life and no matter your background and what you may think about yourself and your current place in life. At the end of the day, we are humans with hurts, pains, confusion, and hopes for a better tomorrow. It’s the truth that is still often concealed.

Hopefully, my next words are not hypocritical but social media has become undesirable. You probably can find a mean-spirited meme faster than you can find an encouraging, heart-warming article. That’s sad but it’s the struggle and the struggle is real.

Please take the opportunity to assess where you are. Think about what you entertain and how much of it you devour. Is it really good for you long term? Is it healthful or more  “fast food”? Does it uplift or does it tear down? Does it build up or does it destroy? At the end of the day, it’s all about being intentional about what we need and what we are willing to sacrifice to get there. It’s start with that minute, that day, that moment, that decision and goes forward from there.

Mirror Time is here. There are several other like minded persons, bloggers, and authors that want to be a help to others. I’m not deluded into thinking my blog is the only one attempting this. I know what it’s like to need someone and the crowd of people in your life don’t have the answer, the support system, or the wisdom to help you be where you need to be. 197 articles so far, thousands more to go. If you’re even considering reading us and subscribing with us, I’m grateful for that.

Thanks with love and appreciation,

Mr. Yu

Staying Power

Hey guys,

Thank you so much for all of the likes, comments, and new subscriptions this year. It really has meant a lot. I know bloggers get a bad rap and are the butt of a lot of jokes but I stand behind Mirror Time and I’m grateful so many of you stand behind me too. Blogging can get “me-centered” if we let it but it’s awesome to support each other and help lift each other up. (stepping down off of soapbox)

Ever notice how easy it is to simply avoid an uncomfortable situation rather than confront the conflict? That is a lesson that we are seeing play out big time lately. 

Baseball was always my first love but in the neighborhood I grew up in, it was rarely encouraged. In my teens and young adult years, I fancied myself a pretty good basketball player. I was always thrust into the role of the power forward, (or the 4 position) even though I was 5’10”. I was really quick, strong in the paint, and had an excellent jump shot (contested or uncontested). Unlike my peers in Brooklyn and on Staten Island, I had no dreams of the NBA. I lacked the passion for that. No matter how strong I started off a five on five, stamina was my undoing. Late into games, it would adversely affect my shooting, my defense, everything. I ran track and field for years and spent many hours in the gym daily but my cardio work was minimal to say the least. I would grudgingly embrace leg day but didn’t care for the treadmill, jogging, or the stationery bike.

Collectively, we are becoming a generation that want results without the efforts, the glory without the sacrifice. This is our burden. We want to be the strongest, the fastest, the smartest and the best while ignoring the necessary intangibles. Do we teach determination the same way we teach dominance? Do we encourage perseverance and patience over perfectionism? The tortoise and the hare reference comes to mind. It really doesn’t matter how fast you start out of the box and how far you are ahead of your opponent but it matters how you finish the race. Knowing what you’re running the race for doesn’t hurt either.

“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.” (I Corinthians 9:24-25 NIV)

There is a rarely used proverb that is applicable here. ““Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards are in bloom.” The little foxes are the little  areas that pose a threat, obstacles, or dangers to our success. We do ourselves a disservice by avoiding or running away from the wall we need to get over to get to our breakthrough. We just need to address our stamina in our quest to do accomplish this.

What Have You Done?

You guys remember the popular phrase in the 1990s “What Would Jesus Do”? It was supposed to be a reminder to act in a certain manner that accurately reflects the love of Jesus and a moral standard of how to act, respond, and essentially live daily. At least, that was supposed to be the plan. It didn’t originate in the 90’s and can be traced as far back as 1421, believe it or not.

After some time, like most things that are important but religious in nature, they became a parody as did this movement of sorts. How well did that bracelet or t-shirt remind us of our responsibilities as a believer in Jesus Christ? Are we truly willing to do what Jesus did?

The holiday season is a fitting cautionary tale of commitment being tested. Sadly, this is the time of year (guess you can include the Summer as well) where events, activities, and such are scheduled (or unscheduled and spontaneous) in favor of what we have previously committed. There is a proverb that teaches us that integrity requires that we do what we promise and do not change, even it hurts. (Psalms 15:4) That’s essentially a lesson on character and sacrifice. It’s not easy to do but necessary to walk like Christ, our fitting example, did. Isn’t that what the believer of Jesus Christ is supposed to do?

Apply this where you see fit. Evaluate the cracks and crevices of your life. Look at you first. Do you put your family before your commitment to Christ? Are you viewing your duties to your church as equal or different from your duty to the Lord Himself? Is a “little white lie” acceptable because God knows your heart? Are you honestly willing to do what Jesus did? Are you willing to follow His example? Here is an example of what Jesus asks of us. Ponder this in the mirror of your commitments and with maturity as the goal.

As they were walking along, someone said to Jesus, “I will follow you wherever you go.” But Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head.” He said to another person, “Come, follow me.” The man agreed, but he said, “Lord, first let me return home and bury my father.” But Jesus told him, “Let the spiritually dead bury their own dead!l Your duty is to go and preach about the Kingdom of God.” Another said, “Yes, Lord, I will follow you, but first let me say good-bye to my family.” But Jesus told him, “Anyone who puts a hand to the plow and then looks back is not fit for the Kingdom of God.” (Luke 9:57-62)

Sorry ‘Bout Your Luck

I had a very interesting discussion with one of my daughters sometime in 2001. As a collective household, we were experiencing the now-normal growing pains that comes with pre-teens and teens trying to find their way in this crazy world. It sounds pretty normal even when I read the words back that I just typed. I laugh internally when someone complains their little ones are wracking their nerves. I want to tell them to reserve some nerves because they will need the rest for what adolescent life has in store. Honestly, no one can adequately prepare you for what’s coming.

My daughter and I were, in effect, at a crossroad. We didn’t agree on her trajectory and it made our household a proverbial powder keg every single day. We needed to have a “Come To Jesus” meeting with as much Jesus as possible. My wife and I expressed our love for her and encouraged her in how important and valuable we thought she was.  After nearly an hour, she finally declared that she was too young to put her life and desires on hold to “live for Jesus”. She wanted to party. She wanted to date boys. She wanted to be free to come and go as she pleased at any time of night or day without being questioned. She wanted freedom from what she saw as a tyrannical, restrictive rule. She wanted emancipation. She felt she had time to get her life on track and perhaps choose Jesus later after she had her fun. We agreed to disagree. She was willing to play the ultimate game of chance.

These are the kind of stories that break my heart. There’s no greater angst than watching someone you love walk a path you know has a detrimental end (because you’ve walked it) and you can’t get them to turn around. All you can do is watch and wait and pray. It’s the most helpless feeling one could experience.

I wholeheartedly believe that if I were left to my own devices, I would screw my life all the way up as well as the lives of those around me. How do I know that? Because that’s exactly what happened and I was culpable for what took place. If you bet on yourself, you better be aware of the cost. Jonah caused an entire ship and its crew to nearly sink just because he ran away from his responsibilities.

I believe I am intelligent, educated, and possess book and street smarts and I STILL wouldn’t trust myself to run mines or anyone else’s life. That’s a responsibility and obligation that has eternal consequences. You don’t want to get that wrong.

Anybody ever picked a fruit before it was fully ripe? How did it taste? Did it make your eyes twitch because it was too tart or too bitter? Did you immediately regret not waiting? There’s nothing like eating a fruit that has a fully developed flavor. Timing is everything.

Ultimately, we have to face the reality of a permanently closed account —no more transactions — no last second reprieves —- no do-overs. If there is any game to be played, it should be the long game. Not thinking in terms of seconds and minutes but in terms of months and years and decades. The fruit of tomorrow comes from the seeds of today.

Nothing in all creation is hidden from God’s sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account. (Hebrews 4:13 NIV)

 

More Beautiful Than Diamonds

Growing up where I did, the indirect message of “Every man for themselves” and “Mind your own business” was deafening. I’ve seen my hometown’s citizens walk over dead bodies in the street. I’ve seen our citizens turn their radios and televisions up louder to drown out the blood curdling screams of our neighbors. We learned the harrowing lesson to close our eyes. So…..The only feasible explanation for why I care about people so much is my experience and relationship with Jesus Christ. I have given the shirt off my back and the shoes off my feet. I never really expected anything in return. Just did what I would want done for me if roles were reversed.

But what I am seeing most recently is that regardless of religious stances, moral platitudes, and attempts at Good Samaritanism, people invest time in what they care about. They may smile when they see you. You might get a hug. They may declare that they’ll try harder to make time to connect. But when you’re not “in sight”, your value in others’ eyes is diminished. Might be wise to value yourself and if you are fortunate to locate someone who sees you as valuable too, value them as well.

I don’t know where you are today and I don’t know what you’re challenged with but I do know that you have definitive value. You were made from a grand design. Forged from the destiny’s blueprint. Handcrafted with purpose and specificity. You’re no accident and neither is anything happening to you today.

There’s more to you than what your mirror shows. Sure, you got scars and bruises, bumps and blemishes but they don’t make you ugly. They just remind us of the struggles we have survived with the stories we’re now privileged to tell. Today is another day I get to learn how to be compassionate, how to love, how to withstand judgement, how to be forgiving and kindhearted, how to shine brighter than your circumstances.

You’re more beautiful than diamonds. At least, I think you are.

Here Today….

Talking about my personal life isn’t a new thing on Mirror Time. Just a few days, I experienced what I would describe as a “near death event”. I honestly don’t know how else to describe it. I ran through it over and over in my mind since the event. I knew someone might ask and I wanted to be as concise as possible. I didn’t want to exaggerate or downplay it. This was an unenviable position.

Scared? Yes. Sober? Very. I honestly questioned if I was ready to go. I pondered if I have done enough of what I was here to do. I was indeed scared. Not afraid to die. Afraid to have not loved to my fullest potential. It’s possible to have the nicest watch and still be unaware of the time.

Taking this life for granted is so dangerous. And so painfully common. I see it on social media so often. People say what they want for maximum effect. People trying to get random strangers to “like” their thoughts. People want 5,000 friends to boost them up and give them value. Authentic trumps superficial in the mirror of life and death. We waste so much precious time. You may never see it in a post or a news story but it is arguably this life’s greatest tragedy.

I was lying on my living room floor and I didn’t have 5,000 friends to pick me up. I would’ve settled for just one. One was more than enough. I’m grateful that I had one friend that loved me enough to hold me up, with the knowledge that I would’ve done the same. I had a different sympathy for those who fall ill or have health issues. It’s scary by itself but so much scarier when you’re alone.

So……. I’m still here. Still standing. I honestly can’t say that I could’ve been dead. But by the grace of God, I have the honor to live and write again. I’ll never take this for granted again. I pray that I’m effective with all that I’ve been given in this life and not bury those goods in the ground. One step. One day. At a time.

Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will travel to such and such a city and spend a year there and do business and make a profit.”Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring — what your life will be! For you are like vapor that appears for a little while, then vanishes. Instead, you should say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.” (James 4:13-15)

 

Mary, Martha, is that you?

I know them both intimately. Mary wants to worship. She is seeking a deeper meaning for her life and worship is the only approach she knows. She’s tried artificial enhancements and superficial add-ons but nothing else seems to satisfy. She’s literally thrown her hands up. She needs more than what meets the eye.

Martha is a servant. She loves to help others. I don’t know where she got this admirable trait from but she excels at it. She is always willing to lend a hand. She believes it’s her duty and responsibility to serve and she’s dogged about it, even to the detriment of other things. Duty based ministry is a pendant she wears with pride. She pays great attention to the details. The vase out of place or the tablecloth needing to be adjusted. There’s just some very important details she never even considered.

She, like many of us so if we’re honest, prioritized duty over worship. She mistakenly believed that her service in doing made her valued in being. She may have thought these things defined who she was. Not serving. Not cleaning. Not doing may have been a slow death for Martha. She needed to stay busy to stave off feeling worthless. Martha wanted to do things for the Master. Mary threw herself at the feet of the Master. In this context, and in our real lives, there’s a huge difference. Hopefully, we are able to see it while we can.

Counting The Costs

No two celebrate it quite the same way but I was blessed to celebrate another birthday yesterday. No party. No balloons. No music. No elaborate themed event. No gifts. No friends. No surprises. Just me drenched in self reflection, assessing what I have accomplished with this year I have been so privileged to have. Is it possible to not immediately think about the Parable of the Talents in moments like these? I wouldn’t know.

I’ve honestly been blessed with a rich life. I, in no way, think I’m content with where I am. Sometimes I get a reminder that I have sowed some good seed and made a lasting positive impact. Or that I have been a consistent, authentic friend and I was appreciated. Maybe a big hug just because I was there for somebody. I might even get a glimpse of the shirt I took off my back so someone wouldn’t have to go without. They wore it better than I did and I am grateful for that too. Deep down, I know I’m richer than my financial challenges and my spiritual struggles indicate.

If I was my own accountant, assessing all the sales and expenditures, my books would be pretty unbalanced. It looks like I gave much more than I received this year. It looks like I expended more energy in comparison to the dividends that came back to me. If I was my own accountant, I would expect a little more gratitude from those who I stood up with all night, holding their hands, and praying with them until they could rest. If I was my own accountant, I would expect a sincere “thank you” and stronger gestures of friendship and relationship in return. I’m not my own accountant. The Lord does the filing, assessing, documenting, bookkeeping, and recording.

“No creature is hidden from him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give an account.” (Hebrews 4:13 csb)

I got a great reminder that even at our worse, there is someone that is suffering with much worse. I had minutes of lamentation because I hoped that I made enough of an impact that someone would “see” value in me, especially yesterday. Then I thought about “Mike” that lives under an overpass who celebrated his birthday in loneliness and isolation. He can’t be concerned with a cupcake with a single candle because he has to locate his next meal to stave off the specter of starvation. I think about “Saree” who is so on fire for Jesus Christ that her desire for missions caused her entire family to abandon and disown her. She was beaten by her family and forcibly removed from her home because she refused to deny Him. Are they lonely because they weren’t good friends? Or are they lonely because they refused to compromise what matters? Are you willing to stand even if it means standing alone?

People routinely lie on Jesus but He never lies.

“As they were traveling on the road someone said to him, “I will follow you wherever you go.”

Jesus told him, “Foxes have dens, and birds of the sky have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Luke 9:57-58)

“Don’t assume that I came to bring peace on the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I came to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law; and a man’s enemies will be the members of his household. The one who loves a father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; the one who loves a son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me.” (Matthew 10:34-37 csb)

Count the cost of an effort BEFORE engaging in it or run the risk of being embarrassed when you’re unable to complete it. I don’t know the number of my years but at the end of them, I want to hear these words from my father: “Well done, you’ve served me well and faithfully!”

Maybe we measure success in life by the awards and accolades. By the cheers and applause. By the praise that flows from the lips of men. By gifts and well-wishers. Was I successful? Did I make the most of the talents I was so fortunate to have? Are they buried in the ground or are they in their proper place, exponentially growing with interest?

Was I truly successful this year? I am not sure. I’ll ask my accountant.

For Those Who Want, Will…

It’s getting easier each day to make the easy choice – choose the path of least resistance. Avoid the drama. Keep it simple. Join the group. Rally against “them”. Speak your truth. Give them a piece of your mind. Do it your way. Add water and stir. Done in 45 seconds. It’s the offer on the proverbial table every day in every situation. The harder choice could cost us much or even cost us everything.

For the past 23 years, I have devoted my life to the idea of sacrifice, hardship, and submission to a very specific lifestyle. I have given my life to Jesus Christ. Not the idea of a Savior who can deliver me from bad stuff, or the idea of a King who would bring a new kingdom and finally give me justice. But to a very real person to whom I am daily engaging in relationship and to whose words I aspire to live by and apply to EVERY area of my life. I am set on a course to lead a godly life.

I realize a lot of people, television, radio personalities, relatives, and friends that have made similar proclamations but you don’t see any difference between you and them and that’s fair and honest. Some say “God’s not finished with me” or “I’m not perfect. He’s still working on me”. That’s valid only if they’re still on the altar of sacrifice. If we have gotten up before He is finished working on us, we are not subject to His work. We are doing our own thing and, in effect, lying on God. That nullifies the impact you should be seeing in the lives of the believer. Some in my circle would call that hypocrisy.

I have traveled it so long that there is no going back for me. I have to daily put myself back onto that altar or I violate the instruction in Romans 12:1 and I nullify all that I had hoped to achieve on this course.

“..in view of the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your true worship.” (Romans 12:1 CSB)

There are groups of people who are under the belief that because they lived particularly hard lives, choosing a godly life will alleviate their hardships and the road will be paved with ease. Paul replies to this train of thought with a verse from 2 Timothy 3:12: “In fact, all those who want to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.”

Paul didn’t even say “all those who are living a godly life”. He said “all those who want to live a godly life in Christ Jesus.” If it’s your intention to live this kind of life, you’ll face hardship. Please understand just because people are talking and tweeting about your lifestyle choices doesn’t mean you’re being persecuted. When people/organizations employ threats and intimidation to keep you from creating inventions that solve homelessness and programs that fix world hunger and poverty), then you’ll have a glimpse of what persecution looks like. When people want to kill you because you are becoming a voice for human rights or advocating clean water for all, then you’ll have a glimpse of what persecution looks like. Living a godly life very often means that you stand in direct opposition to things that are “good for business” or the status quo.

Opposition might be fellow “believers” that consistently block your to progress, or politicians targeting what you believe in to get votes or family members that think it doesn’t take the effort you’re putting into this life or maybe that good friend that would rather you spend more time with them than on your own self-improvement. You can do praiseworthy things and still be met with criticism. People who know you and see your works will still misunderstand your motives. Those with no aspirations of their own will speak against your goals and confound your projects deliberately.

If you believe that the world crucified the Son of God, there should be no doubt that the same world will be hostile to you as you desire to live after the example of Jesus Christ. Misunderstood. Mistreated. Falsely accused. All par for the course. But here’s the good part. If you will follow the ultimate example of godly living, you’ll possess the same victory and the same sweet reward. You are a member of a family much larger than you originally thought. You are part of a kingdom that will not be crushed under tyrannical rule or overtaken by marauders. You are a joint-heir and shareholder! You are royalty despite your current situation! You are His offspring so every blessing imaginable is yours by heritage! You are blessed!

Jesus died and rose and we that believe and suffer will rise with Him. That’s better than good news. That’s great news.

One Of These Things…

One of these things is not like the other…..one of these things just doesn’t belong.

We have been introduced and entertained by the idea of the fox in the hen house. They were planted seeds in our childhood in our favorite cartoons and story books. We were taught to identify when someone didn’t fit and stood out from the rest of us. (That could speak volumes to the way we currently treat people who look differently or act differently than the rest of us but that’s a story for another time.) The fox looks, moves, and responds different than the hens. The wolf has tendencies and inclinations that the sheep simply don’t have. They are completely different in form and intent. Their desires and their goals are not at all aligned. One desires peace and tranquility and the other thrives in the frenetic mayhem and bloodlust. One wants to devour the other to survive and the other just wants to not be devoured and survive.

I’m more convinced than ever that we are in a realm of “dulled senses”. We don’t smell, hear, or view situations as sharply and discerningly as we need to. We know what the other hens smell like but the fox can be in our midst and we can’t detect him. We even have the poor vision to place the fox in charge of watching the sheep. That’s a sad reality.

Why do we accept lies so easily?

I remember a couple that I used to go to church with many years ago. They would attend every Sunday morning in their “Sunday best” and seemed to fit in just like anyone else. Nothing about them necessarily stood out from the rest of the pack (pun intended). Lay leaders would begin to befriend them and inquire about their marriage relationship and their children and they would allow these inquirers to make assumption. They would never correct them or share any details of their situation but they were not married. I only know that because they asked me to pray for them on a few occasions and I asked for more details, in order to pray more effectively, and I discovered this truth in that process. They presented the image that they were but were actually living together and were hesitant to reveal this to others. Perhaps out of pride, fear, or shame or all three. I don’t pretend to know. Even in retrospect, I honestly and wholeheartedly believe that the inquiring lay leaders didn’t want to rock the boat and have to say or do something that made them uncomfortable and had opted to “pretend” that this was a married couple with God’s consent to make it easier on themselves, without regard for the lives of the parties involved. Some characterize that as a “little white lie” but it had significance. Clearly, they were boyfriend and girlfriend but they were not husband and wife. That was a smaller issue in comparison that it became a lie that left the private confines of a household and became a commonly accepted but untouched truth in the place God is supposed to be honored.

How does a sexual predator get promoted to the Director of a children’s ministry? How does a dishonest businessman become a State Treasurer? Seeking the answers to “how” is becoming a lost art. The answer is, literally and figuratively, ground breaking and life-changing.

There was a recent news story about it but this is also as common today as the aforementioned themes in our Saturday morning cartoons. If the enemies of your nation freely send spies into your country to learn your habits and tendencies and gain intelligence from you, why do we accept the lie that our adversary, whose primary goals is to kill, steal, and destroy,  will not send spies into our churches and religious organizations to learn your habits and tendencies and gain intelligence from you? That’s a tough pill and I know it but the fact remains we tell ourselves that our church is off limits. This can’t happen in our house! I’m sure you can think of a couple times where there was national tragedy when a fox was left unchecked in the hen house or a wolf was allowed to sit in the back of a church and the sheep or the shepherd never even noticed he was there until it was too late.

Your house. Your friendship circles. Your religious organization. Your church. Your family. There is no boundary off limit when you are at war. As long as there is a wolf and there is sheep, there will be opposition, confrontation, and conflict. One wants to, at the very least, frustrate your plans and get you to come down from building and at the most, would like to see your work destroyed and your reputation obliterated. The other just wants to grow and do what’s right and hear the Lord say “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”

Your house. Your friendship circles. Your religious organization. Your church. Your family. There is no boundary off limit when you are at war. And even if you have opted to set up shop among your enemies and even become like them to keep the peace, it doesn’t negate the fact that a war rages and a side must be chosen.

One of these things is not like the other…..one of these things just doesn’t belong.

 

Come Too Far To Come Down Now

I have a friend named Nehemiah who received devastating news. “The remnant in the province, who survived the exile, are in great trouble and disgrace. Jerusalem’s wall has been broken down, and its gates have been burned.” His hometown was destroyed and his countrymen were hopelessly in peril. (It would be akin to Brooklyn being completely obliterated and my relatives and friends scattered and disgraced.)

How did my friend respond? He grieved in mourning for days, fasting and praying. Not super-abnormal but the next thing he did was. “Lord, the God of the heavens, the great and awe-inspiring God who keeps his gracious covenant with those who love him and keep his commands…I confess the sins we have committed against you. Both I and my father’s family have sinned.” It’s common to use “we” when we want to be credited for something good but use “you” or “they” when distancing ourselves from something negative or displeasing. Nehemiah said “we” have acted corruptly. He included himself in his people’s unfaithfulness because he recognized he was unfaithful too. If we’re honest, we can learn from his selfless prayer.

Nehemiah went a step further and used his considerable influence to do a work that others may have only thought of but no one cared to do. “If it pleases the king, and if your servant has found favor with you, send me to Judah and to the city where my ancestors are buried, so that I may rebuild it.” He got letters of recommendation, financial backing, and resources for the building project, all in an effort to please the Lord. I’m sure we all know someone who has access to resources but would never lift a finger to help another. Hopefully we know someone who has such resources and favor and would gladly help others in need.

Despite constant threats of violence and death, Nehemiah kept building. Can you identify that someone in your life who is content with never seeing you succeed or grow beyond where you are? The crab in the crab bucket so to speak? Maybe there is a “building project” in you somewhere waiting to come forth.

Nehemiah further impressed me by exhibiting a unity rarely seen in today’s times. They protected each other, kept eyes on the prize, and remembered the “why” with a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other. “Don’t be afraid of them. Remember the great and awe-inspiring Lord, and fight for your countrymen, your sons and daughters, your wives and homes.” Although spears and shields were present, this battle was one of a different sort. Choose your fights wisely. They won’t all be physical in nature.

While building, Nehemiah found out that those alongside him were presently enslaving their own kinfolk with debts, taxes, high interest, and other heavy burdens. Thankfully, this was quickly corrected and repented of but had this hypocrisy not been exposed, who knows how the project would’ve been affected! We need to be very careful about who we align ourselves with and who fights alongside us!

Some day, you’ll be tasked with a life-changing, generation-altering work that benefits others more than it does you and “they” will try to get you to put down your tools and put down your sword and come down off that wall. They may want to harm you, distract you with something easier, or stop you out of jealousy. Tell them “Oh No!” like Nehemiah did. “I am doing important work and cannot come down. Why should the work cease while I leave it and go down to you?”

Don’t drop your tools to build and your sword to fight. We will definitely need a heart after the Lord’s to do either effectively and with any significance.

Reflections of a Broken Life

Every once in a while, I have to remind my readers why I created Mirror Time. Every once in a while, I need a reminder myself.

We live in a crazy, often ugly world, friends. We side with people who have then good intentions. We retweet and share thoughts that come from less than healthy places. If only things were as easy as just labeling and classifying people and intentions but it’s not.

There is a quote that I think speaks to where I want to go with this article.

“Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.” ~ Soren Kierkegaard

I heard an outstanding sermon recently about a blind man whose sight rivaled those who were not blind.

Mark 10:46-52 tells us the account of a man known as “Blind Bartimaeus”. No one wants to be known for their malady. Who wants to be called “Deaf Daniel” or “Handicapped Harriet”? No one of course. But this man was remembered for what afflicted him. But he’ll also be remembered for having something that everyone around him didn’t know he had: vision. If you decide to read this account, you will find a man whose faith took him to a place where his voice was very unlikely to be heard and his presence was far less likely to be significant. He saw a different life from the confines of the life he had.

The people around him saw a blind beggar and someone that will never see his sight returned. What do the people around you see when they look at you? What do you see when you look at yourself in a clear mirror?

I see someone that is broken. It hurts me deeply when people break their promises to me but I break my promises to the Lord more times than I want to admit. I get angry when people hurt each other with words but I say sharp things to those that I love. Both are words that we can’t take back. It’s never my goal but I’ve been hypocritical and judgmental and imbalanced still I know I could have better and do better. I’m living a broken life. Sorry in advance if this saddens or disappoints you but my life isn’t my best life. My life isn’t the good life. Even if it’s better than what it used to be or far more fortunate than someone else’s by comparison, it still is broken and imperfect. I don’t have it altogether. I am not blind in the way Bartimaeus was but he saw some things better back then than I do right now. He was unashamed to cry out to the Savior. He didn’t care about what people thought. He just wanted to be free, no matter what it costs.

Rest assured, people will take pleasure in tearing down what they think your life has rebuilt into. They will disparage your name. They will block your path to healing and peaceful existence and inject chaos, mischief, and drama, especially if it is all that they know themselves. What’s always of utmost importance is what you know.

You know how I know it’s broken? I’ll try to answer it with two of my favorite passages in all of Scripture.

“But prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. For if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. But one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does.” (James 1:22-25 NASB)

“And so, dear brothers and sisters, I plead with you to give your bodies to God because of all he has done for you. Let them be a living and holy sacrifice—the kind he will find acceptable. This is truly the way to worship him. Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.”(Romans 12:1-2 NLT)

No, it doesn’t feel pleasant but I’m fine with being broken. Every day I breathe, I see something else and give God a little more. Ideally, I want Him to have it all. Daily, I strive to let go of my grip so He can. At the end of the day, who is a more excellent option to put broken pieces back together again and better than ever than the One who made all the pieces in the first place?

Take a look. What do you see?

Your World Heavyweight Champion

Welp. The struggle is real.

The proof is undeniable: We live in a world of microwave solutions. Make it bigger. Make it faster. I want to be stronger but I don’t want to lift. I need to get good grades but I don’t want the discipline of study. I want the benefits of friendship without the effort of being consistently friendly and trustworthy. We’re between a rock and a hard place but we won’t choose either because they’re both more difficult than we want. “God, please make it easier!”, we cry.

Was there an earlier route than a horrifying crucifixion? Or 40 years in the wilderness? What would it have produced in those that endured it if there was? Are you aware of what it takes to make a diamond? How about the process of making olive oil? What about the production of gold or silver?

Intense heat. Resistance. Boiling temperatures. Grinding. Separation. Pressure. From this, something unique and incredible is produced. Something special and unforgettable is forged. Something stellar and epic happens!

But nowadays, facing the growth spurt in the wilderness is frowned. We’re looking for the shortcut to success. A detour around the valley. Give us anything but the process!

Very few want to earn their wage. Many would rather steal yours than work for theirs. Integrity has become a rare commodity in a world where everyone wants to win. And if we can’t win, we want a trophy for our participation. Give us anything but the process!

I fear we’ve lost our drive to break barriers and do what is considered impossible. Today, we’d rather buy a championship than to get into the center of the ring and duke it out. Give us anything but the process!

We want greatness without suffering. Maturity without tears. Experience without years. Wisdom without error. Lord, I know you have great things for me but please, if it be possible, give me anything but the process! I want the promise but I don’t want the process!

Maybe it’s just my perspective and not shared by you but I’ve learned the best champions retain humility, a mind to work hard, and lack complacency because they have been through the process. They remember what it’s like to have nothing. They recall less than fondly the “wish” sandwiches, wishing there was some meat in it. They know what it’s like to not have two pennies to rub together. They are acquainted with the struggle. They’ve retained the fight that helped them get through. They didn’t lose their edge!

What challenge are you avoiding facing? Where have you stopped fighting and have given in? Where have you relinquished your victory? Stand up, Champ. Keep moving forward, Champ. The battle is already won, Champ. All you need to do is stand!

“Don’t you know that the runners in a stadium all race, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way to win the prize. Now everyone who competes exercises self-control in everything. They do it to receive a perishable crown, but we an imperishable crown. So I do not run like one who runs aimlessly or box like one beating the air. Instead, I discipline my body and bring it under strict control, so that after preaching to others, I myself will not be disqualified.” (I Corinthians 9:24-27 CSB)

White Noise

I can be sitting in my recliner at the back of my man-cave, exhausted from a long work day, checking unanswered messages and emails on my phone with reruns of Big Bang Theory, Bones, and Chicago PD playing in the background and not be watching an ounce of it. Background noise.

I can be sitting in my bedroom, peering out of my window with my laptop, mentally tearing through the short list of topic ideas for Mirror Time or an upcoming book. All this while having my I-tunes playlist blaring in the background. The songs don’t contribute to my work but they’re just an appendage to my process. Also background noise.

If we’re not actively listening or it doesn’t touch the heart of where you are. It’s likely background noise.

No matter how many times you hear the top news story, if it doesn’t prompt you to think differently or consider tangible change, it may be background noise. It does not register. It doesn’t make a meaningful impact on you. It is, in effect, meaningless and empty. A hubbub or a commotion. A momentary distraction. Or annoying chatter. It is simply noise.

How many times have you walked through a department store where you worked or shopped and that song is playing over the loudspeaker every time? And how many times did you find yourself humming that same annoying song long after you left the building? Yep. That white noise that was the backdrop for your shopping spree has found a home in your head. It might take weeks to get rid of it now.

It’s uncanny how seamless these sounds in the background of our life can worm their way into our consciousness. I would imagine that this is possible with any variation of this “noise”. In media circles, this noise often serves to mask or obscure critical information that we need with fodder that we don’t need. In musical circles, this noise could be a voice speaking a word or phrase, lowered to almost a near inaudibility and buried under strings and pulsating beats.

We may all be guilty of this, listening for the larger, more outward sounds and ignoring or suppressing the smaller but more vital aspects of what we entertain. Little things do mean a lot. I’m sure you’ve seen an analogy of this in conversations. It’s not always what the person that’s talking to you says. It’s more important what they are not saying to you.

These days, we focus on headlines that evoke fear, panic, and euphoria but the stories that should provoke personal and moral growth and change in us are shoved into the background. To top it all off, we’ve become woefully unwilling to read and listen to the whole story in any situation. We crave the headlines but despise the content.

I don’t doubt that we are hearing a lot of chatter, perhaps more than any other time in our history, but one thing hasn’t changed. We hear what we want to hear no matter what’s actually being said. Let’s consider changing that. Let’s actively listen and see what we can learn.

Tim and Bobby

Please allow me to share a story.

“Both Tim and Bobby were overweight to the point of being unhealthy. They decided to do something drastic so they responded to an ad for a weight loss program. Their goal was to each lose forty pounds. They were taken to separate areas in the woods called “compounds”. For 6 weeks, they were locked away in these compounds that were purported to have the perfect ingredients to lose weight.

What they didn’t know was this program was actually a research laboratory studying the effects of diets, weight loss, and exercise. Tim was placed in a spacious compound to help him lose weight. It had an abundance of natural, healthy, low fat and low calories foods and no junk food. running trails, swimming pools, exercise equipment and every morning Tim would be greeted and surrounded with fit and trim people, motivating him to exercise and eat right —all the proper conditions to lose weight. Bobby was placed in a tiny cabin that had no exercise equipment and very few fruits and vegetables. There were plenty of movies and videos with highlighting high calorie foods and sweets. Everyone Bobby saw was obese and the conditions were not good to lose weight.

They would weigh in every 2 weeks and at the first weigh-in, Tim lost 15 pounds but Bobby gained 2 pounds. Tim was very irritated with Bobby’s effort. “We agreed we were going to work hard and lose weight together. That’s why we paid good money to be in this program. How could you waste it? It seems like you’re not even trying.”

Bobby tried to explain but Tim wouldn’t listen. Bobby became more and more depressed at his condition and how his best friend wouldn’t listen to him. Upon another weigh-in, Tim lost 19 pounds and Bobby gained 10 pounds.
Tim became more and more frustrated with his friend.
“Don’t you realize what opportunity you have here? We’re at the same place and have access to the same chance to lose weight but I’m losing and you’re gaining weight.”
“I don’t think this is a great place to lose weight.”, said Bobby. “There is nothing here but fatty foods and not much room to exercise.”
“You’re wrong”, says Tim. “This is a great place to lose weight. Look how much I lost. You’re just not trying hard enough. When we get back home, the food can be fatty and exercise can be difficult but we have to do it regardless.”

Tim just resigned himself to the fact that Bobby will not lose weight, mainly because he lacked the determination and the discipline. “Maybe Bobby just wants to be overweight”, Tim thought. “He just isn’t motivated.”

In Tim’s case, it is easier to lose weight. In Bobby’s case, it is easier to gain weight. But neither situation is guaranteed.

Tim was under the impression that he and Bobby were in the same place with similar advantages and Bobby’s lack of success was due to his lack of effort and motivation and was unaware of the compound he was placed in. His view is if you simply try, you can succeed and but never took into account or was unaware of the constraints.

Bobby became even more depressed because he felt he was being treated differently and not given a fair opportunity to have the success Tim has. His friend not listening to him and understanding his specific situation damaged and constrained him even more.

Tim may have meant well and may not have intended to be condescending or harsh to Bobby but since Tim could not and didn’t want to see or believe the constraints that create the social problems Bobby faced, and at the very least, actively listen to what Bobby was going through, understanding and unity within a positive support system couldn’t be achieved. Tim chose to believe that they were in the same kind of compound with the same opportunities and facing the same challenges. Tim simply believed that Bobby was being lazy, undisciplined, and unwilling to rise above his circumstances. Tim believed that effort is the remedy to overcome any constraint.

Please feel free to apply this parable where you see fit.

Wait A Minute!

One of the greatest lessons we will ever learn is learning how to wait.

This transcends faith, family dynamic, and socio-economical status. Everyone has to learn this lesson, one way or another, and no one is exempt.

We have stood at bus stops and on subway platforms, looking at our watches and waiting for our ride to work. We wait for the timer to go off so we know our cake is done and ready to be iced. We wait for the weather report to know how our weekend plans will go. We wait for our income tax returns, good news about a promotion, babies to be born, marriage proposals, business opportunities, etcetera, etcetera.

Although very much a part of our normal, waiting is one of the hardest things to do. Mostly because we have learned to act and react. We feel helpless if we’re not doing something to address our needs. How many times have you asked for help, but felt better if you tried to do something to address it yourself, rather than be patient and wait?

Waiting forces you to rely on factors outside of your control. In this case, I remember a King that relied on one much greater than himself. Maybe the story of David will encourage you. (I Samuel 16:1-13)

David, because of the content of his heart, and his character, was chosen to be the next king of Israel but had to wait seven years to see this come to fruition. During that span, he was servant to a king suffering from paranoia and murderous rage, who was intent on killing him so David never saw the throne. David hid in caves, pretended to be insane, live among his sworn enemies, watched his friends be murdered, and lost his entire family and all he possessed. All the while waiting for the promise to come to pass. David was fearful and discouraged and perhaps even confused about why he had to go through this. Anyone of us would probably feel the same.

Still David waited through it all and was and is still known as the greatest king in Israel’s history. Despite his faults, he was indicative of a man after God’s own heart because he trusted God rather than trust his own intellect or abilities. He trusted the One that gave these gifts and abilities to him to honor his promise. While he ran for his life under the constant threat of betrayal and death, the songs that he sung and the words that he wrote have inspired millions upon millions of people. And the bonus? Through his life, we acquired new hope and salvation through Jesus Christ.

If you think about it long enough and make a true evaluation of where you are and who you have become to date, you’ll likely find someone who either waited on God on your behalf through prayer. Or someone that waited on you through authentic friendship and unconditional love. Either way, waiting is a lost art but a profound necessity that we cannot do without. The world around us wants everything right now. No matter your destiny, your purpose, or plan, we all have to wait. If only, for a minute.

Digging Deeper

Some elements of this topic is akin to a cheese to a mouse. In this case, the Christian believer is the mouse and the lust for access to greater levels and dimensions would be the cheese. For decades, at least, we have chased the idea of going further and wider, longer and deeper than those that came before us. We have longed to, or in some cases, built up the idea that we have tapped into something greater than the average person has. One of the biggest reasons why our churches nationally are impotent in their spiritual power and influence. We’re supposed to mirror the acts of the apostles and walking after the example of Jesus Christ in our every day lives, not just on Sunday morning before a packed house. Is that what you see? It all boils down to greed. “We” want influence, fame, and glory but we don’t want the process. Still want to go deeper?

“What do you want me to do for you?” he asked. They replied, “Let one of us sit at your right and the other at your left in your glory.” “You don’t know what you are asking,” Jesus said. (Mark 10:36-38 NIV)

In modern day churches, leaders want to go the next level and become engorged with power without a real analysis of their purpose. We have become contented with standing on platforms with lights, microphones, and smoke machines but we’re averse to standing on street corners among people who don’t look like us, smell or talk like us, and can’t do anything to repay us for any good works we do for them. Still want to go deeper?

“God did extraordinary miracles through Paul, so that even handkerchiefs and aprons that had touched him were taken to the sick, and their illnesses were cured and the evil spirits left them.” (Acts 19:11-12 NIV)

You know what Paul had to endure before these miracles were accomplished through him?

Persecution, false accusation by influential, high ranking women (Acts 13:50); Stoning (Acts 14:19-20); Destroyed friendships/Hindered ministry efforts (Acts 15:36-40); False Imprisonment and public flogging (Acts 16:22-24)…. Still want to go deeper?

The sons of Zebedee, James and John, asked Jesus for high honor in heaven but had done little on the earthly mission they were engaged in. Jockeying for position and arguing amongst themselves about who is the greatest among them. I am under the belief that true greatness is related to sacrifice and humility. If it is not self serving, it’s probably an inauthentic greatness at the end of the day.

I don’t know where you are in the season you find yourself in. As believers, we are being called into deeper things. There’s no disputing that part. What we go through on the road to deep is what we need to reckon ourselves with.

“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is going to be revealed to us.” (Romans 8:18 CSB)

“In fact, all those who want to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.” (2 Timothy 3:12 HCSB)

I know many friends and even some family that love this world so much that the very idea of going through any conflict or trouble is abhorrent to them. They want the tattoo but they don’t want the needle prick. They want the baby but they don’t want the birth pains. Venturing into the deep isn’t about having powerful friends, or fancy suits, or adoring fans. It means sacrificing. It means losing. It means some dreams dashed and new purposes realized. It means current decisions with eternal consequences. It literally could mean everything.

Still want to go deeper?

Someday We’ll All Be Free

Freedom.

A seven letter word that means so much to so many different people. It’s also a widely used word that we generally don’t understand.

Is freedom the ability to condemn those that we don’t like and praise those that uphold our agenda and beliefs?

Is freedom the removal of literal chains from our hands but still retaining figurative chains on our minds?

Is freedom the ability to do live however we want without regard for how it could affect others and without consequences for our loved ones, our neighbors, or our communities?

Is freedom to mean that you are your own god with your own rules and no one can hold you accountable for your actions?

Is freedom an opportunity to let the world know that only your life matters?

Is freedom posting, tweeting, and sharing whatever we feel emboldened to say behind the comfort of a keyboard without repercussion?

Generally speaking, we have gotten really “free” with how we treat others and the words we let fly but are we actually free?

Have you found it challenging to sincerely apologize for your behavior towards someone you were harsh or callous towards? Do you routinely close your eyes to social issues and suppress the need to do more than you have? Has it become easy to simple passively forget rather than actively forgive? Does the sins of your next door neighbor loom larger in your eyes than your own wrongdoing? Are you willing to lie, cheat, and steal to maintain your personal sense of power and security? Are you able to routinely sleep soundly every night and be at rest? How free is freedom really?

I can’t help but think about the latter years of my father’s life. He was a faithful soldier in the Vietnam War and was proud of it. He seemed sad that he had so many medical and physical issues and felt abandoned in a sense. He didn’t have adequate insurance and benefits. His issues plagued him late in life and may have contributed to his passing. There may have been a time or two, at least, where he didn’t feel free.

I felt less than free in my upbringing. The creative side of me made me an instant target. I was not allowed to enjoy the arts, theatre with song and dance, writing music and poetry. It was frowned upon to geek out over scientific discoveries and National Geographic or going to the library just to learn something new. I wasn’t supposed to dream of being a police officer, being a doctor, or going into the military. I was just supposed to be the most that someone who looked like me could be at that time. Whatever that was…..We didn’t have on chains on our hands and feet but we were bound as anyone.

C.S. Lewis said that “no man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good.” We don’t know how much we need true freedom until we turn and face our sins and attempt to unload their weight.

2 Corinthians 3:17 reminds us “that where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.” 

It clearly isn’t found in our clubs, groups, and networks. Liberty isn’t found in a misplaced confidence or in an ideology that only makes you feel good but makes everyone else around you feel worthless. It’s not found in judgment about how someone else lives or how much better you may think you are than they.

Freedom today is more of an appearance of freedom without the actual benefits that should accompany it. If someone can tag you in a post or make a comment on your timeline that makes you “lose your religion”, then you’re not free. That commenter controls you.

If you nurse a grudge regarding your parents, your siblings, or your friends, still unable to forgive them, then you’re not free. You may be raising your children and making new friends but you’re planting seeds of bitterness and pain while expecting a harvest of sweetness and joy. The kind of fruit is the result of the kind of seed.

True freedom is a work in progress with an emphasis on work. Work on the relationship between you and your Maker and perfect that, and then if you have any time left over, then feel free to judge others. Hopefully, we understand a little better today why the caged bird sings……

 

Man On Fire

In retrospect, I could have used different imagery for the article picture and perhaps even the title but I have always prided Mirror Time on being honest, authentic, and heartfelt. Hopefully this will not be a letdown for all my readers out there. I decided to form this article in a unique way.

Disclaimer: Folks, we have a lot of problems and the antics on social media is not going to help us solve them. I have a healthy prayer life so my faith filled friends won’t need to tell me to head back into my prayer closet. I have a strong support system so I am not some dude in my basement angrily tapping on a keyboard, firing vitriol and hate at random. I am a hard worker so my time spent lamenting the ills of this world can be somewhat infrequent. But I am less than accepting of what I see. In fact, I’m fired up.

“And because lawlessness is increased, most people’s love will grow cold.” (Matthew 24:12)

Hey Friends,

I turn on the news just like you and there are a lot of things that make me angry. I see news reports that leave my mouth wide open. I even see headlines that make me question where our country is heading. We share those feelings I’m sure.

I tell people early and often that I hold a rare distinction of knowing more than 85% of my social media “friendships” personally. We went to school together. We worked together. We were really good friends. We were close family. The other 15% are online connections for more than 10 years with common interests and occasional visits with each other. I’ve attended their weddings. I’ve cheered them on at their graduations. Anniversaries. Group vacations. Baptisms. You name it. I’m normally pretty proud of that. I feel like I don’t really know some of you.

I know it’s common to threaten to delete or block people but that’s not what I want. What I do want is to understand why it seems that your words seem to sound like someone that I’m not acquainted with. At the end of the day, we’re still supposed to be friends. Why are you at the forefront of so much negativity? Help me understand your process. You can apologize but once the rock leaves your hand, the damage can’t be undone. Nowadays, we win arguments by shouting louder than the other opinion or mock the other idea until they tire of fighting. That’s not a victory.

Do you think about what will happen after you press “Send”?

Do you put yourself in the shoes of the families that are impoverished, or living in dangerous situations daily?

Do you think about your daughter when you see five year old girls getting gunned down in their homes?

Does your son come to mind when you see a little boy sleeping under a blanket of aluminum foil with head lice and very little food to eat?

Do you really believe a world with just people that look like you is better than what we have?

Does women being routinely raped upset you despite the color of their skin or socio-economical situation?

Have you grown comfortable with the belief that social issues you make light of can never happen to you because of the color of your skin?

Do you believe that anyone offering to help you can’t be trusted because of the color of your skin?

Do you realize that supporting public figure(s) who are casual about sexual assault, rape, and misogyny could adversely affect the view the women in your life have for you?

Is your pride that strong that you don’t need to apologize to your “friends” for comments you make online?

When was the last time you took a long hard look at yourself and didn’t like what you found?

 

Honestly, we are all on fire with some issue or grievance that inflames us and feels intense to us. We may have some position we want to vigorously defend. We might be angry. We may secretly crave power because our upbringing left us powerless. We may want to instinctively attack because we lived through constant attacks. We might be scared. We might be disappointed with the trajectory of our world. We might be concerned about country, life, and liberty but…..

Please, friends, don’t let your love grow cold. It’s one of the key traits that separate us from the animals.

Thanks for listening.

 

“For by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.” (Matthew 12:37)

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HOUSE HUNTERS

My love for traveling has become stronger and stronger with each passing day. I’ve even found myself watching more of the house, beach, and island hunting shows on HGTV. (Yes, there is a show where people buy actual islands. I challenge you to watch “Island Hunters” and not begin to loath or either pity people or find some other strong emotion elicited.)

In watching some of these shows, particularly the one that shares the title of this article, I am realizing many things about people in general. Maybe you can relate.

The more I watch, the more I see it. On these shows and in real life, there are usually two kinds of people that want a home. One wants a home that is move-in ready and the other would welcome a project and the idea of making renovations. Two stark contrasts. Two polar points of view. And two distinctly different ways of approaching relationships. Huh?

Yes, I believe the concept of buying a home and establishing relationships are eerily similar. I know many people who love the idea of building friendships from the ground up. They are open to being transparent and fluid. They establish likes and dislikes, common interests, make compromises of time and schedule, and sacrifice things they favor to accommodate others. They listen actively. They are honestly enthusiastic about taking the “friendship walk” with someone. They recognize that they grow exponentially from the experience.

I also know people who are averse to the idea of establishing anything new and doing the work that comes with it. They like situations ready-made. Attending the fun, activity based fellowships are amenable but anything that requires introspection and sharing and openness is a no-can-do. They like the bones and trappings already completed. No work. No responsibility. No consistent effort. No maintenance required. They enjoy the freedom of moving in and out and living in the situation without having to make the situation livable with any sweat equity.

Are you opposed to moving some furniture around to make the space bigger and more accommodating? Are you cool with knocking down an exterior wall so the area is more inviting and open? Can you live with a slightly longer commute to get to a place you value? Would you sacrifice your convenience and comfort for the good of many? An add here or a take away there? The little details show the world what kind of person we are where it counts.

On these shows and in real life, there are usually two kinds of people that want a home. One wants a home that is move-in ready and the other would welcome a project and the idea of making renovations. Two stark contrasts. Two polar points of view. And two distinctly different ways of approaching relationships.

Which one are you? Honestly.

 

One Day I’ll Be A Tree

Without typing the word “sigh”, just know that I let out a huge one as soon as I started to scribe this article. What a gritty subject we’re going to embark on! I hope you’re ready…and willing. Today, my heart is heavy because many of my family members see the Almighty God as a “best friend” and not someone worthy of respect. They see the local ministry as a place to catch up with old friends and to maintain their “good” standing as a Christian once or twice a month. They see the responsibility as salt and light as an optional, and even seasonal, duty. They don’t recognize that we are in a battle with real and eternal consequences. To them, it’s just not that serious.

There is a parable in the Bible that describes four scenarios that can happen to a seed when it has been sown. Human nature causes us to always pick the scenario when we’re describing ourselves. I’m the good friend. I’m the great listener. I am the generous giver. I’m the one who always gives my friends advice. How many of us will admit that we are not any of those things and that we have a lot of work to do?

Please review Matthew 13:1-23 for the entire teaching. I always ask questions and often I try to provide answers and alternatives. Not today. All the answers will have to come from you.

 

“Consider the sower who went out to sow. As he sowed, some seed fell along the path, and the birds came and devoured them. When anyone hears the word about the kingdom and doesn’t understand it, the evil one comes and snatches away what was sown in his heart. This is the one sown along the path.

1. Have you received instruction from the Word of God but you have yet to do it?
2. Are you consistent with applying the Word of God to your current life?
3. Are you resistant to receiving insight/encouragement from people who you feel are just like you or in a similar situation?
4. Do you think “Oh, great story or great message!” then go back to your normal?
5. Does helpful information given to you usually go in one ear and out the other?
6. Has “your seed” been left out in the open and unprotected?
7. Do you take the Word of God seriously?

 

Other seed fell on rocky ground where it didn’t have much soil, and it grew up quickly since the soil wasn’t deep. But when the sun came up, it was scorched, and since it had no root, it withered away. And the one sown on rocky ground—this is one who hears the word and immediately receives it with joy. But he has no root and is short-lived. When distress or persecution comes because of the word, immediately he falls away.

1. Have you committed the Word of God to memory?
2. Do you have strong relationships within your local fellowship?
3. How personally important is your local church to you and your family?
4. When things are good (like in the summer), does your faithfulness to ministry and people decrease?
5. When you have hard challenges, do you have a strong network of people (besides close family) that you can rely on consistently?
6. Can you recognize the differences between happiness and having joy?
7. Can you say you have treated God’s revelation as precious and treasured?

 

Other seed fell among thorns, and the thorns came up and choked it. Now the one sown among the thorns—this is one who hears the word, but the worries of this age and the deceitfulness of wealth choke the word, and it becomes unfruitful.

1. Where is your job on your list of priorities?
2. Where do you rank your immediate family on that same list?
3. Are you guilty of hearing the preached Word but never applying it?
4. Do you ask a lot of contrary questions because you are finding it hard to accept the Word of God as is?
5. Do you practice what you preach to your co-workers and family members?
6. Are you indifferent about forging a relationship with the Lord?
7. Are you satisfied with being a good Christian or do you need more?

 

Still other seed fell on good ground and produced fruit: some a hundred, some sixty, and some thirty times what was sown. But the one sown on the good ground—this is one who hears and understands the word, who does produce fruit and yields: some a hundred, some sixty, some thirty times what was sown.”

1. Are you genuinely excited about your spiritual growth?
2. Do you make studying the Word of God a part of your lifestyle?
3. Do you surround yourself with people you can learn from?
4. Do you believe that your local ministry is the best place for your spiritual health?
5. Are you motivated to share the Gospel of Jesus Christ with others?
6. Is it important to you to please the Lord?

 

Honestly, which are you?

The seed has already fallen to the ground. Will you become the tree God called you to be?

RE-MEMBER

Happy Memorial Day to all the families and friends who had lost loved ones during the duty of their service to our country. Please accept our condolences from my family to all of yours.

It won’t be long before we begin to smell the burning of charcoal and grilled meats and the popping and crackling of fireworks as has become tradition on this very important day. That, however, is not where my focus lies. As a matter of fact, I believe these traditions are pointless as is the online banter and shouting matches over who deserves what and what this country is supposed to be about. Finger pointing and endless rants that ultimately take away the precious aspect of what this day should be about. We don’t have to look hard to find someone to tell us how we should celebrate or how we must commemorate something important. I don’t want to do that to you. I’ll simply share how I view this day and what it means to me. As customary, you will draw your own conclusions, tap into your own fond memories, and perhaps glean insight from the life of someone else to better help you in yours.

When I think about Memorial Day, I think about my mother who was adamant that I would not serve in the military. It was actually a goal of mines as I was filled with a patriotism and perhaps a sense of duty to America. Her opposition was based on some hard experiences that she never shared with me that I found out about much later. She wanted me to focus on education and making sure I had something. She didn’t want me to be a victim because of the color of my skin and our country’s propensity to forget or neglect some of its citizens and those that have given service to it. Despite what she had seen that greatly affected her, I am assuming at the root of it, she just didn’t want her son to die in someone else’s battle.

When I think about Memorial Day, I think about my father, who served in the Vietnam War and fought valiantly for this country. He fathered me upon his return and left soon after for San Jose, California, where he started another family. I remember his conversations with me many years later once I found him again. I think about the PTSD, depression, nightmares, and related health issues that he believed were carry-over from his time at war.

I am guessing my mother’s reluctance to consent for me to enlist and my father’s physical and mental state are somehow connected. This is just a guess, of course.

When I think about Memorial Day, I think about the fallen warriors that either died too young or died too soon, having so much purpose yet unfulfilled. I think about Old Glory wrapped in a wooden case sitting in my man cave that reminds me of the cost so many have paid. I think about how much liberty I daily possess and how well I daily use it when it comes to how I treat others. I think about how precious life is.

Today is a day we are supposed to remember. What does that mean?

Remember. Re-member. To “call to mind” or “be mindful of actively and purposefully”. It also means to recollect or re-collect. What I see in these definitions is an intentional step towards regaining or re-orienting what is supposed to matter. An active “taking it back”. Even in the pain of loss, especially in that, we should re-align ourselves to what matters and what is vital to our living and re-set so to speak. We need to re-attach ourselves to what provides us with life and essence. We cannot remain among dead things or slowly we die as well. We very simply need to choose life.

I know a lot of people whose entire conversation revolves around what used to be and what they just can’t get past. Remembering what was done on our behalf and recalling sound principles for us to live by isn’t negative. Living in what used to be at the expense of our now and our future is. Remembering, in my humble opinion, speaks to what we should be attached to and why. On Sundays, most people go to church so they can see their friends or so they can get a boost to get them through their upcoming work week. Lots of different motivations depending on who you ask. I need that Sunday morning and that midweek bible study for another reason altogether. I need to remember. I need to re-member. Attach myself again and refresh my memory as to why I do what I do. Why the suffering and the pain is worth it. I need to remember where the strength to stand and fight come from. I need to review why I should complain less and thank the Good Lord more. I need to revisit why I should be grateful and how fortunate I truly am. I need to keep at the forefront of my mind that I am thoroughly blessed. That’s what happens on Sunday mornings for me. In fact, that’s what happens when I open my eyes and step out of that bed every day. I remember. I re-member. I reconnect with something greater than me, a cause that is more important than just what I want. I re-member where I came from and where I know I’m going.

Sorry, Not Sorry

I used the oh-so popular phrase to bring your attention to the reason for this article. We have become extremely callous about how we act, what we say, and how we treat others. That’s not really news. The aspect of this that’s gut-wrenching is that many of us exemplify this behavior as if the Lord approves. Of course, God knows your heart. He also knows how corrupt it is. (Jeremiah 17:9-10) That is where, in my opinion, the real danger is. Those of us that are supposed to know better don’t do better and that’s problematic. We’ll come back to that a little later.

You don’t have to look far to see that the collective hearts around us have grown cold. “A youth brutalizes an 84 year old subway riders just for kicks” or “90 year old senior citizen shoved down the steps by an impatient woman”. Just to name a few. When these men and women sit before a judge and receive the just sentence for their actions, they may shed a tear, they may even weep, but it doesn’t mean they’re sorry for the people they harmed. It may simply mean they are sorry for the liberties they are about to lose. They’re sorry about the freedoms they’ll no longer possess. Which brings me to my next point.

Psalms 51 does a fantastic job at highlighting what true repentance should look like. I have quoted and taught from this psalm for years and even then, I have to step back and look at my own life and how much it doesn’t measure up to this level of contrition. It is humbling but honest. David saw the failure in his relationship with God and it greatly grieved him. Not because he was found in wrongdoing, but because he was at odds with the One he loved. He wasn’t sorry because he did something bad. He was sorrowful that he deeply hurt the One he loved. When we repent, we are turning away from the sin but turning back to that One we presumably love. If we see God as holy and worthy of glory, and worthy of engaging Him in relationship, the more we would see our sinfulness as an affront to that glory and change direction.

“The sacrifice pleasing to God is a broken spirit. You will not despise a broken and humbled heart, God.” – Psalms 51:17 CSB

It is not much different than the son who is grieved with disappointing his parents. This is an imperfect example but there was a time where disappointing my mother caused me great anxiety. It wasn’t because she was too hard on me or because she held such lofty goals that I didn’t want to disappoint her. I knew her. I saw her heart. I respected her. I simply didn’t want to take all her sacrifices for me for granted. I wanted her to be pleased with me because I loved her. David loved the Lord and it was important to him to please Him. Repentance is not just about understanding sin and why we shouldn’t do it. It is about understanding the nature and character of the One to whom we are in relationship with and why walking after His example is ultimately better for us.

So…. how did it get so easy for the believer to say what they want and do what they want to whomever they want? Some of my pastor friends may expound on the sinful nature of man. Some of my social media friends may remind me of Romans 3:23. After that, I will probably still be sitting here with an image in my mind of a bloody, battered, bruised Savior despised and brutalized just so I can obtain something precious.

I think about the gruesome images of his flesh torn from His body and the unimaginable suffering He endured just to give a wretch like me liberty and a salvation from a punishment I rightly deserve.

After all the points and counterpoints, I will probably still be sitting here thinking about all the people who have passed me by over the last 23 years that I never told about the Jesus that I love so much.

Or I might be pondering how in a moment of time I complained and cried “Woe is me” more than I exemplified the invigorating joy of a renewed person who has access to the Answer.

Maybe I will consider how the excitement to engage the One I love in study and worship took a back seat to some other “favorite thing”.

How did it get so easy to be profane when we think it’s justified? How did it get so easy to sit in an assembly of believers and leave the same way we came in, unaffected, unchanged, and unrepentant? How did it get so easy to throw out vows and promises like Halloween candy and forget to uphold any of them? How did it get so easy to pretend that we’re doing just fine but we fear looking into the Mirror (the Word of God) to see what we really look like because we secretly know the answer? How did it get so easy to wear that mask?

We’ve been instructed to “work out our own salvation with fear and trembling”. (Philippians 2:12)

If possible, and you find it valuable to you, echoing the words of Joshua, let’s decide what matters most and turn to that. If you think your children are more important to you than anything, then turn to that. If you think your job is at the top of the priority list, then give yourself to that. If you think it’s all about you and you’re the center of your own universe, then go for it. Please don’t take this as encouragement because I believe every one of the above is some form of idolatry and should never replace the relationship between the Creator and His created. Once you get a taste of His character and His glory, nothing else reasonably can ever compare. My opinion, of course but it’s just time for an honest assessment, a look into the Mirror so to speak.

“And if it is evil in your eyes to serve the Lord, choose you this day whom you will serve….” (Joshua 24:15)

The Family Business

There’s a funny episode in Season 5 of The Big Bang Theory where Sheldon Cooper, intent of relieving himself of the burden of having to live with every aspect of his life planned out and being bound to restrictive calendar events, and choices that had to be made, decided that every decision, great and small, would be decided by a roll of the die. What he would have for lunch, if he’d answer a phone call or email, and if he would even go to the bathroom was decided by a roll of the die.

What he learned before long was that he was more restricted than he was before. One roll of the die represented a turkey sandwich and a pitcher of margaritas when he really wanted a hamburger and a glass of lemonade. He was still in a prison of his own making.

How many of you leave your decisions to chance? Are you willing to walk by faith and not by sight?

I’m asking this because it is so easy to leave every decision, great or small, to chance. I might show up to the party. I might not. I might come over for Thanksgiving dinner. I might not. I might meet you at the coffee shop for some java. I might not. You may feel like a “free spirit” but you may be more shackled than the rest of us. Because you don’t have an anchor, when the winds of change inevitably blow, you will find yourself damaged and in an unrecognizable place. You will be lost and far away from “home”.

That anchor is Jesus Christ. He is that self-value, that purpose, that priority in our lives. Do the things we’re busy with point back to Him or do they offer praise and glory to ourselves? We need to understand our purpose. If the purpose of a thing is not clearly known, abuse is inevitable.

It’s a known fact that we make room for what is important to us. What is important to you? Do we favor “good things” over “God-inspired or God led” things? Do you consistently make room for what God wants to do in your life? Or is there only enough space for your stuff?

The average believer would deny this but I am starting to wonder if the modern day believer is more concerned with taking the bricks the Lord has blessed them with to build their own empires rather than sow into the Kingdom to come. They’d say “Absolutely not! I love the Lord! He is my everything!”

I know people who believe their quarterly vacation to the mountains is their everything. Their children are their everything. Their financial status is their everything. If the Lord is not at the top of the priority list, the entire list is invalidated.

The church has become a fashionable appendage, a supplement on their quest to be a “good person”. They’ll be there this Sunday if the lure of going to the beach, shopping, going out of town to have fun with friends, etc. doesn’t get in the way.

I’m truly grieved by the ease in which we forsake the things that we have committed ourselves to, assuming we have truly committed. This is the passage that flies to the forefront whenever I am praying about these instances.

“And others are the ones sown among thorns. They are those who hear the word, but the cares of the world and the deceitfulness of riches and the desires for other things enter in and choke the word, and it proves unfruitful.” (Mark 4:18-19)

Flipping a coin or rolling dice to help us make big decisions sounds ridiculous but we often literally do this whenever we don’t consult the Lord on matters of importance. We prioritize other people’s opinions, social media, etc. We, in effect, become a slave to things that we are supposed to have mastery over. And when we are inevitably asked to sow even the smallest of seeds for ministry needs, the response is universal.

“I’m sorry. I am simply too busy.”

Besides priorities, it comes down to honesty and transparency. Are we too busy because we are so successful in life? Or are we too busy hiding our insecurities and a lack of time gleaning from God’s wisdom so we fear being exposed? Maybe we just don’t trust God to come through for us?

I used to work on a job where we would often employ what we affectionally called “busy work”. Know why? The work was menial, didn’t affect the bottom line, and didn’t matter.

Busyness and the Father’s business are not the same thing. One doesn’t fulfill us but only distracts us from the other which actually feeds us and builds us up. Most every time, it supports and encourages not only us, but also others. One lifts us up in a place of honor and status and the other lifts us Jesus Christ and makes Him famous.

Let’s collectively thank the Lord He is never too busy for us. Anything that is keeping us “too busy” and keeps us from effectively running the Christ family business should be immediately re-evaluated. We may be headed in the opposite direction than where we originally intended.

Captain Of Your ‘Ship

Allow me to tell you a funny story.

Approximately twelve years ago, my family was displaced from our home by a fire set off by a meth-head living upstairs. The fire gutted his apartment and several connected. Although ours was still standing, the smoke damage was substantial and we were, in effect, homeless. No real plan B. We were homeless for the second time in our lives. We were faithful members of a very large church that many would describe as “mega”. To make a long story short, we were looked at differently by our fellow church mates. We truly felt overwhelmed with even the idea of asking the church for any benevolence but we were in real trouble, at least for a few weeks. We honestly didn’t know what to do.

I was extremely well known in the ministry and, in my opinion, faithful in the four or five areas I served regularly. It would take me more than 30 minutes every Sunday or Wednesday night to get from the front door to the lobby (about 20-30 steps if I was counting) because of all the conversations I would be invited into, news or praise reports that would be shared with me, or introductions made by my fellow church mates to visiting relatives or friends. Clearly, I was not a stranger to anyone. This was the first time I felt like one. But how can that be? Everyone knew me, right? The story didn’t end very well but……

This is the part where you laugh. Unless you can’t. I understand totally.

Recent events personally remind me that the need for fellowship is greater than I think we are willing to recognize. We are flat out neglecting the need and we deprive one another of the wondrous joys true fellowship provides. I always carry a deep concern that those in my neighborhood would never even speak to each other unless there as a tragedy or major event in the area. That is usually all that can bring us out of our homes and into the streets, connecting, discussing, and listening to each other. Sad commentary but fairly normal. Today’s church isn’t much different and it is supposed to be. Maybe this doesn’t apply to your church but if connection, discussions, and active listening are only confined to your Sunday service, the Church is in true spiritual danger of becoming “compromised”.

I am fearing that our seminaries are starting to conform to the pragmatist ideals of maneuvering and managing to get things done in ministry and little reliance upon the Holy Spirit and prayer. Churches are adding programs and people but push prayer and fellowship further into the background.

When you’re going through challenges, and people are unable or unwilling to extend themselves through mercy, it speaks to a real problem with how much we know each other. Acts 2 might be considered a lofty goal or one unachievable but I believe it is the pattern of how we should treat and care for each other. It doesn’t read to me to be optional. I believe it is a blueprint of how WE should do it.

“They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.” (Acts 2:42-47 NIV)

They devoted themselves to fellowship. They devoted themselves to prayer. They were committed to being together. They had everything in common. They gave generously to those who had need. They made it tradition to share their homes and their food with each other. They praised God together.

God blessed those around them because God was allow to work in them.

Who are we allowing to be the captain of the ‘ship? Meaning the fellowship.

I found an awesome quote in one of my daily readings that I think crystallize this idea very succinctly.

“When we depend upon organizations, we get what organizations can do; when we depend upon education, we get what education can do; when we depend upon man, we get what man can do; but when we depend upon prayer, we get what God can do.” ~ A.C. Dixon

Whether it’s your local church or your local neighborhood, we have a responsibility to promote light over darkness and be the change we want to see.

 

I See What You Did There

God, I have no choice but confess

I honestly don’t know when it comes to me what’s best.

Just when I think I’m engulfed in your plan

Something hits me unexpectedly that I don’t understand.

I extended my hand and I bowed my knee

I reached out humbly with sincere apology.

Put your Word into action, just want to be free

No longer bound, no more chains holding me.

Although I have tried, doors slammed in my face

I can’t let guilt and shame rest in this place.

Joseph knows and David does too.

There’s no worse pain than when your family rejects you

Left alone in a pit or thrown into jails

Only God can make them Kings of men. Jesus never fails.

When I did all I can do, though favor ain’t fair

That’s a good one, God. I see what you did there.

Auntie’s got dementia and Uncle’s got cancer?

Feeling somewhat helpless, struggling for an answer.

She died four years ago but no one let me know

They mourned and laid her to rest. Now’s my turn to let her go.

After much consideration, it’s my humble conclusion

I am no longer buried beneath that old delusion

My family is the one that unconditionally loves me

Not simply the ones with the same blood type, you see.

He is the Vine, and we are the branches

Be thankful for the God of second and third chances

Grafted in when we should have been out

God is so gracious. In that, there’s no doubt.

Many close calls, yes, I should have been dead

Make every single moment count, be grateful for what you have.

When I did all I can do, though favor ain’t fair

That’s a good one, God. Now I see what you did there.

NOT MY KING

Ever opened a gift from someone and found yourself underwhelmed?

You ever hoped for a big opportunity and once you achieved it, you found that it was not at all what you expected?

Have you ever been disappointed?

The Gospel of Mark spends most of its time defining who Jesus is as Messiah. The Israelite people were waiting for a triumphant warrior King who would likely vanquish all of their enemies and restore Israel to greatness. They found quite the opposite of what  was expected.

Jesus and his disciples went on to the villages around Caesarea Philippi. On the way he asked them, “Who do people say I am?”

They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.”

“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?”

Peter answered, “You are the Messiah.” (Mark 8:26-29 NIV)

The disciples never expected Him to be killed by His enemies. In fact, they rebuked Jesus at the very thought of Him dying on the cross at Roman hands. Jesus did bring change but not the way they expected. He was not acting the way they thought He should.

We’re equally as guilty doing the same. Is the Lord a butler that is supposed to attend to our every needs but still doting as we ignore Him in favor of other lesser gods? Is He a genie that answers our wishes on demand? We’re good people so we should get good things, right? Romans 3:10-11 should help a little. Who told us that He will answer all of our prayers no matter what we ask or why we ask them?

If we take those same faulty expectations into attempts at relationship, we’re bound to come up disappointed. If you heard that a girl you fancy happens to like red roses, romantic comedies, and gaudy jewelry but, in actuality, she actually enjoys carnations, murder mysteries, and is allergic to jewelry, you’re bound to be disappointed. It’s a good example of what happens when we fail to know the character of the one we endeavor to please.

The Jesus on my Grandmother’s wall when I was growing up doesn’t sound like the same Jesus depicted here.

“Do not suppose that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I did not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to turn a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law—a man’s enemies will be the members of his own household. Anyone who loves their father or mother more than me is not worthy of me; anyone who loves their son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. Whoever does not take up their cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life for my sake will find it. (Matthew 10:34-39 NIV)

Or here……

When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple courts he found people selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!” (John 2:13-16 NIV)

I’m not saying I was lied to but I definitely had the wrong impression. This Jesus was much more than a Messiah. He was a King that didn’t compromise His purpose. He lived a perfect life without sinful behavior even in the face of weakness. He laid down deity to give life to people just like you and I.

A sad reality is a lot of people may not crack open the Word of God and read about who Jesus actually is. Perhaps these people can look at the life you lead every day and see Jesus. He may not be the King they wanted but He’s definitely the King I needed.

So Many Teachers, So Few Fathers

Most of you that have read my first book, “The Heart of a Stepfather”, or at least, know some of my story, you understand the timeliness of this article. My storied history not withstanding, I believe this article is therapeutic for me and for so many who know my struggle. If you have lived your life with a faithful and attentive father in your household, you are very fortunate. To have that level of stability is a privilege. It is less and less common with every passing day. My hope is to share two thoughts with you today that I pray encourage and inspire us to think and do differently.

There are some really bad messages being sent out regarding some members of the American family being inconsequential or unnecessary and children don’t need to have certain members present to constitute a family. The father have been a focal point in that area sadly.

You should know what to expect as we head towards Mother’s Day. For me, the Father’s Day emphasis falls far short of what we see in the month of May and that’s sad and emblematic of what is wrong with our society. I know that many men reject the responsibility of father but there are so many out there that take it seriously. They’re either denied the chance to be fathers fully or simply don’t know how to perform in that role. That can’t be taught by just anyone.

On Father’s Day, we’re known to get gifts that don’t require much imagination like a hideous tie, a sun visor (we have sunglasses now), grilling or power tools, or a six pack of beer. But fathers matter so much more and they offer something that cannot be so easily replaced. It breaks my heart to see fathers treated as appendages rather than leaders in their households. That should not be! If it is within your power to bless the father in your household or a father who you know could use some love and appreciation, do it quickly and do it often. For many, it’s a thankless and lonely job. We all could use a boost now and then. One.

I evolved as a man primarily because of strong men that offered guidance and sound advice from the most unexpected places. Early on, while I lamented my life and moaned about how bad I had it, I was thrust into the role of “being the change that I wanted to see”. I have literally always been the one that friends came to for advice. I was the life coach and mentor and impartial listener. A role I never took for granted. The responsibility of that is tremendous. As much as I grew beyond my pain, there was still a void. A gap that I could not fill no matter how hard I tried.

Today’s young person fills their voids and gaps through media, both social and otherwise. Many of today’s parents allow video gaming systems, news networks, and social media do much of the parenting for them. It’s an epidemic in my opinion. I am the first to admit that my mentality regarding communication is “old school” in practice. I’d prefer to write you a letter or have a cup of coffee with you before I even think about sending an email or text if I could. We are experiencing degeneration and lacking the ability to empathize, focus, be self aware, and express ourselves without full blown meltdowns. We’re dying and don’t even recognize the signs of decay.

It is nearly impossible to view my timeline and not see self appointed teachers giving advice. This is so dangerous not simply because others may take your advice but because both the leader and the follower, if blind, can both fall into the pit. It’s not hard to find  friends that will say you’re 100% right even when you’re 150% wrong or tell you how wonderful you are when your attitude is gargoyle-level ugly. This is akin to the “prophet” that tells the “King” that he can safely go to war and expect victory even though he knows there will be destruction and bloodshed. These “prophets” are not helpful. Will these advisors walk with you through the worst times of your life? Will they tell you the truth every time even when it doesn’t line up with your desires?

Luke 11:11-13 paints just one of many vivid pictures of what a father looks like. Anyone can give advice but is there an abundance of persons who embrace responsibility, transparency, and accountability. To me, a “father” desires spiritual growth and possess a compassion to share in it with you. “Fathers” have a dual understanding of sacrifice and time and are wise in their use of both. “Fathers” recognize their experience can only take them so far. Their connection and relationship with God, the Father is the Source through which they are fed so they can, in turn, feed others that are hungry. “Fathers” love without conditions, remembering that they’re beneficiaries of the same. “Fathers” freely give to others what they would want for themselves. Like I learned and am still learning, we can wallow in self pity for the hand life has dealt us or we can be the change we want to see. Be careful where you feed from and what you feed others. Two.

So many instructors. Very few fathers. We still have time and means to make a difference.

 

Editor’s Note From the MTWMY Desk

Hello everyone!

The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced we simply have it all wrong.

We spent countless hours defending our positions and digging our heels in on the finer points of politics, popular culture, or whatever the hot news story of the day is. We point fingers at others and interject our thoughts on the morality of others. Day in and day out, we wage war using our keyboards and we walk away drained, frustrated, and wondering where the day has gone. I don’t have to turn on the local or national news to figure out one outstanding and important point, at least for me. We are making poor investments.

If a person won the $287M Powerball or received a sizable tip while serving at a restaurant where they walked, every coin and dollar counts. How much each person has attained isn’t as important as how it is invested. The same concept is applicable to time and purpose. We are not going to “find” ourselves through social media and through doing the same thing continuously, hoping the result is going to be different.

Today, I got an opportunity to be a part of something incredible. I am going through a lot right now. I don’t wear a frown and hang my head about things not going my way. I don’t make every conversation about me. But I would be justified to focus on my situation in an effort to “fix” my situation. It’s a cliche to some but man, did I need the reminder that we get more fulfillment and we find more of us when we humble ourselves and serve others. Don’t believe the voice that speaks through our television and through our social media outlets. It screams “It’s all about you!”, “Woe is me!”, and “Nobody cares!” This world seems really screwed up and maybe largely it is but we have something that so many don’t have. We have access to something better, longer lasting, and fulfilling. Today, I got a chance to share a little of that with someone that really needed it. I don’t think I did anything special but I must admit I was fulfilled. I found purpose. I learned more about myself. And all I did was put aside all my stuff, my position, and my desires and made it my business to make it about someone else.

What was the result? Time will tell. But I’m better for it.

Hopefully this is an encouragement for you but please reconsider the time you invest. Think about what you’re giving and why you’re giving it. If it’s all focused on you, that may be reason enough for consideration. If it seems too hard and it cost too much, and it serves the needs of others, think about why you haven’t been faithful to this and why you may need to do more. We’re wasting precious time that we honestly can’t afford.

If nothing else hits you from this article, please consider this. If you want to change your outcome, you have to change your investment.

Please continue to support us in your readership and in subscribing to Mirror Time at mirrortimewithmistayu.wordpress.com. Thank you for listening.

 

 

You’re Never Alone

When I Say. . .

When I say . . . I am a Christian I’m not shouting “I am saved.” I’m whispering “I get lost” That is why I chose this way.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I don’t speak of this with pride. I’m confessing that I stumble and need someone to be my guide.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I’m not trying to be strong. I’m professing that I am weak and pray for strength to carry on.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I’m not bragging of success. I’m admitting I have failed and cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I’m not claiming to be perfect. My flaws are too visible but God believes I’m worth it.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I still feel the sting of pain. I have my share of heartaches which is why I seek HIS name.

When I say . . . I am a Christian I do not wish to judge. I have no authority I only know I’m loved.

 

 

 

I said, “God, I hurt.” And God said, “I know.”

I said, “God, I cry a lot.” And God said, “That is why I gave you tears.”

I said, “God, I am so depressed.” And God said, “That is why I gave you Sunshine.”

I said, “God, life is so hard.” And God said, “That is why I gave you loved ones.”

I said, “God, my loved one died.” And God said, “So did mine.”

I said, “God, it is such a loss.” And God said, “I saw mine nailed to a cross.”

I said, “God, but your loved one lives.” And God said, “So does yours.”

I said, “God, where are they now?” And God said, “Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light.”

I said, “God, it hurts.” And God said, “I know.”

 

– Unknown

 

A couple of old memories that resurfaced at just the right time. If there isn’t a greater example, I’d say that it doesn’t always matter where helpful support comes from but it matters how we receive it and cherish it.

Have a BLESSED day!

 

And They Would Call Him King

Ever felt like you had a family but weren’t really a part of it? 

Ever felt like the world around you just doesn’t see the real you?

Have you ever felt like there had to be more to your life than what everyone predicts and what your own eyes can see?

There is more…..

You ever read the story of how a young shepherd boy became a King? (I Samuel 16:1-13)

David was a sheepherder.

David was the son of Jesse and brother of seven highly educated, eligible bachelors.

David’s family was invited to a special event to crown a new king over Israel. David’s father, Jesse and all seven of David’s brothers were invited. David was not invited by his family that knew him but by a stranger who did not.

David was considered around town as a “man of war”, a “man of valor” and “prudent”. David was considered by his brothers as a subpar shepherd boy.

David’s job as a sheepherder was life-threatening but his family thought it well to place him there. They were presumably wealthy enough so they could have hired a sheepherder.

It took almost 15 years between David being anointed as the future King and actually walking in the responsibility of King.

David spent his life being misunderstood and forgotten.

 

I don’t know what you’re going through but even if you’re constantly scrutinized for sharing your thoughts and opinions….or you’re always seen as lesser than……or you’re never invited to the cool kids’ parties……or it just seems like nobody can see the real you and they take you for granted……remember David.

He was blessed with the opportunity to be king of a nation, not because he earned it with this work in the field or because of who he was related to. 

It was because no matter what he was going through and how he was treated by others, he maintained a humble heart and eventually, in grand fashion, he was SEEN.

It may not come when you think it should but it will definitely be right on time.

Keep doing the best you can do. We SEE you.

 

 

Keeping It Short

I found some short stories that I believe will make you smile, cry, or think. Either way, I really hope you enjoy them.

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As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not.

He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. “Well,” trainer said, “when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.”

The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.

Like the elephants, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?

Failure is part of learning; we should never give up the struggle in life.

…

In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. He then hid himself and watched to see if anyone would move the boulder out of the way. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it.

Many people loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none of them did anything about getting the stone out of the way.

A peasant then came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to push the stone out of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.

After the peasant went back to pick up his vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been.

The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King explaining that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway.

Every obstacle we come across in life gives us an opportunity to improve our circumstances, and whilst the lazy complain, the others are creating opportunities through their kind hearts, generosity, and willingness to get things done.

…

Today, after a 72 hour shift at the fire station, a woman ran up to me at the grocery store and gave me a hug.  When I tensed up, she realized I didn’t recognize her.  She let go with tears of joy in her eyes and the most sincere smile and said, “On 9-11-2001, you carried me out of the World Trade Center.” 

…

A 24 year old boy seeing out from the train’s window shouted…

“Dad, look the trees are going behind!”

Dad smiled and a young couple sitting nearby, looked at the 24 year old’s childish behavior with pity, suddenly he again exclaimed…

“Dad, look the clouds are running with us!”

The couple couldn’t resist and said to the old man…

“Why don’t you take your son to a good doctor?” The old man smiled and said…“I did and we are just coming from the hospital, my son was blind from birth, he just got his eyes today.”

Every single person on the planet has a story. Don’t judge people before you truly know them. The truth might surprise you.

…

There once was a little boy who had a very bad temper. His father decided to hand him a bag of nails and said that every time the boy lost his temper, he had to hammer a nail into the fence.

On the first day, the boy hammered 37 nails into that fence.

The boy gradually began to control his temper over the next few weeks, and the number of nails he was hammering into the fence slowly decreased.

He discovered it was easier to control his temper than to hammer those nails into the fence.

Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father the news and the father suggested that the boy should now pull out a nail every day he kept his temper under control.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

“you have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.”

Control your anger, and don’t say things to people in the heat of the moment, that you may later regret. Some things in life, you are unable to take back.

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Today, I was all dressed up and waiting on my blind date to arrive.  He never showed up.  It made me feel ugly.  I thought he may have seen me from a distance and bailed.  Then as I left the restaurant alone, I heard a little girl ask her mom if I was a princess.  It made me smile

…

A shop owner placed a sign above his door that said: “Puppies For Sale.”

Signs like this always have a way of attracting young children, and to no surprise, a boy saw the sign and approached the owner; 

“How much are you going to sell the puppies for?” he asked.

The store owner replied, “Anywhere from $30 to $50.”

The little boy pulled out some change from his pocket. “I have $2.37,” he said. “Can I please look at them?”

The shop owner smiled and whistled. Out of the kennel came Lady, who ran down the aisle of his shop followed by five teeny, tiny balls of fur.

One puppy was lagging considerably behind. Immediately the little boy singled out the lagging, limping puppy and said, “What’s wrong with that little dog?”

The shop owner explained that the veterinarian had examined the little puppy and had discovered it didn’t have a hip socket. It would always limp. It would always be lame.

The little boy became excited. “That is the puppy that I want to buy.”

The shop owner said, “No, you don’t want to buy that little dog. If you really want him, I’ll just give him to you.”

The little boy got quite upset. He looked straight into the store owner’s eyes, pointing his finger, and said;

“I don’t want you to give him to me. That little dog is worth every bit as much as all the other dogs and I’ll pay full price. In fact, I’ll give you $2.37 now, and 50 cents a month until I have him paid for.”

The shop owner countered, “You really don’t want to buy this little dog. He is never going to be able to run and jump and play with you like the other puppies.”

To his surprise, the little boy reached down and rolled up his pant leg to reveal a badly twisted, crippled left leg supported by a big metal brace. He looked up at the shop owner and softly replied, “Well, I don’t run so well myself, and the little puppy will need someone who understands!”

…

 

Sources:

http://www.marcandangel.com/2010/12/27/101-short-stories-that-will-leave-you-smiling-crying-and-thinking/

https://wealthygorilla.com/10-most-inspirational-short-stories/

https://www.livin3.com/5-motivational-and-inspiring-short-stories

Editor’s Note From the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, family and friends.

In my effort to give “flowers to the living”, THANK YOU to all of our new followers on Mirror Time and for the frequent contributors who share their opinions and enhance our discussions. I really appreciate the support and the lively conversations. Just like most things in life, if it’s going to last, it has to have a strong foundation. Building this blog is a labor of love, no doubt, but one that cost me personally and requires much time to maintain. Thank you for sharing our blog with friends and family and for helping me spread the good news. It has been a blessing.

I’m learning that all of our followers don’t use Facebook, Twitter, and other social media. Please visit us at mirrortimewithmistayu.wordpress.com where you can read our nearly 200 articles, leave comments, share them with friends and also subscribe and follow us on our social media platforms if you prefer.

WE WANT TO HEAR FROM YOU. When you read a blog, what kind of topics do you want to see? What would encourage you to make us part of your day? Spirituality? Politics? Current Events? Family topics? Local News? Please share your thoughts and comments.

My final thought is this. Your timelines, your inbox, even your morning paper can be full of bad news and a healthy portion of the depressing. It’s our goal to offer an alternative: Information doused in encouragement to promote not just thinking better, but being better. Carpe Diem! I’m not advocating that you ignore the future and live without a plan for it. I am, however, encouraging you to show a healthy appreciation for the moments you are in and make everyone of them count. How?

• Community involvement (Give a helping hand to the widows, the elderly, and those who don’t have a family locally. Be consistent. Prayer for them is great. Loving, consistent support is fantastic.)
• Make “Thank You” a part of your vernacular. Do it often and do it thoughtfully. You think it should be normal but for many, they rarely, if ever, hear it from bosses, co-workers, church members, and even family members. Utilize the Golden Rule here especially.
• Random Acts of Kindness. This often cruel world has warped and buried this under a heap of distraction, distrust, and skepticism. Don’t let that stop you. I’ve done it and am still trying to keep this train moving. Pay for the groceries of the person behind you. Pick up the tab on that coffee for a fellow patron at your local coffee shop. Pick up that box even though someone else gets paid to do so. Open your umbrella and walk someone to their car from the supermarket if they don’t have one. Always exercise wisdom in every situation but also always exercise compassion.
• Go Old School. Text, emails, and social media posts are the tools of the day but there’s nothing like a good old-fashioned handwritten letter or a phone call to brighten someone’s day or week. We have advancements indeed but don’t ignore the tried and true tools that still do wonders today.

Let’s start being a better us today. Thank you for reading and subscribing. See you soon!

Read All About It

Extra, Extra, Read All About It….

A Cliché stock phrase from the 1890s through the 1940s used to denote breaking news! Often shouted by overzealous newsies and paperboys in an attempt to sell more papers, sensationalizing what might be important information. Either way, this is hype – good or bad. Now we have social media to do that for us. We scour our timelines for the next story to discuss, share, or be offended about. Buzzwords, Catchphrases, GIFs, and Emojis. These are the tools of the age to express our points. But then what?

I don’t believe things like civility and understanding are important to us anymore. We should want to read ALL about “it” before we make assumptions, jump to conclusions, attempt to sound cool by forcing our hot takes on the world at large. Maybe most of your friends are on the edge of their seats waiting to hear your opinions on a topic. I’m not sure I could care any less than I do right now and most people don’t either. We’ve taken our liberties way too far.

We’re embarking on a dangerous voyage, folks…when generations ahead of us look back on this current era, will they be proud or disgusted? Are we paving the way for better for future generations or will they curse us because we left them in a larger deficit from which to dig themselves out of? Will they see humanity or sub-humanity?

Check your timelines, folks. We are guilty. Guilty of reacting to the headlines and ignoring the content. Case in point. I shared one of my blog articles online regarding a socially important topic the evening before and I found a short rant in my comment section from a friend the next morning. If we were doing word association, and I said the word “water”, and you said “Flint, Michigan.” it’s understandable. But this is not that. The rant was completely personal and unrelated to the story and very clearly seen if it had been read. So I asked the friend that inescapable question. Did you actually read the article?” (crickets) We are guilty of the same.

My social media timelines are littered with jokes about sex trafficking (Jets fans, that includes you!), mockery at the destruction of someone’s marriage (When did divorce become a punchline? Any thought about the impact on the children?), and the mob mentality declaring someone guilty of a crime (Pick one. There’s plenty of examples.) We seem to lack the prudence/discipline/wisdom to read, listen, and evaluate, and even often wait until all the facts come out and then decide. But what’s the fun in that, right? The glee that we derive from tearing people down is distressing and disconcerting. There’s always a chance this could happen to you as well. What would we like to be handled if the roles were reversed? Why doesn’t that bother us before we press Send?

In those newspaper days, the publication would be asked to print a retraction if they posted something slanderous or factually inaccurate. What do you do when you perpetuate the same? I’ll wait……(crickets)

As long as we refuse to read the details, we’ll always be in danger of having too many extra screws left over, making us incapable of sustaining the pressure and weight being daily applied. We are destined for a great fall. History bears out that often in falls like these, there is almost always collateral damage.

 

Melodies From Heaven

It doesn’t matter where I am, or what I’m doing…..when I hear that sound….

…..Time seems to stop……My world grinds to a screeching halt. Everything fades into the background and in my eye line, in my ears, and in every fiber, it reverberates. Pulsating and pounding through me. Tones and beats. Accents and measures. I’m submerged in its enormous wave of bars and rhythms, highs and lows. I don’t want to leave. Now that I’ve heard that sound, I can never be the same. It’s proof of a world beyond my grasp, outside of my purview, beyond my decades of experience.

I can’t explain or recreate it. I spent years trying to find it, or at least, duplicate it. I embraced the clarinet, chased after the guitar, and even passionately pursued the piano in an effort to tap into what I discovered but it still eluded me. I hired instructors, tried to teach myself, and read every book I could find, purchased hundreds of tapes, CDs, albums, and MP3’s and have gone to concerts and watched countless videos hoping for another taste or just a glimpse but the result was the same. I couldn’t find it this way. I tried feverishly to make it last forever. How I wish I could press play on a tape recorder and hear it over and over. How blissfully wonderful it would be to wake up and fall asleep to that melodious, harmonious sound.

Some of the most powerful and moving music ever made still lacks that heavenly melody. It has the innate ability to translate you into joy and peace unlike any other song written by men. It opened my eyes and showed me a dimension that I had not known existed. It brightens my outlook and reminds me of His promises. It speaks to the “me” that others can’t see. It tenderly engages the “me” some won’t see. It calls out to the “me” yet to be revealed. The only time I ever came close was in the solemn moments with tears trickling down my face …..with a repentant song in my heart…..shouting cries of “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord” from my lips. These are the only times I could hear it in the distance coming closer and closer until it created a quaking in my spirit. That sound. boom. That power. That Incredible God. Unmistakable. Irreplaceable. Magnificent.

Music pursued me long before I knew I was being pursued. I had a voice I didn’t request or desire. I never wanted their microphones but I was motivated to share a sound that wasn’t mines to own. To offer a glimpse into a world that so many cannot see and do not know exists. I hoped to make Him known in so many ways but if I can help others hear that sound too, maybe, just maybe, they will be irrevocably changed too. I also learned that this sound was rarely, if ever, welcome in the places where my feet have tread. But I was mistaken to think the music I made belonged to me. It was indeed a gift. I was also so wrong to think I had to play music to hear that sound. I did, however, have to lift up my hands…I did have to prepare my heart….I did have to humble myself……I did have to get into position…..I did have to offer up an undignified praise……I did have to give the voice given to me back to the one who gave it. There I found unbelievable peace, unrelenting joy, and I was able to hear that glorious sound again.

I just couldn’t help but wonder. Can you hear it too?

It’s A Family Reunion

What does ‘family‘ mean to you?

Someone from your bloodline? A close relative? Those in your household only? Those that share the same values, interests, or are part of the same club or organization? Some may say everyone in the world all belong to one family. We are a nation splintering seemingly more than ever before. Many of us don’t have the luxury of turning the channel to something more pleasant and escaping this grim reality.

After centuries of examples and even recent occurrences in our faces during every newscast, we still fail to understand the consequence of taking care in the company we keep. Being guilty by association has become way too common.

I Corinthians 15:33 reminds us to not be misled and that “bad company corrupts good character.”

It’s foolish and arrogant to think that we can lie down in a bed of onions and not smell like onions. But somehow we still live under that illusion that we can have frequent trysts with negativity and come away unscathed and stay “clean”. I think we’re being dishonest, particularly with ourselves.

“Walk with the wise and become wise, for a companion of fools suffers harm.” (Proverbs 13:20)

If the leader of your pack is hateful, it’s going to be near impossible that opponents of your group won’t think the same about you, regardless of how loudly you scream to the contrary. It’s incumbent on you to maintain your values and own your beliefs under scrutiny. I would rather be mocked for what I sincerely believe than be misjudged for things I didn’t say or things I don’t support. Has it become too easy to accept this lately? Have we turned into someone we don’t recognize?

“Stay away from a fool, for you will not find knowledge on their lips.” (Proverbs 14:7) 

There’s not a human being walking and breathing on this earth that wants to be discriminated against, treated as refuse or as something inferior or sub-human, or racially profiled, deprived of clean water and food, or being stolen from at every turn by crooked leadership. One of the biggest lies ever perpetuated is that others would be or respond differently if the proverbial shoe was on the other foot and worn for centuries. Survey says that’s a lie!

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” (Proverbs 27:17)

Relationships are tricky but they all take work and intentionality. The world around us has enough buffering power to beat us down if we let it. Surround yourself with people who enrich your life, don’t usher you into compromised faith, or cause you to betray what you know to be good and holy and acceptable. Friends and family are supposed to encourage and inspire you to do and be better.

“Do not make friends with a hot-tempered person, do not associate with one easily angered or you may learn their ways and get yourself ensnared.” (Proverbs 22:24-25)

Honestly, it takes work to be hateful and bitter all the time just like it takes work to build a healthy, loving relationship that lasts for years. I don’t know anyone that will allow someone else to sow seeds in their garden. You’re stuck with whatever that harvest will be. So why would you be doing that? Plant the seeds you want so you get the fruit you want. There’s no better taste than eating from fruit that you helped produce.

“Blessed is the one who does not walk in step with the wicked or stand in the way that sinners take or sit in the company of mockers.” (Psalms 1:1)

Who have you attached yourself to? When’s the last time you even did a spot check on your relationship circle or are you comfortable with things as is? Can you see a need to disconnect from some? Has “family” recently shown itself to be something you didn’t expect? A wise man once told me, it may be time to redefine the relationship.

I love the idea of unity across the aisle and one people with unconditional love and respect for each other but how do you achieve that? Whatever the answer is, I’m almost positive it starts with us individually before we make any impacts collectively.

Just a little encouragement from the ‘We Desire A More Excellent Way’ section. That’s a group worth being a part of.

 

Editor’s Note From the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, all.

Thank you for your continued support of MTWMY. Your readership and some of your questions continue to validate why this blog needed to be born. I appreciate you guys.

With all that’s going on in the world today, many of us find ourselves getting into verbal jousts with other social media enthusiasts rather than talking with friends. Of course, as with most things in life, we are faced with choices just like that. Will we embrace the negative or will we keep it positive? Will we take off our earrings or our rings and get our fists clenched in preparation for battle or do we rise above the hate? We have plenty of choices especially when it comes to how spend our leisure time. I’m grateful that you have chosen to spend a few minutes out of your busy day to read my articles and poll questions. Trust me, it matters.

I wanted to share with you a couple thoughts and also ask for your help with one. First, I really would love to have your assistance with sharing MTWMY. I can’t tell you how to tell someone you care for or like very much to read and subscribe to someone’s articles. I don’t know how you convince a friend or associate or family member that you know a guy that posts something thought provoking and some refreshing articles in a time where online drama and turmoil is running rampant. I can only suggest that you share us with someone. It is actually human nature to keep good things to ourselves. When we are faced with bad news, we spread it at a faster rate.

Just spend a little time on social media and you’ll see this as a growing trend. Good news travels slow and conversely, bad news travels really fast. 30-35% of 3,295 consumers polled are more apt to share bad reviews of products rather than share glowing recommendations. Why? Because we are obsessed with sharing horror stories, disasters, and other “bad” news. It is more exciting and riveting, especially when it’s not actually happening to you or anyone you care for. It’s juicy. It’s great for the water cooler. Don’t believe me. Check your local app store and read the reviews. No question who the overwhelming winner is. Please break ranks and share this “good” thing wherever and whenever you can.

As a faithful reader, your opinion matters. I want to gauge your interest in specific content for upcoming articles in 2019. I can do what most other bloggers do and have a take on practically any topic. Although I try to say away from that, it’s important to me that I hear from you so please share your opinions on how we can improve MTWMY. Would you like us to delve into a specific story? Would you like to have more or less opinion polls? Would it encourage you to have more inspirational sayings, poems, funny anecdotes, and daily/weekly Bible quotes? What would you like to see? What would encourage you to be more interactive? What would make MTWMY more “shareable”?

Please feel free to share your honest assessments and what you would love to see take place this year. Also, tell us how you have been enjoying our recent articles. Which one stuck out to you the most? Which one didn’t do it for you? Good or bad, we’re ok with hearing your thoughts. It just helps us be better. Thank you.

Have a blessed day!

~ Mr. Yu

 

The World From Your Window – 1/22/2019

Yesterday, we were supposed to celebrate one of the greatest and most influential historical figures this old world has ever seen. Some did that through marches to state capitals, some recited some of Dr. King’s famous speeches, and some tweeted.

“Today we honor a great American who gave his life to right the wrong of racial inequality. Our country is better thanks to his inspiration and sacrifice.” #MLKDay

— Sarah Sanders (@PressSec) January 21, 2019

Here is a link where you can find the responses to this tweet: (https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/sarah-huckabee-sanders-mlk-day-tweet_us_5c4640f9e4b027c3bbc480ea)

Somewhere in the bottomless world of social media, you can find someone that will tell you how you should celebrate Dr. King or how not to do so. I won’t be doing that today. I would imagine that it is easier to hold up a sign with 50 people standing behind you than it is to confront one vile act of bigotry perpetuated by 50 people and no one standing behind you. Our collective silence is equal to betrayal and consent. I’m sure we are grateful for those of us that pray in their secret closets but your voices being lifted in the places you frequent most hold significant weight. Yes, this action will serve to identify you, perhaps ostracize you from peer groups, and perhaps place a bulls-eye on you as well. Ask yourself what your stance is worth, whichever you choose.

Here are some additional links and copies of Dr. King’s most memorable speeches. Though good and bad, I sincerely hope this article inspires you to take another step forward.

(Source: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/library-congress-apologizes-stonewall-jackson-tweet-mlk-day-n961201?cid=sm_npd_nn_tw_ma)

(Source: https://youtu.be/smEqnnklfYs)

(Source: https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/20/nyregion/poly-prep-blackface-scandal.html)

(Source: https://youtu.be/5n5WbNCEeHM)

(Source: https://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/donald-trump-mlk-day-memorial_us_5c45ef7ce4b0bfa693c5fc9c)

(Source: https://youtu.be/f17HXUvMebk)

(Source: https://www.cnn.com/2019/01/21/us/maga-hat-teens-native-american-second-video/index.html)

(Source: https://www.compass-usa.com/tribute-dr-martin-luther-king-jr-day/)

(Source: https://youtu.be/m3H978KlR20)

(Source: https://www.cnn.com/2019/01/19/us/ou-blackface-video/index.html)

(Source: https://youtu.be/Oehry1JC9Rk)

 

Please don’t let the sacrifices that were made and the lives that were lived with purpose be made and lived in vain.

“In everything, therefore, treat people the same way you want them to treat you, for this is the Law and the Prophets.” (Matthew 7:12)

“The second is this, ‘YOU SHALL LOVE YOUR NEIGHBOR AS YOURSELF.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.” (Mark 12:31)

Editor’s Note From the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, all.

Right away, I want to thank you for reading MTWMY and all the supportive comments you’ve been posting. It’s not difficult to look around and find something to complain about. I hope you’re finding our blog positive and encouraging, even when we have to discuss tough subjects, which we do a lot of. You have a wide array of blogs you can choose from that hit you where you live. I’m very grateful that you count our blog as one that matters to you.

If you’ve been reading and subscribed to Mirror Time, you are aware of our regular series, The World From Your Window. I felt pretty confident in the reason I thought this series was necessary. It started off weekly, then turn into bi-weekly, then monthly, and now you might see it every 2-3 months. Please allow me to explain. Regardless of the topic, I am writing as often as is necessary. That means that a new article may not come out every week or every month. There’s always a chance that you might see multiple articles within that time. I have endeavored to take more time to bring you thoughtful and considerate articles rather than just to fill your inbox with content. That’s not what I’m about or what I want MTWMY to be.

At the same time, I realize that there was limited response to the series as a whole. I’m not sure why but I would love to hear your thoughts. Are the articles too long? Do you prefer your local newspaper or news app for that kind of content? Is the piece too detailed or not detailed enough? I definitely solicit your thoughts since I write this blog with my audience in mind.

After much reflection, I am strongly considering ending the “World From Your Window” series altogether and just continue with the rest of our regularly scheduled content. As I hear your hearts on the subject, I will re-evaluate where necessary and who knows? Maybe you will see this article again in the near future. If not, you will definitely see something better.

This year, you can expect to see more poll questions and more inspirational, thought-provoking content. There is always much to discuss and a great deal of room for us to learn from each other. That’s what helps us be better and do better.

Thank you again for reading MTWMY. Please share us with a friend or family member. Maybe these few words make a difference in someone else’s life as it has in yours. If it makes you cry, if it makes you laugh, if it makes you think, then we have touched you in a significant way and that’s all we could ask for. THANK YOU.

It’s All In Your Mind

Funny story.

One of the areas that I worked in over the years was highly specialized and considered a “restricted area”. Most times it required special access or, at the least, an invite. One trainee was working with me for a few weeks and then was reassigned. I attempted to get the employee back to work in our department again, mainly because they just did a fantastic job, had a consistent work ethic, and they just got “it”. They took the assignment seriously and you can’t have too many of those professionals.

Eventually, I was successful in re-acquiring the employee back into my department. They were very happy but shocked. During a chat one afternoon, I found out that they were retaining thoughts that I never wanted them back in my department. The employee even admitted that I never said anything verbal or non-verbal to make them think that. They didn’t listen to any rumors and I was never not encouraging or respectful or supportive. They really loved working with me and the thoughts haunted them. I explained that the reason they didn’t work with me for months was quite the opposite of what they thought. Other managers need them on their projects and their work needs took priority over mines. It wasn’t that I thought they were not valuable. Actually, the employee was considered too valuable.

I learned something from this. You can talk to a person daily, support and encourage them, even share a meal with them and still don’t know what’s going on in their minds. That’s anybody, anywhere, in any organization or setting. Attempting to be mind-readers is way too much work and far too much responsibility but if nothing else, we can be more cognizant of the other person in the room. Affirm and confirm as often as you can. No matter how much you’re going through personal or professionally, it’s still not all about you. In an unsteady world, it’s instinctive to reach for what is stable. We do it in storms and quakes and we do it in life. Sometimes you just might be that anchor someone needs when the waters of life get too choppy. It’s essential that both parties embrace the idea of thinking differently.

“They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel.”

“For as he thinks in his heart, so is he.” (Proverbs 23:7a)

“Set your mind on things above, not on things on the earth.” (Colossians 3:2)

“And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, that you may prove what is that good and acceptable and perfect will of God.” (Romans 12:2)

“One person esteems one day above another; another esteems every day alike. Let each be fully convinced in his own mind.” (Romans 14:5)

“For if there is first a willing mind, it is accepted according to what one has, and not according to what he does not have.” (2 Corinthians 8:12)

“and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:7)

Who You With

A long time ago, a Megachurch pastor was asked why there was no diversity in their leadership. Clearly, they were not prepared for the question but their response, albeit deliberate, was “they searched everywhere but could not find anyone that was fit”. (I’m so grateful that God is not like man.)

On a totally unrelated note, my wife and I were in the audience at that time along with some other faithful, Spirit-filled, seasoned friends of mine. And the ministry was in business for more than 30 years. But I digress.

 

Obviously, after this response, there was some anger and resentment and a bitter taste in the mouths of many who witnessed this. How could it not be? A great follow-up question could have been: “By what standard are you determining fitness for leadership?”

Is it based on affluence? Genealogy? Nepotism? Eloquence of speech? Previous education? Eye color? Some of this is ridiculous but you’d be surprised how people determine whether someone is fit for their group or not. (You ever watched that movie “Mean Girls”? Just a random unrelated thought.)

Diversity actually offends some people. Here’s a thought. It might be offensive to the Spirit of God when a church outwardly promotes multi-cultural, multi-ethnic, and multi-racial ministry but inwardly promote homogenousness as the Gold Standard for ministry.

It’s time to start being the Church every day instead of playing church twice a week. People are dying by the second and, believe it or not, there may actually be some blood on our hands. Just maybe.

(Matthew 5:13-16 NIV)

#WhoYouWith #WhoAreYou

A Love Letter

Dear Love,

I know you’re busy with stuff but I don’t know if you are aware of this and I wanted you to know how much I love you.

It’s hard to see me from way back here. There are a lot of people in your life. I have been trying to move through the crowd to get closer to you but the crowd seems to get bigger by the day and I find myself near the back of the crowd again and again.

I call your name but you don’t seem to hear me through all the distractions, through the parties, and the get-togethers, and the movies, and the binge-watching, and the tones of your favorite songs. I keep calling you but you can’t hear my voice.

I just wanted to remind you that I love you. I tried to show you how much by offering an authentic one-of-a-kind sacrifice in your place. He suffered much but I knew it was the only way I can preserve your life so you can truly live. I didn’t intend for you to live to forget me but I consider you so valuable, I knew there was no other way. That was the greatest way I could exhibit my love for you. That was more than enough.

I also gave you a wonderful spouse and bright and beautiful children. I gave you a job that allows you to take care of your family and have enjoyments too. I gave you health and strength so that you can accomplish great things in this life. I gave you a promise of an abundant life. All you have to do is accept me the way I am. In kind, I would accept you the way you are.

Well, now here we are in what you’d call the season of giving. I desire relationship with you. I wanted that in Eden and I still want that today. Looks like the already growing crowd is getting larger. It’s getting harder and harder to lock eyes with you and catch your attention. I waved and called out again but you can’t hear my still small voice over the noise. You seem to be having so much fun. I wonder if you have thoughts about me at all. I wonder if you miss the time we used to share. Even when this season passes, the true reason for it will always remain. I hope that one day you will remember me, lay down all the things that used to be priority, and move through that crowd and come to me. I’ll be waiting for you but know this: I’ll never stop loving you.

 

 

“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away.” (1 Corinthians 13:4-8 ESV)

“Greater love has no one than this, that someone lay down his life for his friends.” (John 15:13 ESV)

“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth.” (I John 3:18 ESV)

Open Or Closed?

Hi everyone! Hope you’re having a great morning!

For all of you early morning commuters, whether by car, bus, train, or on foot, you’re bound to see some unforgettable things. It is a great respite to get your mind right for a long work day but you will see the strangest things. I’ve seen everything from people having “one person arguments” or actions that would be deemed criminal in nature.

One of the things that I found peculiar on one commute were the amount of local businesses that had flashing “Open” signs on their front windows but they weren’t open.  Most of these places were local bodegas, auto repair shops, and some other unidentifiable businesses but none of them are actually open at 4 am. I thought it an anomaly so I looked for it every day for months. And every day, like clockwork, the sign is flashing “Open”. Why?

They’re clearly not open for business. To have a flashing sign could draw unwanted attention or signify a consistently missed step in a manager’s closing procedures. Who knows! But this made me think about what signs we project and the messages we send out for others to see, directly or indirectly. Are you in management and telling your employees that you have an open door policy but you’re grumpy and really don’t like mingling with your staff? Are you hopeful for a new, positive relationship but most of your conversation with new people is negative and focused on your sordid past and how badly your life is going? Is your online persona bubbly and outgoing but when people respond to you and step closer, you draw back rather than share aspects of your life with them? Do you give off an “open” vibe but you’re emotionally closed?

Every day messages are being sent out from sender to receiver. Even the areas we try so hard to conceal are revealed through our speech, our body language, and even in that which we do not say. It’s my earnest desire that every person is whole and happy and healthy. It’s what I want for myself as well so I have to desire that for others. But if you truly are closed and not ready to accommodate the new in your life, turn off the flashing sign until you’re ready to be open isn’t the worst idea. Maybe at the least, it will conserve your energy.

“For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he.” (Proverbs 23:7a)

“Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” (Philippians 4:8 ESV)

“Do to others as you would have them do to you.” (Luke 6:31 NIV)

THE LUKEWARM LIFE

Am I doing this Christian thing right? When you look at me, do you see Christ as the Word reveals Him? Do I shine as the light should or do I blend into the darker surroundings?

I lament over this. This might not be for those that already have the edge on this “daily Christian living” thing. I’m talking to the ones that struggle with the day to day rigors of the walk. I’m talking about the ones who see the pleas for help and sometimes hesitate to respond. I’m talking about those that have so many cares, the deeper things are low on the priority list. I’m talking to those that have to be intentional to position themselves every day like Romans 12 teaches us.

What would we have to bump down to make Christ the number one priority in your Christian life?

I lament when I turn on the news and hear all of the bad news around the world. How does my weekly time in prayer really make an impact? Do we even commit that much time every week? What makes it ineffective, the amount of time spent or the motivation for what we actually request? Is this just a “good” thing to do or is this supposed to be woven into the fabric of my life to the degree that it becomes instantaneous that I respond in prayer and action when faced with conflict? Or do we only use this tool in times of emergency?

Hagar isn’t preached about much but man, does her story speak volumes! She was placed in an advantageous position to the detriment of others. Instead of recognizing that she was privileged to be able to be a progenitor for a nation, she lorded it over the head of the less fortunate. Then when she faced conflict, she ran from her position and avoided the opportunity to be humble and obedient. Now if this doesn’t make you think about some OTHER examples of this in your life, hmm, potential problem. The messenger that brought correction to her in the wilderness reminds her not of her greater position she was granted but of the lowest and most basic position she originally held: the role of a servant. What would happen if we did that? Sure it’s hard to remain in a situation where you’re not being treated well. On your job. In your family. At your local church. Bet it’s easy to lean on that saying: “Go where you’re celebrated and not where you hated.” Glad Jesus didn’t follow that motto or we’d all be screwed.

Once we look past whatever it is we hold up to indicate our success, what are we are at our cores? It is instinctively wired in us to help others. We serve. We give. We do.  So ask yourself why we struggle to do something so instinctive.

What is keeping us from sharing about the incredible things (miraculous, even) that God has done in my life? What hinders us from telling those we care for that there is hope? How did we get to the place where we’re content with just minding our own business? Why are we averse to getting our hands dirty? Why are we refusing to humble ourselves?

I’m sure there is much wisdom out there but what I hope for is a collective look inwardly. It’s easy to fix others but it takes more effort to address the problems closer to home. (Matthew 7:3-5 NIV) We are in true danger of not only being considered lukewarm in God’s view but also being in danger of not even realizing our true status until it’s too late. Every day we wake up, we have a reprieve to gain perspective and adjust where needed. But tomorrow is not promised. Now is it?

More than any other time before, it is truly MIRROR TIME.

 

“I know your works, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish that you were cold or hot. So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am going to vomit you out of my mouth. For you say, ‘I’m rich; I have become wealthy and need nothing,’ and you don’t realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked. As many as I love, I rebuke and discipline. So be zealous and repent. See! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelation 3:15-17, 19-20 CSB)

“Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only the one who does the will of my Father in heaven. On that day many will say to me, ‘Lord, Lord, didn’t we prophesy in your name, drive out demons in your name, and do many miracles in your name? ’ Then I will announce to them, ‘I never knew you. Depart from me, you lawbreakers!” (Matthew 7:21-23 CSB)

Seen But Not Heard

I hate being sick. But the insight I get when I’m grounded like this is something I have learned to appreciate.

I remember when I was little how in awe I was of one of my few musical influences, Stevland Hardaway Morris, aka, Stevie Wonder. He played an instrument I was in love with, in the piano, and did it masterfully. He couldn’t see the major or minor keys or where the pedals were or even where the microphone was that he needed to sing into to project his voice but he felt them. He instinctively knew where they were and he played the piano better than most anyone I ever heard in my lifetime. He didn’t choose to lose his sight but he stands today as one of the most legendary talents the world has ever seen. Some may call him limited but no one can dispute that he used what he had and brought out of himself the greatness that lied within. We call that greatness purpose.

Purpose isn’t as secluded or buried as I once thought. It’s right where it always has been. Most of us just refuse or neglect to see it.

It breaks my heart to witness the clear and common willingness to NOT SEE what is going on in our world. Do you know that the same legend I just got finished speaking so highly about lived his life as one of the staunchest activists against social injustice and a strong supporter of human and civil rights? He does that without the power of sight. I go on social media daily and I look at and listen to my friends that have sight but place their hands over their eyes.

Do you remember when we were little and we went to a scary movie and the really scary scenes came so we covered our eyes in fear? We peeked out between the space in our fingers to see if we can look again. While our eyes were covered, could we still hear the screams? Could we still feel our bodies quake with fear? Could we still feel our heart pounding through our chest? We couldn’t see in that moment but we could still feel.

For Mr. Wonder, he may not have had the option. But for us, sight is a choice and we are accountable for what we see.

At a frighteningly alarming rate, we’re closing our eyes to other people’s pain, racism, social injustice, gender equality, to whom we are supposed to be as fellow human beings, and to whom it seems we have become. We have become willfully blind and as an added bonus, we have developed the ability to not feel as well.

“And this is the condemnation, that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were evil.” (John 3:19)

I started this blog believing it was a supply to the demand of the people. I can’t even go onto social media without hearing the rash of complaints, the cries of friends who believe the entire system is corrupt, questioning faith in God, and humans are rotten to the core, and the concerns about the future of our world. I hear all of those things and then some. You know what is louder than those other voices? The sounds of my friends that know there is an answer and our responsibility as salt and light (Matthew 5:14) is mandated and not something we can take on and off like a winter garment.

You know what’s louder? The sounds of silence from those that know truth and know people are dying but they only care about their selfies, family vacations, and their shoes with red bottoms. In an unwillingness to get our hands dirty, we withhold the keys to the breakthrough of others in a locked box, rarely even using it ourselves. I honestly believe we have lost our fear and reverence of God. We have become desensitized to our condition.

It was with this that I honestly believed that Mirror Time was a help. Hey, worst case scenario, I would offer a place for healthy dialogue. Best case scenario, maybe just be a voice for those who didn’t feel as though they had one. Maybe this blog is past its prime or maybe it’s before its time. Maybe this is just not what people want to hear. I have been asked to write articles about Hollywood celebrities particularly when they do something stupid in the press and even use the blog to slam certain political figures. They already have blogs that do that. That’s never who I wanted to be and that’s now what I wanted Mirror Time to be. It does remind me of what the demand is from the circle I tried to reach. I simply can no longer supply that.

The goal for Mirror Time and everything I write was to encourage and inspire. The goal was to let people know that there is a better way when we feel backed against the wall and there is someone that understands. I’ve always been and still am passionate about that. It’s really powerful to have something that means that much to you that isn’t all about you. I don’t know what this means for Mirror Time or any literary works that may come out of me but as I take the journey to understand where to place that, I hope you will search your own hearts and do the same.

Open your eyes and see.

 

 

The World From Your Window – 11/15/18

Hi everybody!

Normally, we’ll share six to twelve articles but we’re going to modify that and give more special attention to a handful of relevant stories in our world. In future “World From Your Window” articles, we’ll only focus on one story, while offering you links to some other relevant topics. How do I go about picking just one story to espouse on with all the stories and relevant issues out there? That’s going to be challenging but I believe this is worthy of your consideration.

 

Camp and Woolsey Fires in California

Source: (https://www.npr.org/2018/11/14/667806451/firefighters-corral-big-california-fires-but-challenges-remain)

Firefighters are working non stop to get what has been called the deadliest wildfire in California history. There are also reportedly several large fires in the area as well but this deadly fire has killed at least 59 people and ravaged entire neighborhoods in Paradise and other Northern California towns. 8 sets of remains have been located with nearly 130 people still unaccounted for. Many in that group are 80 to 90 years of age. To say the scenes in California are chaotic is a gross understatement. A firefighter was also struck by a car just after midnight last night while fighting the Woolsey Fire. It is being assessed that the fires are “at about 50 containment”.

The well known whipping Santa Ana winds only help to fuel and complicate this very tragic and still dangerous situation. This fire has been indiscriminate with poor air quality, multiple separate fires, destruction to 8,650 residences and loss of multiple lives. The news may emphasize the impact of some of Hollywood’s finest but the impact reaches much further and wider to those who rent their homes, Native American settlements, and those living in multi unit rental properties.

Camp Fire

• Location: Butte County
• 138,000 acres burned
• 35 percent contained
• 56 fatalities confirmed
• 10,321 structures destroyed (including homes)

Woolsey Fire

• Location: Los Angeles County, Ventura County
• 98,362 acres burned
• 52 percent contained
• 3 fatalities confirmed
• 435 structures destroyed, 57,000 in danger

California is notorious for having much dry lands, mountainous territory, and rising temperatures that can make for a deadly combination. 2% of California’s wildfires were reportedly caused by lightning and 8% were due to arson. An ex-nuclear testing site has been blamed for years on multiple illnesses near Los Angeles but no evidence has been located to suggest this site attributed to the fire and there is no noted radioactivity or chemical contamination. At this time, the actual cause is still unknown. The causes of the wildfires in Northern and Southern California are still under investigation. Following reports that two electric utilities reported problems in the locations of the Camp and Woolsey fires minutes before those blazes began, a lawsuit has been filed accusing Pacific Gas & Electric of negligence, according to KQED. The projection is that the fires will be fully contained by Sunday but evacuations are still in effect.

So many have found it difficult to sympathize with those living through this harsh reality on the other side of the nation but it is a reminder that tragedy can touch us all. It just dawned on me that I have family in the Chico/Los Angeles area where these fires have been deadly but because we are estranged, or at the least, out of touch, I cannot reach them to determine how they are or if they are among the missing. And that small sample of helplessness can’t compared to what every Northern Californian is living through right now. That’s the world through our window. What do you see?

 

Here are a couple other stories that might interest you. Enjoy!

Murder On The High Seas?

Source: (https://www.usatoday.com/story/travel/cruises/2018/11/15/cruise-ship-death-fbi-investigates-princess-cruises-incident/2010719002/)

Trumped by a Trump?

Source: (https://www.cnn.com/2018/11/15/opinions/melania-beats-donald-trump-at-his-own-game-dantonio/index.html)

Editor’s Note From the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, everyone!

I hope all is well. I just wanted to catch you on what’s going on with Mirror Time heading into the New Year. You may have noticed some style changes with the articles such as length, some devotionals, and our first three part series, that was really close to my heart. Hope you’re enjoying so far. We intend to filter in more of these as well as some more opinion polls for 2019.

Why the changes?

No other reasons except that I believe with the vast range of readership and subscriber demographic, it is necessary to speak “multiple languages” to offer a little something for every one. If you are going to take time out of your busy schedules to read Mirror Time, the least I want to do is entertain, inspire, and encourage you. The other reason is I don’t want to get bored so I am challenging myself by offering these nuances too. Thank you for supporting these changes going forward.

Guys, let me tell you something. I see you and I hear you.

I have shared on this thought process many times in several different articles. There is a lot of angst, frustration, and raw feelings out there and I understand it. I am not under the illusion that Mirror Time solves everyone’s problems but I have to believe that in every article there is that “little something” we need to hear. We just need to have ears to hear it. Often I believe we get help for our situations but we’re not sensitive enough to recognize it and we miss the moment.

“A fellow was stuck on his rooftop in a flood. He was praying to God for help. Soon a man in a rowboat came by and the fellow shouted to the man on the roof, “Jump in, I can save you.”

The stranded fellow shouted back, “No, it’s OK, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me.”

So the rowboat went on. Then a motorboat came by. “The fellow in the motorboat shouted, “Jump in, I can save you.”

To this the stranded man said, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the motorboat went on. Then a helicopter came by and the pilot shouted down, “Grab this rope and I will lift you to safety.”

To this the stranded man again replied, “No thanks, I’m praying to God and he is going to save me. I have faith.”

So the helicopter reluctantly flew away. Soon the water rose above the rooftop and the man drowned. He went to Heaven. He finally got his chance to discuss this whole situation with God, at which point he exclaimed, “I had faith in you but you didn’t save me, you let me drown. I don’t understand why!”

To this God replied, “I sent you a rowboat and a motorboat and a helicopter, what more did you expect?”

Thank you for reading and subscribing. Hope this gives you that boost you needed today.

The DJ Saved My Life

Hopefully, you have already noticed some of the changes taking place with Mirror Time. I’m convinced that there is a natural evolution that needs to take place with my blog and I’m excited about where this is going. I can safely say that the more than 150 articles reveal much about my life and the path that brought me to where I am. This is the third and final article of our three part miniseries that I hope encourages and inspires you to enjoy the skin you’re in but also recognize that no matter how confined your present seems to be, there is a greater picture that we need to be focused on. This is my attempt to kickstart that process. Hope you enjoy!

Thankfully, I didn’t perish in the accident nor did I lose the use of my legs. My leg was run over by a city bus loaded with passengers, weighing God knows how much and I didn’t have a broken bone. There was some damage that required a couple operations but my walking away was nothing short of miraculous. There was a long recovery process and I spent about 28 days in the hospital. I felt like I was in a very sterile prison but it gave me a lot of time to think. (I was troubled with recurring nightmares while I was there, mostly of me hanging from the bus doors and hearing my friends screaming and having to see their frightened faces.)

As much as I loved the music that shaped my life, in my current state, it gave me no solace this time. This was one reality that I couldn’t use the music to hide from. Although I was only 13 years old, like so many other areas of my upbringing, I had to think of adult things. I wondered how much it cost to stay in the hospital for nearly a month and where we would get the money to pay for the stay, the operations, the food, and whatever else we would be charged. I definitely imagined thousands of dollars at least. I wondered how long it would take me to be able to walk normally again. Will I be able to play sports like I used to? Will I be able to walk under my own power through that same neighborhood on the way to the bus stop or will I be on crutches, practically making me an even better target? Now I was thinking more about money and the future and my mother’s words more than ever. She was pregnant and worried about her son’s health. She was already working a lot and going to school as well. Now this. I felt responsible for making a mess of things even though I didn’t do anything wrong. I eventually healed with some major scars from the surgeries but my thought process also changed.

I learned something valuable several years later, as I moved away from home, and started out on my own. Even after I got into the music industry and even completed my first album and signed a contract with an independent record label, I can honestly say that the seed was dead. I leaned on hip hop to help me escape from my real world problems and, in large part, it was successful in doing so but somehow I continued to hide behind it. It wasn’t just the music that I enjoyed (which I did) but it was a crutch. I enjoyed being lost in the sounds of the city. That music was the soundtrack of my life but it kept me grounded in a certain, restrictive way of thinking. I thought that the “ghetto” life was going to be all that I would ever have.  It wasn’t anyone’s fault. I just never imagined having a house, or a wife, or children. I couldn’t see beyond where I was. The ceiling in my mind was limited. I really can see that clearly now, but especially when I talk to old friends from the neighborhood or just listen to music artists from my hometown. You can hear it in the words they say when they just randomly talk. You can even hear it in the today’s music and even when you hear the classic hip hop from the 80’s and 90’s. It talks about houses and cars and diamond rings and mansions and an abundance of dollar bills but behind it all, the limited mindset is the same. And I was trapped by that. And I was trapped in that. That could have been me if things didn’t change the way they did.

I downloaded that soundtrack into my spirit for days, weeks, months, and years. I talked the talk and walked that walk for most of my life. It was time for the soundtrack to change. I went from hard driving, urban classics like “Fight The Power” and “Mama Said Knock You Out” to uplifting, encouraging songs like “Stomp”, “Why We Sing”, and “Total Praise” to melodic songs that inspire me to travel and taking time to stop and smell the roses like “Keep That Same Old Feeling”, “West Coast Coolin”, and “Morning Dance”. It took me decades to finally understand but the soundtrack changed, in my humble opinion, because my goals changed and my experiences changed. Most of all, my vantage point changed. I am so grateful for the songs that took me to another place or gave me a glimpse of a life I never knew existed. I could see that “more” was not only possible but achievable. I have a love for music that is still unparalleled. The difference is that I no longer care about ascribing to be a musician, be a part of some singing group or band, or write songs the whole world will sing. I am just enjoying the beauty and simplicity of the music and enjoying the journey. I’ve come far and still have a ways to go. Enjoying the sights and sounds of the trip is tantamount now more than ever.

My mother helped me and probably didn’t even realize that she did. If she had said “yes”, I would have never left my hometown and I would still be listening to that same soundtrack, living in that same reality with no hope of variance. I would have never met my gorgeous wife. I would never have three beautiful daughters and six fantastic grandchildren. I would never have bought my first two homes. I would never have done a lot of things. Honestly, I don’t think I would have been long for this earth.

I’m eternally grateful that the DJ stopped playing long enough for me to evaluate where I was and opened a door for me to walk out of so I can experience that something more.

In that regard, the DJ saved my life. And I’m glad about it.

When The Music Stops

Hopefully, you have already noticed some of the changes taking place with Mirror Time. I’m convinced that there is a natural evolution that needs to take place with my blog and I’m excited about where this is going. I can safely say that the more than 150 articles reveal much about my life and the path that brought me to where I am. This is the second of our three part miniseries that I hope encourages and inspires you to enjoy the skin you’re in but also recognize that no matter how confined your present seems to be, there is a greater picture that we need to be focused on. This is my attempt to kickstart that process. Hope you enjoy!

If you grew up where I did, you get used to disappointment. You get accustomed to things just not going your way. Well, I never saw this one coming. At the end of the first series I mentioned some bad news. Actually, there was two pieces of bad news that directly altered my trajectory. It would change everything.

I grew so excited about doing music that it became a part of my every waking moment. If I wasn’t signing out loud in the house with my Walkman plugged into my ears, I was attempting to play that old, out of tune, piano in the living room. I just wanted to make music. There was an opportunity at school to start making decisions about our future and what kind of extracurricular classes we wanted to take. Of course, I wanted to do music so I got involved in activities that allowed me to sing or play instruments. I volunteered for a couple choruses, school plays and subsequently joining the drama team and the Music and Arts team. It was official in my mind. I wanted to learn how to play the guitar and the piano and to a degree, my mom indulged this with limits but one conversation changed everything. I told her that I wanted to go the School of Performing Arts and study music. (I was mesmerized by the TV show “Fame”. Not because it was necessarily great television but because it embodied everything I thought I wanted to do.) My mother’s reaction was different than any other time that I asked for something from her. She was adamant and intense and her answer was definitive and emphatic. NO! She wanted me to have a solid career like my uncle, who was an electrical engineer. She stated her case but all I could hear was “No” and “She wanted me to have a real career.”

Most kids have that smidgen of rebellion in them but these words grounded me. They stopped me cold. I know I could have waited until I left home and did what I wanted as an adult but I couldn’t escape those words. I even remember my yearbook photo that I came across just a few years ago and the inscription: Most Likely To Become An Electrical Engineer. I didn’t even remember writing that. It was not what I wanted. I didn’t even enjoy math that much. For me, with no father in the home, my mother was the closest person to me. She was my confidant and very likely, my best friend. Her example loomed large. Her approval was important. Her words had weight. And I respected them. (That proved true years later on my way to an audition for a local ABC soap opera. I got up to the front door and I could hear my mother’s voice as clear as if she was standing right there. I turned around and walked through the city a little and got back on the train and went home.) Bad news #1.

The next delivery was a lot worse than the first. My neighborhood was dangerous. More dangerous than a neighborhood with so many kids living in it should be but it was our reality. In the first article of the series, you got some indication of what my life was like. I had to be independent early and often. I walked to the city bus stop to get to school and I did the same going home. In between my house and that bus stop was gang territory. I had a couple of close calls and minor scrapes in that neighborhood but I walked away from those thankfully. I literally thought that any day on the way home from school could be a potential problem for me. In the Spring of 1984, my mother was pregnant with my little sister, and that only added to my stress level. I was constantly panicked thinking she could be in danger where we lived.

One morning that started out just like any other with me eating cereal in front of the TV watching the Thundercats, the Legend of Voltron, Wonderama, or the local morning show. I took that long walk to the city bus stop just like usual, humming some of my favorite songs, looking over my shoulder, wondering if my luck walking through gang territory would run out. I got to the bus stop just as the rain began to fall. There were a couple of elderly ladies waiting on that corner as well. Our bus turned the corner and I prepared to get on to get out of the heavy rainfall. I instantly stepped back from the curb to allow the elderly ladies to get on the bus before me. After the ladies boarded, I stepped onto the first step and suddenly the door slammed shut on my leg and the bus slowly began to move forward. I looked up at the bus driver as I pounded on the door with my right fist, screaming at him to stop the bus. I will never forget the look on his face. His eyes were glazed over as if he was dazed or under hypnosis. He never turned his head. He didn’t bristle or flinch at my screams and those of all my friends on the bus. I calmly grabbed the steering wheel and began to drive faster. I lost my balance and began to fall backwards. Everything from that moment felt like slow motion. My arms extended out as I tried to reach for the door but couldn’t. I could hear all of my friends from the middle to the back of the bus screaming at the driver to stop. I started to become disoriented and turned to see the fire hydrant speeding towards my head. I felt as if I was going to pass out. My eyes fluttered as my leg came out of the closed door and I hit the pavement hard but the bus continued to drive, right over my right leg. I must have slipped into shock because I don’t remember anything until I was on a gurney being wheeled into the back of an emergency vehicle. I couldn’t hear any of my favorite songs. I couldn’t find solace in getting lost in my music. And I couldn’t feel my legs. Bad news #2. This was the day that the music stopped.

 

Sounds of the City

Hopefully, you have already noticed some of the subtle style and format changes taking place with Mirror Time. I’m convinced that there is a natural evolution that needs to take place with my blog and I’m excited about where this is going. I can safely say that the more than 150 articles reveal much about my life and the path that brought me to where I am. Today, I’m sharing the first of a three part miniseries that I hope encourages and inspires you to enjoy the skin you’re in but also recognize that no matter how confined your present seems to be, there is a greater picture that we need to be focused on. This is my attempt to kickstart that process. Hope you enjoy!

I was born and raised in New York City and people who never lived there can only imagine what that looks like. I was a typical latch-key kid who learned independence early on in life. (I had a mother who was a very stern believer in education and her life exemplified it. She worked full time for an international fragrance company and she went to school at night. I don’t know to this day what she was chasing but I saw a determination and a drive that I tried to exhibit in my life as well. Looking at her life now it is clear that she has had a very successful career and is very educated. She is a living reminder of what the American dream looks like!) It was weird being at home alone in what was generally a rough part of Brooklyn. Just going to the corner bodega for a half gallon of milk could put my life in jeopardy. (True story!) Any day, any night, something catastrophic can happen there and it was something a young kid at home couldn’t help but think about. I began to learn how to cook for us so Mom had a warm meal when she got home.

Besides knocking out my homework every day, I really had to find ways to amuse myself. I think the truer point is I needed to find a way to block out the noise outside my window. Gang violence, domestic disputes, street fights, drug deals, car accident, or any assortment of normals on the street where I lived. Unfortunately, in my city, the walls and the windows were pretty thin so you can hear everything. Even the things you didn’t want to hear. So after my homework and dinner was cooked, I needed to ramp up the noise. I turned the TV or the radio up loud so it’s all I could hear.

I watched a lot of Wild Kingdom, National Geographic, and some brand of public television like PBS. But I begin to really get accustomed to turning on my radio. My musical era consisted of songs like “When Doves Cry” by Prince, Microphone Fiend” by Eric B and Rakim, “Beat It” by Michael Jackson, “Rock The Bells” by LL Cool J, and “Living On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi. My radio was normally stuck on Z100 with Scott Shannon but my love for music was growing and it was growing fast. Soon, I barely turned the television on at all and I couldn’t wait to get home from school, finish my homework so I can crank up my radio while I did my household chores. These songs were the soundtrack of my life long after I left the city and moved South. In a lot of ways, they were indicative of what New York City was all about.

I saw so much tragedy in that neighborhood. I saw so many people carried out of their homes on stretchers. So many young people gunned down in the middle of the streets, sometimes in broad daylight. It wasn’t that I didn’t have a great mother because I did. It wasn’t that I didn’t have some good friends because I did. But I can’t think of anything, especially during that time, that gave me the kind of escape that music did. I got lost in the notes, keys, and chords. It became all that I could think about. I sat in my classes thinking about my city and humming songs. It got to the point where every waking moment was spent listening to music. If it wasn’t “Yo MTV Raps”, it was “Video Soul”. I was constantly feeding myself music. It wasn’t long before I couldn’t watch TV without having the radio in the background. I began to find it impossible to do my homework or cook the family meals without having the radio on in the background. I even went to sleep to the sounds that came out of my boombox. It became unbearable to not have the radio playing. My love for music was starting to take over everything. I couldn’t bare to miss an impromptu rap battle, block parties, live performances by music artists who were from NYC, or the all-too-common break dancing expedition.

Where I lived, probably not unlike any other city, there were a lot of voices, a lot of sounds. I think I needed the music so those voices and sounds weren’t the background of my life. I could hear and see things within the music that no one else could. Music made me happy and hopeful. I actually believed that music made the world a better place. I was inspired unlike anything I had ever experienced. I even dreamed one day of making my own music. I didn’t know what I wanted to do in life until that moment but I knew it. I wanted to be a musician. And that’s when I got some news delivered right to my doorstep that threaten to dash those dreams for good.

 

To Forgive Is Divine

Hello, everyone!

As Election Day has dawned upon us, I am reminded of how easy it is to forget the way we look while we make judgments on how someone else looks. We do this so often, in today’s time, to our own detriment. (Matthew 7:5)

How is it possible that we can find ourselves in dire straits, willing to practically do anything to find favor with those that we owe a debt to but when someone owes us a debt far less than what we owed, we can be so cruel, hateful and so unforgiving?

I can remember way back in my youth, friends that would be so humble about a $50 debt they owed but would resort to physical violence over a $10 debt someone owed them. It’s inequitable and hypocritical. Well, it’s become common for us to do the same thing with the Lord too. We owe a debt in that regard that we simply cannot pay. The depth and magnitude of that debt is immeasurable. It cost His most precious and was forged with a solemn promise. But look how easily we disrespect the “Grace-giver” by how we treat each other under the auspices of that same grace.

So many promises.

“Lord, if you get me out of this one, I’ll do “this”. Lord, if you heal my son, I’ll do “that”. Lord, if you let the doctor’s test come back negative, I’ll do “this”. Lord, if you help me get out of this speeding ticket, I’ll do “that”. Please have mercy on me!

But as soon as someone wrongs us in even the slightest, “Pay what you owe!”, we shout! I’ll never forgive you!”, we swear. “I’ll take you for all you have!”, we declare. “I’ll ruin you!”, we promise.

Instantly, I remembered the man whose massive debt was forgiven by another but was unwilling to forgive a small debt owed to him. (Matthew 18:23-35 CSB)

The common retort is that we’re only human. I am starting to question if we ever know what that means anymore. As we stand under the auspices of said grace, we simply must strive to do better.

Can We Talk?

Good morning, friends and family.

Due to personal and spiritual reasons, I took a self-initiated week off of social media. I know it’s no big deal to the general public as everyone seems to be doing that for one reason or another. I did hear from some of you who were still reading Mirror Time and wondering what the next article would be about. For many of you, it’s your primary means of connection with me so leaving you, albeit briefly, was a sacrifice that cost me something. However, it was personally and spiritually ground breaking to say the least.

But in this moment, as I reach back out into a world that is not always so pleasant to ask you one question. Can we talk?

See, we can text and email and we can nosh at local functions or whisper at the water cooler. But I want to know can we talk. I mean, honestly and fruitfully, have a dialogue because if anything is a dying art, it’s that. While we watch all the other decaying things in our eye line, we are missing that essential key to our humanity. That communication is part of what makes us human. It is what makes us essential. Every creature made has its own form of interaction and communication, even if it’s a language we don’t understand. But it’s clear ours is blocked by innovation, technology, social media constructs, raw emotions, and an unwillingness to listen rather than being heard.

We have petulant children in positions of authority and influence making headlines and disregarding the details. We have broken toys vying for attention in places that can only truly give them a temporary reprieve from their pain. We have segments and puzzle pieces but no substantial big pictures and no sustained drive to attain them. We’re living in a moment and not even doing that well. Actually, we’re missing the moment entirely. We are only given so many opportunities to be relevant and to “change the world”. Generally, we shake our heads at it, grumble and complain about it, or get depressed enough to try to hide ourselves from it.

One of my all time favorite passages is in Romans 12:1-2.

“Therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, I urge you to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God; this is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God.”

The Apostle Paul (and author of this book) started this passage with the word “therefore”, which indicates that there was a case being made prior to this in the latter part of the 11th Chapter of Romans. This is his summation. “Therefore”, he starts. “Because of the mercies that God has already shown us”, he adds. “Present your bodies as a living sacrifice”.

Sacrifice often has a negative connotation but this is good and I’ll tell you why. The gifts that mean the most are the ones that someone gives to you at great cost. A dead sacrifice doesn’t have a free willed choice. The one who offers that sacrifice is the only one that gains. With a living sacrifice, the sacrifice has the ability to exhibit his or her free will, sense of personal power, and influence and crawl away from the altar. The incredible nature of this act is when the sacrifice remains on the altar by his or her own choice. In this case, the sacrifice that remains on the altar until the process is finished is the one who gains.

The term “present” has a military connotation in its use here. It is the same way a soldier would present himself before a commanding officer at the start of his tour. He would ready himself, shine his shoes, clean his belt buckle, be garbed in the proper attire with shirt buttoned and hat squarely worn, and standing at attention, awaiting his orders for the day. PRESENT! We are supposed to start the day, looking like our best selves, even when we struggle with life and we feel weary. We are supposed to recognize that going into the fields without our commanding officer’s orders is out of order and puts us in jeopardy. We are supposed to be willing to let the potter put us back onto the wheel and cut away the misshapen parts of us so we can reflect the image of Him originally designed. We seem unwilling to submit ourselves long enough to the Process. Sometimes we’re stuck in the “land of inconsequentials”, doing stuff that really doesn’t matter in the big scheme of things.

I think religion has lulled us into a false sense of security and we think a few nice words and some penance are enough to fulfill us. This has never proven true. We were once in the garden with Him in the cool of the day, in sweet, untainted relationship. Now we have to trust Him to restore us back to what He still wants today: sweet, untainted relationship. We have to allow Him to cut away the dead, unfruitful things. We have to allow His light to guide us in dark places even when we think a flashlight is more practical. We have to allow Him to be Lord when we think our way is better and faster for us. It’s a daily process we take for granted. We have to rise higher. I don’t mean elitism or status seeking of any kind. I mean accepting the gradual process of a changed mind and a changed heart. “Do not be conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may discern what is the good, pleasing, and perfect will of God.”

It hit me this past week that I will not always have the privilege to be a voice in my circle of influence and write articles, and send encouraging tweets and FB posts. Tomorrow is not promised. Hopefully this article impacted you in the key areas shared today. Talk back to me and tell me what you’re hearing and gleaning from this article. Share with us what you’ve been needing to see in your life but hadn’t seen yet. If you could change one present situation about yourself, what would that be? Where do you think that change will take you personally? Was there an “a-ha” moment for you? Did this article help you see your current trajectory differently? Or do you think everything is fine just the way it is and there’s no need to change anything? We can talk about that too. I just sincerely hope we can talk….

 

 

 

Your Opinion Matters

Hi everybody.

Hope you’re enjoying Mirror Time so far. There’s a lot to digest in our world and often not enough time to do that with our busy schedules but I am very excited and honored that you are not only reading but you’re commenting and sharing our blog with those that need what we provide.

With that being said, this past summer, on July 20th and July 21st, I released a series of opinion polls. Just like any of your social media timelines, as the days go on, the content from yesterday sinks like a stone never to be heard from again. 🙂

What I would like for you to do if you can is please go to the polls (I think, nine in all) and make a choice in each question. They’re multiple choice and some of them are not easy to answer (some serious and some kinda humorous) but I believe in your ability to be honest.  Comments are optional but ALWAYS appreciated. I believe the polls are timeless and still speak to where we are now as much as they did in July. So please jump in and share. There will be some new polls before the year is up but these feel unfinished and I would love your support.

Your opinion does matter. Especially to me. Can’t wait to hear your thoughts and comments.

Go Fish

Today, for the first time in more than 35 years, I went fishing. The first time was with my uncle back in the eighties when I was a little kid. I didn’t know what I was doing then either. My brother and one of the most consistent and trusted friends in this world invited me to join him doing something that he enjoys above most things. He invited me to go fishing. I think I understand the allure now. We went to Sullivan’s Island before dawn and headed out with our gear. As I trucked through the sand in pitch black darkness, I couldn’t help wondering what I was in for. I knew what we were going to do but I didn’t know what would actually happen. I expected fellowship with a brother that actually enjoys my company. I can always count on some insightful talks and a lot of humor. I ended up learning more than what I planned. I thought it was just a fishing trip.

We worked from three separate sections of the vast stretch of beach but it wasn’t until we parked at the last section that business began to pick up. There were nearly a dozen other fishermen at the shoreline trying to find success just like us. It is possible that we were the only ones that had success out there. At least, that’s what the word on the shore was.

I found out so much about myself in these moments. I learned how to set stakes, cast a line, and to some degree, unhook a fish. Along with grabbing the mullets we were using for bait, unhooking live fish from the metal hooks was something I am working towards. That was a challenge for me but I intend to conquer it next time out. During our five and a half hours, we caught 22 Bluefish and one Black Sea bass, which we threw back because it was too small. It wasn’t long before we were drawing a small crowd every few minutes. I believe people were more intrigued with the fact that we were constantly catching fish when everyone was trying to. Apparently, we were the topic of many conversations. Maybe it was warranted……nearly every time we cast a line, we pulled in a reasonably large Bluefish. It was strange how successful we were. It was not what I expected. I foresaw us sitting on beach chairs, sipping on a cool drink, enjoying the sunrise, and catching a fish here and there.

Halfway through our fish catching expedition, it came to mind how often the Lord uses fishing scenarios in scripture. Even many of the key and influential disciples of Jesus Christ were fishermen by trade. I can’t believe that was an accident. But why?

These men and so many others were fishermen by trade, meaning their livelihood depended on how successful they were. It was their business and their primary means of support. They probably couldn’t afford to have a bad day at the office.

I would surmise that to be a successful fisherman, one must be Patient.

While we were there, we noticed that besides two other gentlemen, we were the only ones out at the crack of dawn. If that isn’t a metaphor for life, I don’t know what is. There are a lot of people who want something but there are very few that are willing to grind for it and even sacrifice for it. When my brother told me we were going to meet on the island at 6am, I didn’t flinch. I was up at 4:30 and out of the house by 5. Even though I knew very little about fishing in detail, I understood the need for the early rise. Several more fishermen came out at 9 am, then 11am, then nearly 12 noon. By their own estimation, they were not as successful as they would have hoped. We waited for hours, moved to different locations, tried different methods, and it all took patience. I believe that paid off.

A successful fisherman must also be Prepared.

Being my first time out, I didn’t bring anything but I realize the need for the proper footgear. That was key due to the cooler air and water temperatures. Spending so much time in deeper waters and being out there for hours required planning. The proper clothing, water, and snacks was essential for the trip but my brother had the wisdom to bring extra tackles, fishing poles, cast nets, weights, and plenty of mullets for bait. We had enough to share bait with other fishermen unable to find any so they can reel in some Bluefish too. Throughout this process, we would find many missed opportunities as we faced off against bigger and more voracious fish. We think the dreaded mackerel or really large bluefish or maybe even a shark may have hindered us a time or two. If my brother had not had the forethought that this could happen, we would have an early but unsuccessful day. Being prepared was a blessing for us as well as for others. We should always have that in mind when preparing. It’s not always about us.

That brings me to my last two points, which work together in this instance.

 

A successful fisherman must also be People-Oriented and understand the importance of Partnership.

In Luke Chapter 5, Simon became an object lesson after one of Jesus’ sermons near the Lake of Gennesaret. Jesus saw two boats left by the fishermen who were washing their nets. They had worked all night but hadn’t caught one fish. Can anyone relate to working hard at something important and not being productive or meeting the desired goal? Well, that’s where Simon was in this moment. Notice what Jesus did because it might be profound. Jesus got into Simon’s boat and asked him to take him back out into the water. Simon and his partners worked hard all night and had nothing to show for it but failure. Jesus said “Take me into your boat back to the place you failed.”

Raise your hands if you feel so comfortable that you could go back to the place where you utterly failed and take Jesus with you. Most people would just avoid this or simply not want to discuss it, much less revisit it but that’s what the Savior was asking Simon to do. Simon obeyed this command but Jesus transitioned back to the sermon He was teaching while Simon sat there in the boat in the place where he toiled all night long unsuccessfully. I don’t know how long this message took. Jesus may have had the customary three or four closings. Simon must have been frustrated. Simon had to ask, “What am I doing out here? I just want to go home and go to sleep. I’ve been here all day and accomplished nothing” or any number of assorted thoughts. Then Jesus asked him to stretch his faith.

“Go out into deep water and let down the nets for a catch.”, Jesus said to Simon.

Of course, a frustrated Simon said what many of us probably would say. Even you fine Christian folks out there reading this.

“Master we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything.”

But because Jesus said so, Simon let down the nets. Think about that for a minute. He did it because Jesus said so. When he did what he was told, they caught a large number of fish that their nets began to break. They signaled their partners in the other boat to come (that Jesus was not in) and help them and they filled both boats so full that they were about to sink.

Simon Peter immediately realized his sinfulness against the backdrop of the answer to our prayers, the salvation of our souls, and the healer of our sicknesses. Then Jesus told him what I believe I was reminded of when I stood out on the sand, reeking of fish parts, and sore from the neck down to my toes…”from now on, you will fish for people.”

Simon’s friends and partners benefited from what happened in Simon’s life. If Simon didn’t obey God, look how many families would come up short financially that night. Look how many sheep would not get fed many years later. Look at that one man who would have never recognized he was working but he wasn’t walking out his purpose. We were able to be a blessing to a Boy Scout troop who were out there to learn fishing and prayerfully catch a fish or two. We helped a little with both of those goals. My brother and I already have a strong friendship. Our partnership, however, helped us accomplish much more than we both thought we would.

I may go back out the beach several more times and catch fish the same way I did today but just like my home garden often teaches me about agriculture, seed-time, and harvest, I believe I learned today about my responsibility to put even more effort into fishing for men as I did for bluefish today.

The World From Your Window – 10/12/18

Good morning,

I recently learned a valuable lesson in perception. As a manager, I am often reminded that no matter how many donuts and snacks you bring into work for your employees, it’s nearly impossible to change their perception of one situation when they perceive every situation the same. It’s highly likely a thief is almost always thinking that someone is trying to steal from him so he doesn’t trust anyone. The world at large is giving us much to talk about and think about to feed our perception of things. So how does the world look from your vantage point? How are things looking from your window?

MICHAEL’S DESTRUCTIVE PATH

(Source: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2018/10/12/michael-moves-into-atlantic-ocean-leaves-damage-across-5-states/1610353002)

The path from the Florida panhandle and heading into the Mid-Atlantic states has left multiple fatalities, more than a half million people without power, and whole cities leveled beyond description in what has been described by some as the most destructive storm to make landfall in US history. The carnage and loss of life was too much no matter the circumstance. Having lived through several storms, I have tried to recognize how fortunate I am to still be here to tell the stories. In 3 different states, I could have been a victim but I was not. My heart goes out to those that were affected and still are affected by this vicious but indiscriminate storm. Any and all of us can one day be affected or know someone who is. The news has more information than I can provide so I just wanted to take this time to do the only thing I could do: encourage us to step back and locate, at least, one reason to be grateful. Then help someone less fortunate than you. This may be the human condition but that is the appropriate and human response. Thank you.

 

FIRST LADY

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/melania-trump-says-she-apos-182511548.html)

(Source: https://finance.yahoo.com/news/melania-trump-survivors-sexual-assault-165305499.html)

(Source: https://www.vanityfair.com/style/2018/10/melania-trump-put-her-pith-helmet-on-a-pedestal-in-abc-interview)

There are so many things to touch here but I will try to be brief. On the surface, the role of First Lady is both political and social in nature. There are even aspects of the role that are cause the holder of this distinction to be influential in the area of fashion and public policy. Several issues were reported this week that made this office of First Lady come under some scrutiny. 

First Lady Melania Trump, in a rare TV interview with ABC’s Good Morning America, believes that she is “the most bullied person in the world” and uses the example of her social media to justify this belief. She also added that her and her husband will slowly weed out those in the White House that she doesn’t like or trust.

In another instance, Mrs. Trump sat down with ABC’s World News Tonight with anchor Tom Llamas, and made a loud and clear statement regarding sexual assault victims:

“You need to have really hard evidence, that, you know, if you accuse of something, show the evidence,” Trump said. She added that she supports women, and also men. “I do stand with women, but we need to show the evidence. You cannot just say to somebody, you know, ‘I was sexually assaulted’ or ‘You did that to me,’ because sometimes the media goes too far and the way they portray some stories, it’s not correct, it’s not right.”

Regarding the aforementioned influence in fashion, Mrs. Trump also placed a pith helmet, a controversial symbol of African colonialism on a pedestal during the entire interview. It wasn’t that long ago, on her way to Texas shelters during the much publicized visit with detained immigrant children, she wore the now infamous green jacket with the words “I really don’t care. Do you?” scrawled on the back. 

There’s much to unpack here but bullying is a global issue and not one I feel comfortable casually tossing around. Many children have gone so far as to take their own lives because of this. Families have been torn apart because of this issue. Several school shootings and what have been considered heinous acts of terrorism have been found to have bullying as the impetus for some. Social media has also been a hotbed for cyber-bullying where influential people use their status to offend, persecute, and demean others using posts, tweets, and pictures. These offended persons may have a case for being the most bullied persons in the world as well.

I can’t begin to imagine how survivors of sexual assault are feeling as they wake up this morning. Many of them lived in an era that dismissed and demeaned women or they were part of organizations that marginalized them as humans so reporting sexual assaults was easier said than done in many cases. The First Lady’s comments must have sounded hurtful to them and added to their fears that if they do report these crimes, they may not have a welcoming ear. Whether that’s true or not, one thing is for certain, this is cause for debate and concern when sexual assault victims are asked to provide eyewitness testimony before they’re taken seriously.

Our world largely lacks self-awareness so it’s a foreboding and scary sign when our generation and the next generation get to the place where they ignore history and are doomed to repeat it. The wearing or bearing of the pith helmet, swastika, or any other symbol that represents human cruelty, violations of human rights, murder, rape, or the like should be universally avoided by everyone that designates themselves as human beings. Walking a mile in another’s shoes is optional but doing unto others what you would have done unto you should be universal. I don’t know if this was intentional or simply yet another lack of awareness in a sea of examples of the same. I am starting to realize that maybe because many don’t remember, understand, or relate to the plight of others, they simply have decided not to care and the human life doesn’t matter at all.

 

THE PURGE

(Source: https://www.usatoday.com/story/tech/2018/10/11/facebook-removes-over-550-pages-250-accounts-latest-spam-purge/1604025002)

Facebook’s fight against fake accounts and spam continued Thursday as the social networking giant removed 559 Facebook Pages and 251 Facebook accounts over breaking the site’s rules for “spam and coordinated inauthentic behavior.”

“Many were using fake accounts or multiple accounts with the same names and posted massive amounts of content across a network of Groups and Pages to drive traffic to their websites,” wrote Nathaniel Gleicher, Facebook’s head of cybersecurity policy and Oscar Rodriguez, a Facebook product manager, in a blog post announcing the latest purge.

Protection for the privacy and security of users of social media is still an issue and I get it. But when is enough enough? I have even had friends who posted thoughts that had a certain political slant that had their posts removed and they were sent to FB jail while others with posts on the other side of the aisle were left unharmed. This seems uneven in a lot of ways although I thought I understood the intent. Even sharing content or products can be problematic. I get “stopped at the gate” and flagged for spam for just sharing my new articles with you. I believe there is a difference between what I am doing and what they are trying to curtail but I have to generally ask, How best should a person like me or another business owner share their content or product if they can’t share it with their friends around the world? Just a thought we can ponder together.

Here are some other stories that are guaranteed to blow your mind!

 

WHEN THE DOW DROPS: (Source: https://www.usatoday.com/story/money/2018/10/12/stock-market-dow-selloff-marks-turning-point/1599851002)

GREY IS THE NEW BLACK: (Source: https://abcnews.go.com/US/white-parents-black-babysitter-reported-stranger-police-call/story?id=58400770)

PC WORLD: (Source: https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2018/10/large-majorities-dislike-political-correctness/572581)

FAIR AND BALANCED: (Source: https://www.cnn.com/videos/politics/2018/10/11/trump-kanye-meeting-hurricane-michael-cooper-kth-ac-vpx.cnn)

 

Editor’s Note from the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, everyone.

It’s my sincere hope that you’re having a great day. I know we all define “great” differently but I wish you all well.

Today, if you would allow me to, I need to be even more transparent. I’m often expected to have answers or, at least, a helpful idea or recommendation. As soon as I stepped into work this morning, I was besieged with questions and instantly leaped into action. But today, I don’t feel as though I have answers. I don’t have anything profound to say. I often have to dust off the old life coach and bring the minister out for one more assignment but I struggle to see my value in certain spots today. However, I’m still present and that has to count for something. I’m going to need some help and much prayer.

I have a lot of connections and a network of people that expect me to be….well, to be me.  Today, I don’t feel like the best me that I can be. I feel underappreciated and undervalued. I feel empty and unfulfilled. I don’t like this version of me. So does that mean you shouldn’t listen to me today while I’m in this temporary state? I hope you will despite that.

We all want to be relevant. We want to be successful. We want to be heard. Your comments tell me so much. I wanted to appreciate the transparency so many of my readership has shown here. In a larger way, that is precisely what is wrong with the world around us. So many people spending so much time jockeying for position. Stepping over people to get to a place of power and acclaim. Somewhere we stopped being human and stopped caring about people. If we’re not promoting political agendas, we’re promoting ourselves. Cruelty is on the daily special and it’s sad. What’s good will be considered evil and what’s evil will be considered good. There’s a passage of Scripture that foretells some of this.

“…..in the last days it is going to be very difficult to be a Christian. For people will love only themselves and their money; they will be proud and boastful, sneering at God, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful to them, and thoroughly bad. They will be hardheaded and never give in to others; they will be constant liars and troublemakers and will think nothing of immorality. They will be rough and cruel, and sneer at those who try to be good. They will betray their friends; they will be hotheaded, puffed up with pride, and prefer good times to worshiping God. They will go to church, yes, but they won’t really believe anything they hear. Don’t be taken in by people like that.” (2 Timothy 3:1-5 TLB)

Still somehow those efforts never truly fill the deep voids. We remain empty, dissatisfied, and unfulfilled. Simply because we refuse to admit that we are at the bottom of the pit and we need a helping hand to help us out. Swinging at shadows can be tiring.

You’re struggling. You’re frustrated. You’re vulnerable. You’re open. I am all of those things and then some. Join me in taking this opportunity today to recognize that we don’t have it all together. We’re hurting. We’re at the brink of giving up. But we simply can’t stay “there”. Don’t unpack your bags in this place. We need to keep moving forward. If a plant is constantly moving from soil to soil, this shocks the roots and the plant will cease to grow and it will not produce any valuable fruit. I’m not advising you to run away from obligations and responsibilities like jobs, ministry, family, etc. Running away is always the default but the most resilient plants often grow best through adverse conditions. My family have been harvesting and enjoying more than 12 months of collard greens and kale, and green onions without fail in our raised bed garden. All because regardless of the temperature and the weather conditions, they continue to stand strong and produce. You’re better and more valuable than a leafy green to God. You are able to feed a nation with what is inside of you. If you stay in “this place” and forfeit the process, a nation will go hungry and you will be unfulfilled and unfinished. Don’t make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation. If you’re determined to go through, you’ll see the other side of it before you know it.

I appreciate you guys. Thank you for following us. Have a great day!!!!

Purge Yourself

Raise your hands if you think slavery, rape, mass murder, and bribery is great! Well, I’m going to let you in on a very poorly kept secret. They won’t mention this at your quarterly tea parties or the company picnic. You won’t hear this at your fantasy football draft or while you’re out shopping next weekend or even at girls’ night out. But you may know someone who thinks this is great and America should go back to the “good old days” when things were simpler. You might even have a buddy that thinks blowing up buildings is the perfect revenge for years of real or imagined offenses. Hopefully you didn’t raise your hand. That’ll help identify you as a rational and logically thinking HUMAN BEING. There’s still plenty of them out there.

Know what the allure of TV shows and movies like “The Purge” have? Shades of a totalitarian mindset where tyranny, oppression, and a lack of democracy is the best thing for everyone. Right.

I would love to see America think again. That would be as refreshing as it is necessary. Put down the cell phone that blind our eyes. Turn off the television sets and the computer monitors and the inflammatory, slanted 24 hour news cycle and think. Avoid the common trap of reacting on the headline rather than engaging the content of an article. Give consideration to what the proper human response should be to every situation. Utilize the “golden rule” and do for and to others what you would have done to and for you in return.

On one hand, we’re told ad-nauseam but certain groups of people that we should let go of the past and get over it. We’re told that those things don’t matter anymore and they are outdated. The other hand tells you that certain people are not worthy of the liberties they themselves enjoy because of that same past. Those are the kind of persons that are “purged” so to speak. It’s a bit heavy-handed and hypocritical to say stop looking at a thing then accuse you of being foolish for not seeing it. There are a lot of things that are not great about where we are and where we’ve been. If you think about it, you’ll likely get it. If you listen to your peers and talking points in the media only, you’ll miss it.

Maybe Agent K from “Men In Black” had a point after all.

“A person is smart; People are dumb” ~ Agent K

I’m not some public defender of human rights. I’m not an ordained preacher in someone’s pulpit. I’m not a holder of office or a politician. I’m just a man who has been blessed to live for nearly half a century and have gotten somewhat wiser with those years. Please don’t dismiss this because of the color of my skin. Please don’t brush this aside because it didn’t connect with what you heard on the local cable news networks. Please think yourself smarter than the average bear and ignore the pain of a people and the shame of a nation. You’re better than that. So what can you do from your vantage point?

I’d never tell you to protest or boycott an organization. I’d also never tell you to write letters to your public officials or withhold your money from specific companies. I can’t advise you to go onto social media and raise awareness. I also don’t have the right to tell you to live an uncompromising lifestyle and become the change you want to see. I’m just asking you to do what Mirror Time have always advocated from its beginning: Think. Before you act. Before you speak. Before you press send. Think. Recognize that your words and actions may have a ripple effect in your community, in your church, in your workplace, and in your family lineage. Think. Before you react or respond. Think. Step away from the masses screaming for blood and vengeance. Create distance between the friends and acquaintances that believe in and advocate a society that is homogenous in skin tone and uniform in the fallacy that God made a mistake in His creative plan. Avoid the rising blood pressured situations that cause you to respond without consideration and make a permanent decision based on a temporary situation. Stop. Think.

Who knows? You might literally change the world for the better with what you discover.

I’d love to hear what you think. Jump in our comments section. Thank you for listening and giving this serious thought.

 

Before You Settle Down…

How you view your past relations will be the scope for the future ones.

The Two Travelers and the Farmer

A traveler came upon an old farmer hoeing in his field beside the road. Eager to rest his feet, the wanderer hailed the countryman, who seemed happy enough to straighten his back and talk for a moment.

“What sort of people live in the next town?” asked the stranger.

“What were the people like where you’ve come from?” replied the farmer, answering the question with another question.

“They were a bad lot. Troublemakers all, and lazy too. The most selfish people in the world, and not a one of them to be trusted. I’m happy to be leaving the scoundrels.”

“Is that so?” replied the old farmer. “Well, I’m afraid that you’ll find the same sort in the next town.

Disappointed, the traveler trudged on his way, and the farmer returned to his work.

Some time later another stranger, coming from the same direction, hailed the farmer, and they stopped to talk. “What sort of people live in the next town?” he asked.

“What were the people like where you’ve come from?” replied the farmer once again.

“They were the best people in the world. Hard working, honest, and friendly. I’m sorry to be leaving them.”

“Fear not,” said the farmer. “You’ll find the same sort in the next town.”

How you view your past relations will be the scope for the future ones.

Knocking At Your Door

“There is a knock on the door to your heart.

It’s not with a loud boom that immediately grabs your attention and interrupts our busy lives.

It’s not brutal and pushy and it does not shove or force its way in.

GOD doesn’t kick your door down and scream “Let me in! Stop what you’re doing and listen to me!”

He simply and gently asks if He can have a place in your heart.

And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord: but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake: And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. (I Kings 19:11-12)

The awesome and also important point is that Elijah cried out to GOD first because he had a heart of compassion for the sins He saw and he humbled himself to a power and force much greater than himself and learned the most profound lesson of his life.”

This is an excerpt from my old blog “The GoDspOt”. It wasn’t popular or hip because the response to it tells me it was profound. I don’t know where you are in your life. Maybe you are content with where you are. Maybe you recognize that there is more and you hunger for it. The potential for fulfilled purpose is only a knock away. Live every day in expectation of it.

The Carpenter’s House

An elderly carpenter was ready to retire. He told his employer-contractor of his plans to leave the house building business and live a more leisurely life with his wife enjoying his extended family.

He would miss the paycheck, but he needed to retire. They could get by. The contractor was sorry to see his good worker go and asked if he could build just one more house as a personal favor. The carpenter said yes, but in time it was easy to see that his heart was not in his work. He resorted to shoddy workmanship and used inferior materials. It was an unfortunate way to end his career.

When the carpenter finished his work and the builder came to inspect the house, the contractor handed the front-door key to the carpenter. “This is your house,” he said, “my gift to you.”

What a shock! What a shame! If he had only known he was building his own house, he would have done it all so differently. Now he had to live in the home he had built none too well.

So it is with us. We build our lives in a distracted way, reacting rather than acting, willing to put up less than the best. At important points we do not give the job our best effort. Then with a shock we look at the situation we have created and find that we are now living in the house we have built. If we had realized that we would have done it differently.

Think of yourself as the carpenter. Think about your house. Each day you hammer a nail, place a board, or erect a wall. Build wisely. It is the only life you will ever build. Even if you live it for only one day more, that day deserves to be lived graciously and with dignity. The plaque on the wall says, “Life is a do-it-yourself project.” Your life tomorrow will be the result of your attitudes and the choices you make today.

~Author Unknown

Editor’s Note from the MTWMY Desk

Good morning, friends and family.

I hope all is well with you and yours wherever in the world you find yourself reading this article from. Today, I am challenged with thoughts and feelings about where we are as a whole in our world. The local or national newspapers don’t help ease my angst most days. I wanted to be consistent about thanking all of my readership for the efforts you put in to supporting Mirror Time and your diligence in reading every thought, word, idea, and form of expression I share with you. I don’t get to post new content daily so every week or every couple of weeks I am giving you a lot to think about and a lot to digest. Thank you for your understanding.

Social media plays a significant role but when we power up our PCs and look at our mentions and chat messages, we see enough to plunge us into a state of perpetually asking “why”. For those of you that are unfamiliar with my work and don’t follow me on Facebook or Twitter or here at Mirror Time, my goal is not to entertain. I don’t want to make you forget what’s going in our world. I can’t even say that I am providing an escape from your every day. What I will own is that my blogs (as well as my few social media outlets) are platforms to encourage, inspire, and make us think about us and our effect on the world around us. This isn’t fun, light-hearted stuff all the time and I own that too. Balloons and bunnies are not what we need in these crucial times. I’m hoping that I help someone overcome mountains in their lives. I am prayerful and cognizant about what I say and how I say it . I want you, the reader, to leave the place you’re currently finding yourself in a better position than it was when you found it. Imagine a world if everyone did that.

This blog is extremely close to my heart but I only endeavor to make me better and hopefully others will read these words and the telling stories and my heart revealed on these pages and be inspired to live life big but live life well. Thank you for listening and, as always, thank you for subscribing and following us and sharing us with others.

BLESSING IN THE STORM

When you’ve lived through as many storms as I have, from a metropolitan New York City to the rural, hometown feel of South Carolina and Florida, you learn about readiness but also about people in general.

Panic and fear are normal but storms have an undervalued ability to reveal negligence, deficiencies, and areas for potential growth. I would like to believe that epic storms like Hurricane Katrina and Sandy have taught us something of value, whether it’s a necessity for equality in human rights, change in archaic regulation, or maybe something more personal for you.

Jesus had once given a stunning tutorial to his disciples on what it meant to follow Him. The message that may have sounded harsh to those constricted by strong family ties or business obligations. There was a test in this storm.

 

1. Storms have an uncanny way of revealing faulty thinking.

“Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”

He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid? Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm. The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!” (Matthew 8:23-27 NIV)

The disciples were in an enviable position where they had access to all the wisdom of the entire universe. They had a daily audience with the Master. They could learn countless lessons and take advantage of an opportunity very few were privileged to have. I’m positive the disciples were in panic and fear, like many of us have been during a storm. They probably wondered, like we have through the storms of life, if following Jesus was a good idea. They didn’t remember his teachings. They had forgotten his wisdom. Haven’t we done that at the most critical moments also?

The ship erupted into chaos except for a peacefully sleeping Master. How was it that He was able to sleep with a storm beating down on the ship so ferociously? He slept because He possessed the peace that the promise His father had made was rock solid. He exercised His faith. Since he didn’t yet see the promise, it was easy to surmise that this crazy boat ride would not be his swan song. Instead of the disciples rousing the Savior with their prayers fueled with faith, they roused Him with their fears. It’s hard to have peace if you don’t realize you have a promise. They were focused on the situation and took their eyes off of the solution.

 

2. Storms reveal the opportunity for a more soundly built structure.

When I moved into our current home, we were initially unaware of the reputation of the builder when it comes to quality and craftsmanship. There have been speculation regarding shoddy workmanship and corner cutting when it comes to building materials, code regulations, etc. Every hurricane season in the past 3 years has never failed to reveal some sort of defect or construction issue. So it would be safe to say that had there been no storm, there cannot be a revelation of a defect or potential issue. The storm shows us areas we can improve.

“Anyone who listens to my teaching and follows it is wise, like a person who builds a house on solid rock. Though the rain comes in torrents and the floodwaters rise and the winds beat against that house, it won’t collapse because it is built on bedrock. But anyone who hears my teaching and doesn’t obey it is foolish, like a person who builds a house on sand. When the rains and floods come and the winds beat against that house, it will collapse with a mighty crash.” (Matthew 7:24-27 NLT)

I was reading a book called “Bigger, Faster Leadership” by Dr. Sam Chand and it talks about a similar thought when it highlights initial attempts by the French to build the Panama Canal in the late 1800’s. The construction plan was fatally flawed as the rainstorm revealed insufficient irrigation systems, faulty dams, and inexperienced labor. Add to that mudslides, the damage of critical equipment, and a multitude of disease such as malaria and yellow fever, and you have a colossal failure. Millions of dollars on labor and equipment lost. There was a blessing in the storm.

 

3. Storms reveal the foundation of relationships.

Haven’t you learned more about the people in your life when you were at your lowest?

Haven’t you learned more about yourself when you were at your lowest?

Jonah’s relationship with God was publicly revealed through the storm. The mariners realized that they were all in mortal danger primarily because Jonah attempted to flee from God’s presence. (Jonah 1:5-15) They thought the wrath of God was upon them all because of Jonah. He eventually recognized the futility of his rebellion and thought more about the safety of others than his own personal safety. Jonah’s character was developing.

“And he said unto them, take me up, and cast me forth into the sea; so shall the sea be calm unto you: for I know that for my sake this great tempest is upon you.” (Jonah 1:12 ASV)

Joseph’s relationship with God culminated through a series of tragic events, including a famine. He crossed the bridge from bitterness and revenge to forgiveness and redemption. The storms shaped his character and taught him the “why” he had to go through the storms in the first place. (Genesis 41-45) Joseph’s character was developing.

“And now don’t be worried or angry with yourselves for selling me here, because God sent me ahead of you to preserve life…..Therefore it was not you who sent me here, but God.” (Genesis 45:5,8 HCSB)

I heard an outstanding piece of wisdom recently that has totally changed my perspective. When we encounter the storms of life, we often hold contempt in our hearts because of all the giving we have done for others and we fail to see it reciprocated. As a matter of fact, that happens more often than not. When natural and spiritual storms develop in our lives, we often feel alone or betrayed, wondering where is the love, concern, and appreciation that we have given out for so many years. It’s a natural reaction. It’s depressing to be in a storm much less feeling as though you are alone and detached within it. But I learned the healthiest approach in relationship is learning to give with an open hand. The hardest approach to giving, sowing, and sharing is doing so without any expectation of return. The hardest approach and the healthiest approach are one and the same.

As destructive and relentless as the storm can often be, they have an intended ability to reveal what we and the things we trust in are truly made of.

 

 

 

 

There’s No Place Like Home

Just five simple words. Where does your mind go when you hear this? Do you think about your hometown and how much you miss it? Do you think of a little girl from Kansas with bright red shoes? What about a woman who loses her life simply because she refuses to lose her life?

Home represents a lot of things for a lot of people. It’s where your family lives but perhaps a place you’d rather stay away from. It’s a place that you have determined in your heart you will never leave no matter what. It’s the place you were emotionally scarred and abused the most. It’s a place of comfort where you can live unchallenged and unchanged. Home is truly where the heart is. Now one should question the condition of said heart.

I did that and the most amazing thing occurred. I was married nearly 10 years with 3 daughters and facing some real crossroads in my faith. The place where I was spiritually or emotionally was not where I needed to be. I had everything I thought I needed: connections, networks, family, relatives, and a cushy job. Everything was just perfect if normalcy was my goal in life. I was stable. I was comfortable. But deep in me was a spark I couldn’t ignore and it was drawing me away. I needed more than I was able to see. I was not content. I think deep down I knew that if I stayed where I was, I would die where I was. That was not the legacy I wanted to leave my girls. That was not the preferred landing pad after all the hell I have been through in my life. I petitioned the Lord for advice and I heard something similar to the words spoken to Abram in Genesis Chapter 12.

“Now the Lord said to Abram, “Go forth from your country, and from your relatives and from your father’s house, to the land which I will show you.” (v.1)

That was profound! It took me a foreign land that I only heard about and that I was totally unfamiliar. The wisdom I gained in this place was LIFE-CHANGING. We turned a major corner in our spiritual walk and we owe that to “T-town”. My road led me to Tampa, Florida. Abram’s led him to Canaan. He was a rich idolater from a long line of filthy rich idolaters. They didn’t honor or regard God as Lord and Creator and yet Abram had to come to terms with that same Master anyway as well as himself. He was being instructed to drastically change his surroundings, enlarge his territory and purview, leave everything he was comfortable and familiar with, and eventually accept a name change. He had to be removed to avoid being infected by the wickedness of his family environment. (Please don’t overlook the fact that Abram was also 75 years old. Safe to say he could be considered ‘set in his ways’, which made this even more miraculous.) He was being sent to a place he knew nothing about but he obliged. That was just one of the example of faith recorded. Abram took some liberties, such as bringing his nephew Lot on the journey. I would surmise that Lot was considered a “relative” he was supposed to go forth from. We’ll come back to that.

There’s an inherent danger in trying to bring old conveniences into new seasons. How many times have you seen famous people’s attempts to include friends from the old neighborhood into their new neighborhood go horribly wrong? It’s a habit that we, as humans, possess. We are adept at holding onto our “stuff” with a white knuckle grip. If it makes us feel good and gives us happy thoughts, we won’t let go. Happy is a reaction to the current circumstance. When that circumstances changes to something not so favorable, we’re no longer happy. Joy remains whether we’re in a favorable position or not.  Lot was an “old convenience” being brought into a new season. Lot had been able to run Abram’s businesses as Abram’s trusted manager. Abram likely felt some kind of obligation and strong bond. Doesn’t mean it was right but that’s what happened. It was convenient in several ways that they keep that relationship intact. If you’re familiar with the account (Genesis 19), then you know how that turned out for Lot, his wife, and the city they chose to live in out of convenience. There’s a lot to digest in that chapter so be forewarned. In hindsight, the instructions given in Genesis 12:1 were sound advice.

Abram learned some of the most powerful lessons in history and I truly believe it happened primarily because he was willing to separate himself from the things and people that would make it impossible for him to grow and flourish properly.

My wife and I have become avid gardeners for the past two years and we learned the hard way about the incompatibility of certain plants. Experts know that planting tomatoes and beans near each other is problematic. We didn’t know that one will overshadow and hinder the growth of the other. We didn’t have the foresight to understand that planting them together was like forcing us to choose between them because they both could not grow to their fullest capacity. The premise is the same here. It doesn’t matter how beautiful something looks to our eyes, it could possess the capacity to destroy you. (See: Wisteria, Hydrangea, Azalea, Mistletoe, Daffodil, and Lily of the Valley………Sodom. Gomorrah.)

1. Don’t be afraid if you believe it’s time to leave the place you call home. It could be an opportunity for prominence and blessing and best of all, personal and spiritual growth.
2. Don’t be casual about acknowledging where you came from. It should not define you. Learn from the mistakes of others and learn from your own. What you refuse to confront from your past makes it impossible for you to conquer it in your future. “To know your future you must know your past” ~ George Santayana
3. And very importantly, never forget Lot’s wife.

 

 

 

 

 

The World From Your Window – 8/29/18

Good morning, 

Welcome to the August edition of the World From Your Window. Not much month left but there is plenty to talk about. I’ll just offer a few topics for your discussion plate. Ready?

So….how does the world look from your window?

FACEBOOKING POLITICS?

(Source: https://finance.yahoo.com/news/conservative-facebook-employees-organizing-attack-004428106.html)

So we used to use Facebook to visit with our friends who have moved across the country or who we have lost touch with or family who just don’t remember how to use their landlines anymore. Now it looks like Facebook is getting into the political game. They’re just not quite owning up to it.

“More than 100 politically conservative Facebook employees have formed a new internal group to complain that the famously liberal company is “intolerant” of opposing political thought, according to a report from the New York Times on Tuesday.

From what the report indicates, company employees believe that although FB claims to welcome all perspectives, they are quick to attack anyone whose views differ from the leftist ideology. No immediate response from Facebook , who have been accused of bias as of late in this politicized environment.

So do you think Facebook is exhibiting a bias against liberal forms of expression? A conservative leaning friend of mines’ recent post comes to mind. This friend made a suggestion of a candidate for POTUS and their running mate. No other commentary was included. Just a “what do you think about this team?” kind of thing and Facebook immediately flagged this post and removed it without explanation. My friend just wanted an opinion from his friends but what he got instead was a reminder that this medium may not approve of certain kinds of content. Has anyone experienced this kind of response from Facebook on the other side of the aisle or have you seen this primarily regarding posts of a more conservative nature? Let’s talk about it.

SAFETY FIRST

In the world of sports, Dallas Cowboys owner, Jerry Jones, is rebooting his long-held view that an 18 game season is better for the health of the players.

(Source: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/early-lead/wp/2018/08/28/jerry-jones-says-an-18-game-nfl-season-would-be-better-for-players-health/?utm_term=.86b33b9e85f3)

It does my heart good when billionaires are concerned for the welfare of their employees. Gives me hope that the world is heading in the right direction. In this case, read the article for yourself to hear his entire thought process. It’s obvious to any sports fan that 16 games, including a 4 game preseason is taxing on the player as is. The injuries and the toll that it takes on these athletes is already clear. Adding two more games seems like it will add more money to the owner’s bank accounts. Please pardon my skepticism. For this idea to actually be viable, a lot would have to be collectively bargained. You would probably need more time to recuperation so probably more bye weeks per team would be in order, two at the most. Shortening the preseason is problematic and was part of some of the original arguments but that can’t work for obvious reasons. The true evaluation process can’t be left to a training camp only. In game situations are crucial and necessary. In this day and age, if ideas like this are detrimental to the player who is actually doing the playing and is instrumental in the team’s success and marketing and such, they have to be strongly considered. Even Jones’ former SB winning QB, Troy Aikman agrees. And he should know. He actually played the game, right?

What are your thoughts on this idea? Please feel free to share.

EVERYTHING’S BIGGER IN TEXAS

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/texas-jury-finds-white-ex-police-officer-guilty-195414765.html)

The national debate regarding racial bias in U.S. policing was fueled when a Texas jury found ex police officer, 38-year-old Roy Oliver, guilty of the murder of 15-year-old Jordan Edwards, a high school standout student-athlete. There are a lot of parts of this story that are unique, sadly. The conviction of a police officer for murder in officer involved shootings, especially facing a possible life sentence is very rare. The firing of a police officer by their department is also rare. Paid administrative leaves are more common in today’s time. This was very different.

Oliver was categorized by the district attorney as an “angry, out of control, walking bomb” after Oliver was convicted for shooting his rifle into a car with several teens inside, in response to reports of underage drinking in a predominately Black and Hispanic neighborhood. Those three descriptions are exactly what you don’t want to be synonymous with anyone who carries a firearm and has the authority of the law on their side. It doesn’t usually end well as the tragic event indicates. Please read the article as it highlights some other interesting details that might have swayed this jury to decide as they did.

How do you currently honestly feel about law enforcement? What are your thoughts on those that make anonymous tips? Should they be held accountable if their tip was made with malice or with some level of prejudice? How do you think this problem with the relationship between the police and the community they police can be improved? We’re listening.

Here are some other articles that we thought might be of interest to you. Feel free to interject with your opinions and thoughts in our comments section. Thank you for reading. Please subscribe and follow us at mirrortimewithmistayu.wordpress.com

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/gma/suspect-madden-19-tournament-shooting-targeted-gamers-sheriff-234520066–abc-news-topstories.html)

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/jimmy-carter-calls-trump-first-192420175.html)

(Source: https://www.usatoday.com/story/news/2018/08/28/emmett-till-white-girlfriend/1121782002/)

(Source: https://www.cnn.com/2018/08/29/politics/primary-takeaways-florida-arizona-oklahoma/index.html)

Editors Note from the MTWMY Desk

Good evening, guys.

I’m overwhelmed with gladness and joy for all that the Lord has done in my life. Some would be hard pressed to understand this joy that I speak of. Some would even question if it’s authentic. Well, if you’ve ever experienced this, nothing else can come close.

I’m grateful that you’re a part of the big things taking place. I’m excited for the gradual rebirth of Mirror Time and the arrival of “Skipping The STEP”, which should be due sometime this fall. You’ve heard some of the stories and you know some of the anecdotes but you haven’t seen anything yet.

Lots more to come. Big news may be coming soon as well. Stay tuned. Keep us on your mind. Keep sharing with others. Keep subscribing so you get our fresh articles. Thank you guys.

THANK YOU!!!

Guys,

Nobody said the transition would be easy and it clearly has not been. Many of our followers have decided to not take the ride here to WordPress with us. No tears to shed. I believe we have something of value to say and everyone that has read Mirror Time knows my intent is to give you stuff rather than fluff.

I recognize that my ability to write and share thoughts and make what is often complicated come across much simpler is a gift and a blessing. But it means nothing if no one is either reading or listening so I have to say THANK YOU.

Thank you for leaving the candid comments, knowing that someone will either “like” it or probably attack your point of view. You’re helping people when you share your life with us and I know that for a fact. Thank you so much.

Thank you for reading every article and seeing the value of them even if they don’t particularly speak to your current situation. There is something in each post for all of us and I am confident you’re represented.

Thank you for sharing my blog with others. Society have effectually bred a people who think there’s nothing wrong with them and the other person has the problem. Nonsense! We all have struggles and many of us can face it but so many of us are still boxing with shadows and trying to outrun our past. Thank you to those of you that can see your friends and family members in some of these articles and have the boldness to share it with them, knowing that they might appreciate your kindness and the insight.

Lastly, thank you for taking the time. You’re busy. You got obligations. You got drama going on. When you read the articles, it means you think it matters and that matters to me. Please keep commenting, sharing, and if you would like to follow and subscribe with us, that means everything.

THANK YOU so much for supporting me and my dream. Hopefully my words have touched your heart in a good way. I appreciate you guys very much!

 

 

The Kingdom Of Heaven is like…

One of my absolute, immutable favorite segments of the Gospel is the Parable of the Talents located in Matthew 25:14-30. We discover through our reading of the Bible that “all Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right.” (2 Timothy 3:16 NIV)

So in every account, passage, and line, there is an embedded opportunity for us to learn about us, our situations, others in our circles, and about God Himself.

In actuality, my favorite chapter of the Bible is Matthew 25 in its entirety but today, I’d like to focus on talent. A talent in this context is a measurement or sum of a precious metal or coins, in many cases, gold. I am aware that many of you have read this and you instantly think of financial investments when you read this. This is reasonable based on how the term “talent” is used throughout the Bible. I’m hoping that you think a little deeper as you follow this. In our flawed humanity, we often bury what we should invest in and conversely, we invest in what we should bury. This is part of the deeper thought process I was asking for a moment ago.

So what is the Kingdom of Heaven like…?

“For the kingdom of heaven is like a man traveling to a far country, who called his own servants and delivered his goods to them. And to one he gave five talents, to another two, and to another one, to each according to his own ability; and immediately he went on a journey. Then he who had received the five talents went and traded with them, and made another five talents. And likewise he who had received two gained two more also. But he who had received one went and dug in the ground, and hid his lord’s money. After a long time the lord of those servants came and settled accounts with them.

“Like” is used to draw comparisons to two things that have the same characteristics or qualities, or to draw attention to the nature of a thing. “Like” is intended to show similarity between two things. It can closely resemble it or be exactly like it. That’s important here because if you ever want to know how God thinks and how His kingdom generally operates, this is a great example.

The master left his stewards in charge of His goods. It’s necessary to understand that he didn’t give them a gift or their wage — and they weren’t investing their own finance — he left them with HIS GOODS. He left them in charge of what was valuable to him. He went away for an undetermined amount of time without any specific instructions and returned with an expectation. It was expected that the stewards worked in his absence. These things can’t be understated.

People tend to get hung up on the amounts each steward received and speculate as to why they all didn’t get the same amount. That’s a worldly mindset that we see often today. Do three children in the same house, although at different ages, all get the same sized meal portion at the dinner table? Do you think it’s a coincidence that the steward that received the one talent was the one that buried his rather than investing it wisely? Maybe. Maybe not.

Reading this convicts me immediately and every time that I read this passage. I thought of how many opportunities I squandered in life and didn’t produce a return of any kind. By grace alone, I’m still here seeking God’s perfect will. You will stumble on the road to your destiny if you are looking sideways (at who is running alongside you) rather than looking ahead of you to see the obstacles and keep your eyes on the goal. How many of you didn’t use that one opportunity because you were more focused on the five or the two that your peers had? Don’t all raise your hands at once.

“So he who had received five talents came and brought five other talents, saying, ‘Lord, you delivered to me five talents; look, I have gained five more talents besides them.’ His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’ He also who had received two talents came and said, ‘Lord, you delivered to me two talents; look, I have gained two more talents besides them.’ His lord said to him, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant; you have been faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.’

What made the first two servants “good and faithful”. They were considered faithful because there was already a prior standard set for them to abide by. Whether it be marriage, business, or ministry, one can’t be considered faithful without a code of conduct and standards given prior. To be faithful, they had to have something to be faithful to. The Master may have expected them to do what they have been taught to do and didn’t need to explain it again. None of these servants were given instructions but two things were clearly seen. One, all three were from the same school of thinking, had access to the same understanding, and possessed the ability to produce on their level. And two, they all “knew” the Master’s character and what his expectations were.

“Then he who had received the one talent came and said, ‘Lord, I knew you to be a hard man, reaping where you have not sown, and gathering where you have not scattered seed. And I was afraid, and went and hid your talent in the ground. Look, there you have what is yours.’

How do you view the gift and responsibility that you have been given? See, I told you. Thinking about money in this case will only cause you to miss the larger picture. The expectation of the Master was great because the magnitude of what he gave his stewards was great. Unfortunately, “church”, as we know it, has done this to us where we measure our worth by our gifts. In that case, the true value is not in who you are because of what He has done for you.

“Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you. Notwithstanding in this rejoice not, that the spirits are subject unto you; but rather rejoice, because your names are written in heaven.” (Luke 10:19-20 KJV)

Yes, you have gifts but what is more important is that you’ve been graced with power and authority through a more than sufficient sacrifice. Not properly using that authority is a spit in the face of the one who made the sacrifice for us.

“But his lord answered and said to him, ‘You wicked and lazy servant, you knew that I reap where I have not sown, and gather where I have not scattered seed. So you ought to have deposited my money with the bankers, and at my coming I would have received back my own with interest. So take the talent from him, and give it to him who has ten talents.

Man, did that sound as harsh to you as it did to me? You might have been called lazy a time or two in your life but wicked and lazy together have a more ominous ring to it. Now because none of us truly know whether this was the first and only opportunity for this steward or one of many that ended similarly. I’ll choose to assume that there was a pattern of behavior prior to this. It makes me feel better. But frankly, we are all in this same position. All have been given an opportunity. All exposed to a level of grace that we don’t deserve. All given a mandate to work in the Father’s business while we can because a time will come when we can no longer do so.

“I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.” (John 9:4 KJV)

As you can see in the final phases of this account, there was no more work to be done for the third steward. He was given an opportunity to put into action what he was assigned to do. He had an incredible obligation to work with something he didn’t own or plant or develop. He was entrusted.

“And if you are not faithful with other people’s things, why should you be trusted with things of your own?” (Luke 16:12 NLT)

Honestly, he was just being asked to reproduce a wisdom and a methodology that was in him already. He was taught and he was just being asked to put into action what he learned. Isn’t that essentially what God wants from you? He wants you to accept Him as the primary authority in your life then He grants you access, territory, and networks that you have not earned, deserved, or worked to build then he asks you to reproduce what you have learned to the benefit of others. He declined to do what he was instructed to do. He failed to exhibit what he was taught. Stepping aside for just a moment from Matthew 25, ask yourself this. If you were given a wealth of treasures that would undoubtedly help millions to avoid a grisly death but you chose to withhold it, wouldn’t that put you at odds with the one that gave you the treasure and the instructions on how to dole it out? Of course. That’s exactly where we find ourselves.

Some parallels can be found in your secular workplace, or in your parents’ home, or in your college. You are entrusted to do certain things, accomplish certain goals, and respect specific boundaries. Because there are rules and by-laws, codes and standards in place, there is not much wiggle room to deviate. Despite popular belief, rules are not made to be broken.

This parable is my favorite because it reveals the character of God and gives us an indication into how He views the relationship between us and Him. If a father or mother never give their children anything of value, there is no reasonable expectation for them to grow and be fruitful. The Lord provided us much and that is why the expectation is high. God loves us passionately and He knows the intent of our hearts. But even in His infinite wisdom, He respects your free will and allows us to use it….just like the third steward did.

‘For to everyone who has, more will be given, and he will have abundance; but from him who does not have, even what he has will be taken away. And cast the unprofitable servant into the outer darkness. There will be weeping and gnashing of teeth.’  (Matt 25:14-30 NKJV)

That’s what the Kingdom of Heaven is like…

 

Hope this moved the needle for you where you currently find yourself in life. Can’t wait to hear your comments and testimonials. Let’s spark some discussion. Thanks guys.

Don’t Shoot!

Don’t shoot the messenger. Even if you have a loaded pistol and the messenger is getting on your nerves.

The art of self-reflection has evaded so many of us. I’d like to believe that Mirror Time is helping so many of you. That’s what I’d like to believe. But……we’re almost there, guys. I mean, for real, we’re only miles away from full-blown apostasy. We have spent nearly a lifetime not listening to wisdom. We have given ourselves over to doing what we want to do, no matter what damaging effects it has. We lack empathy and sensitivity to the plight of others. We live life in five-minute spurts, seeking instant gratification. We are suppressed, depressed, and repressed. We eat so much social media, images, words, and sentiments daily that much of this may not even move the needle for you. I’m pretty sure there were, at least, a few messengers that we left laying because we didn’t like what they had to say. We have to own that.

The Bible offers the very popular account surrounding David and Bathsheba. It offers intrigue, treachery, premeditated murder and adultery. Here are the cliff notes: David had his eyes on another’s man wife. Said man was a loyal soldier in the King’s army. David put the loyal soldier on the frontline during a fierce battle and commanded his fellow soldiers to fall back so the solider would be killed. That happened and David took said dead loyal soldier’s wife as his own and impregnated her. Needless to say, God was not pleased with this string of events.

Nathan was a messenger sent to tell King David that his sin was egregious in God’s sight. (2 Samuel 12). David didn’t say “You can’t judge me”. David who was King could’ve easily used his authority to have Nathan taken out. He humbled himself not only before God but also before God’s mouthpiece. David accepted his wrongdoing and self-corrected. He didn’t lash out in anger and shoot the messenger. And how easy that would have been!

How do you rate your ability to be corrected? Can you take constructive criticism regardless of the source? It’s common knowledge that we have grown increasingly sensitive as a society. We simply don’t take criticism well. We tweet self-righteous fire when people don’t agree with our views. We send passive-aggressive posts hoping that 1) the object of the message sees it and knows how we feel (giving us the way out of having to tell them directly) and 2) that all of our online friends will comfort, support, and side with us against the object of the message, making us feel good about our “feelings”. This is our social media life nowadays.

Matthew 24:12 (ESV) says “And because lawlessness will be increased, the love of many will grow cold.”

You don’t have to look too far to see this in action. There are still 700 immigrant families separated from each other as we speak. I hear people asking “What is the world coming to?” more than I have in any year I can ever recall. Great question.

2 Timothy 3:1-9 (ESV) “But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying is power. Avoid such people…

This is not one of those moments where you think about that “special someone” you don’t like. It would be more beneficial to guard ourselves against these characteristics. It’s not just the sole blame of social media or television. They just mimic the “heart” of society in general. If we’re not careful, we could become those people the Bible advises we avoid. It’s painfully easy to become what we so often rail against. We could become that ugly online personality that everyone wants to avoid.

Truth be told, no matter how much struggle you grew up around, no matter what you’ve gone through, and what everyone in your world says about you and what you will become in life, you are a carrier. You are not an afterthought or an accident. You are the intentional creation of a living Creator with all the inherent gifts, talents and creative ability that comes with it. You got a treasure inside of you.

2 Corinthians 4:7 (NLT) “We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.”

We truly underestimate the significance and responsibility of a carrier. We have a moral, social and spiritual responsibility. You know that, right? You have influence. But we are online every day boxing with shadows, picking fights, railing against public figures who can’t see your tweets, and wasting time.

Can I tell you something?

Spoiler alert. You are going to hear something that you don’t like. It may upset you. It might offend you. It could be the uncovered truth about you. You should consider yourself fortunate if someone that cares for you tells you the truth…

Nathan wasn’t the only messenger.

If the authorities listened to Harry Markopolos in 2001, the New York Mets would have avoided Bernie Madoff.

If the Peruvian government heeded the warnings of David Bernays and Charles Sawyer, 20,000 Yungay residents wouldn’t have been killed by an avalanche in 1970.

The radio operator on the Titanic received an urgent message from another ship, the Mesaba, about icebergs in the area but didn’t think the message worthy of sharing with the Captain. You know how the story ended.

George Washington was worried that political parties would become too powerful, rob people of control over government, and distract everyone from what is going on. Imagine that, huh?

If NASA heeded the warnings of Roger Boisjoly regarding some serious design flaws with the space shuttle Challenger, seven people’s lives may not have been lost.

What advice have you ignored lately?

Follow Up

Good morning, all.

I just wanted to take a few minutes out of my extremely busy morning to say hello and to say Thank You to all of you who actively support Mirror Time. I sincerely hope that you are enjoying every article and you are able to see clearly what I am passionate about. I know most blogs talk about one topic/issue and never deviate from that. That’s simply not what Mirror Time is all about. I am passionate about a lot of things so you will see articles about sports on occasion but mostly, it is world issues and current events and how they are affecting us as a people. I want to continue to create dialogue about this and hopefully help us see things a little differently than we have before. We’re better when we’re listening to each other and showing empathy for those that could use some.

I’m no activist but I hope that in my own small little way, I am impacting your lives for the better. I hope that I am helping you to consider that which you have never thought to before. I am hoping you are encouraged by every post that you are not alone and someone else out here has a similar struggle to yours. If they can make it, so can you. I hope if nothing else, our articles make you smile when you’e not having the best day. Just a few things I am confident Mirror Time can accomplish. We really prove every day how critical the need is for us to take a look into the proverbial mirror. We close our eyes and hands to things that we can be more open too. We are silent when our voices are sorely needed. We speak and rave when instead we need to stop and listen. We got plenty of room to grow. Mirror Time helps me do that as a person. Hope it does the same for you.

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The World From Your Window – 7/24/18

Hello everyone.

This is just an attempt to get you up to speed on what is going on around us. I fully rely on your comments and questions to stoke the fires of discussion. Please fully utilize the comments section with your thoughts and opinions. I hope you enjoy.

So………. how does the world look from your window?

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-threatens-revoke-security-clearances-former-u-s-intel-chiefs-criticized-195018748.html)

Read through this and you will hear words like ‘petty’ and ‘treasonous’.  Can’t recall the last time I heard such things and so great a concern about the stability of the Presidency. Some of you may disagree and have an answer for everything concerning thing so many in the country seem to be concerned about. Fair enough. What effect does it have going forward if all the valuable knowledge that is available under security clearances would become inaccessible? How does that affect the overall knowledge base of the administration? Would that speak to a future inability to consult our past and avoid future mistakes? Does this signal that the current administration will do without consulting their predecessors for aid and advice even if needed? This smells like a potential conflict down the road if so. Just asking. Feel free to start answering.

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/trevor-noah-under-fire-offensive-104825839.html)

“Comedian Trevor Noah is under fire for a past joke about indigenous Australian women, and some have called for boycotting his comedy tour in the country scheduled to begin next month. Noah, host of Comedy Central’s “The Daily Show,” made a derogatory joke about the physical appearance of aboriginal women during a 2013 stand-up special. The clip resurfaced last weekend and was posted to Twitter, where it quickly caused an uproar.

Wait right there. We’ll come back to this………….

(Source: http://www.nydailynews.com/sports/baseball/ny-sports-hader-milwaukee-racism-20180723-story.html) 

Please feel free to google “Josh Hader” for brevity’s sake. Pay close attention to the statistics offered in the articles as well as the words of the NBA franchise Milwaukee Bucks president Peter Feigin and members of the community. Hard to unhear those words.

And lastly……

(Source: https://www.givemesport.com/1358907-wwe-stars-reportedly-rolled-their-eyes-at-hhh-during-hulk-hogan-meeting)

If you’ve been paying attention, wrestling fan or not, you know about Hulk Hogan’s now infamous videos including among things, a liberal use of the “n-word”, which caused outrage in the professional wrestling and the world at large. He was recently re-invited back into the WWE fold and made eligible for the Pro Wrestling Hall of Fame.  This move is being met with opposition and discontent, particularly since Mr. Hogan has not offered an apology for his actions to date. Or, at least, not a contrite or remorseful one.

All three of these articles are different in some ways but all speak to a lack of racial sensitivity and have produced a reaction that cannot be denied. In that, there is little doubt. In the case of Mr. Hogan, the offenses are fairly recent and still have not been met with the contrition most onlookers are looking for. Generally speaking, we are being asked to forgive, but more importantly, forget. As a lifelong fan of pro wrestling worldwide, and I admit this kind of behavior and the loose usage of offensive racial terms is more common than we would like to think, I cannot forget. Every excuse given rather than a heartfelt apology and solid, consistent acts by Mr. Hogan to repair the breaches made by his actions make it even harder to.

In the case of Mr. Noah and Mr. Hader, although I can clearly see the comments made, regardless of context, were highly offensive to fellow humans, my question is more along the lines of the impact of social media. When I was 17 or 18, I didn’t have access to Facebook, Twitter, or even My Space. How would you feel if every tweet or post you made since your youth was brought into the public eye? Enjoyable? No. Necessary? Perhaps.

Do you believe social media serves us well in that respect? Do you think it’s a good thing that the comments, no matter how old, were uncovered and brought to light? What manner of apology is suitable for each situation? What kind of action would you deem acceptable before moving forward in each case? Could you accept the “forgive and forget” approach if you were the injured or offended party? Should the employer of the offending person have the right to take action against them for violating their policy or should it be left to the peers of the offending person or both? Please share. All your opinions matter.

(Source: https://www.yahoo.com/news/ny-daily-news-slashes-half-newsroom-staff-195710451.html)

This one hits close to home as this was my childhood newspaper. It was the primary way I discovered what was going on in my city that didn’t make it onto the TV set most nights. This is a tragedy and I can’t help but feel like it is an assault on local journalistic efforts and perhaps opens the door for a lack of accountability. It’s not hard to see that things are changing. So now, in a world replete with people who reject reading, listening, and understanding (in my opinion) but lean more quickly to reacting and trading barbs, there will be one less viable information option for the people to read.

I didn’t always like what I read in the Daily News but I felt it was good for the city to have to read it and be abreast of what is going on. It was my favorite paper and it encouraged in a small way to want to write and inform. I think the NYDN made NYC better.

What are your thoughts on the changing face of the literary world? Do you believe social media and news apps are the best next step or do you see them as “negative progress”? Are you an avid reader? Do you prefer books, magazines, and newspapers or are the electronic version? Which do you expose your children too more?

Whenever we are facing the wave of the future, it’s a good idea to make sure we know how to swim and have a life jacket or maybe just avoid getting into the water in the first place.

(Source: https://www.msn.com/en-us/sports/tennis/serena-williams-hits-out-again-at-testing-discrimination/ar-BBL1SFo)

After reading this, there are a couple of takeaways you can have but I have to be honest. I did read the first article a few weeks ago prior to her return to Wimbledon against Angelique Kerber and my eyebrows were raised. Now I’m smiling and laughing. Not because I find discrimination humorous, mind you. I’m laughing at what I believe is the sheer refusal to accept the excellence, athleticism, and raw talent of Serena Williams. Rather than discuss what seems to be an obvious lack of respect for her career and unprecedented accomplishments, I’ll highlight them.

In singles competition, her record is 794-133 which is an over 85% success rate with 72 WTA titles under her belt. She has won 7 Australian Opens, 3 French Opens, 8 Wimbledon Titles, 6 US Opens, 1 Grand Slam Cup, and 5 Tour Finals. In doubles competition, she’s 187-33 at an 85% clip with 23 career WTA titles and 15 combined Open/Wimbledon titles as well as three Cup wins. So she’s not only dominant as a solo but she’s an excellent team player. What more can you ask for? Oh, she was out of the game for over a year due to injury issues, health related issues, and a pregnancy, and still took the entire field to the limit and made it into the Wimbledon finals. Dominance doesn’t even begin to cover it. But somehow after a stellar career dating back to 1995, she still is coming up roses on her drug tests? Just admit it, I know it hurts. It challenges all of your sensibilities and ruffles every one of your feathers but face it. Serena is just that good. She’s not doping. She is destroying. She is not cheating. She is captivating. She is a living legend and has taken the sport of tennis to heights no one has been able to. I would call that commendable. Deal with it.

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