God's Boys will be good boys!
That is the amount of time that I spent 2 hrs eachway on the subway to Highschool. It totalled 120 days give or take a few hours or so. My dad would sometimes drop me at different stops to take some time off of my trip. I would have my bookbag always filled and heavy with all of my books and I would never know where he would drop me. Some stops were well lit and some were dark as night and fearful as all getout. I felt like I was being dropped or jumping from a plane into a secret mission. What the mission was I don't know. One thing I do know is that people were never meant to spend 4 hours a day under ground. Knowledge is not that far away and God is everywhere. We don't have to take a train 2 hours to find knowledge or wisdom or God. He is everpresent. Don't be deceived, God is not mocked, whatsoever a man sows that will he also reap.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
If I were Michael Jackson, what wouldn't I do?
God's Boys will be good boys!
When Michael Jackson came on the scene, my dad gave us a long talking to about the direction of that lifestyle. Frankie Lymon had come before him and died a young death of a drug overdose. Live fast and large, die fast and big, was the lesson in the nutshell. We heard it over and over. I don't care how talented you are. There are certain things that are more important than having the world at your feet.
That poor little boy, dad would say. I don't envy him. I do, I said under my breath. When he didn't die at 20, we had won our case. See, dad, you were wrong again. Life is different now. A person can live with the sun and the moon and be a person and famous and talented and dance. Okay, he conceded, still watch, was the warning.
We watched and we listened and we danced to the music. Poor Michael, public person, public scandals, public life, no privacy, no life. Everybody clawing at a piece of his carcass, before death. It wasn't pretty. Ravens always around his half dead face and half living body and finally death. Now are the ravens happy?
Dance, my boy. Dance and be alive. Don't seek the limelight, be thrilled by the monotony of conformity to Christ. Don't seek the limelight, be thrilled by the monotony of committed love. A little money in the bank everyday. A little loving expression to those around you daily is far greater an account in the long run than a concert at Madison Square Garden. Learn to be thrilled with the day to day. Learn to shun the fawning of the fake and the famous. Live and laugh and entertain the most important people and Love with your heart!
When Michael Jackson came on the scene, my dad gave us a long talking to about the direction of that lifestyle. Frankie Lymon had come before him and died a young death of a drug overdose. Live fast and large, die fast and big, was the lesson in the nutshell. We heard it over and over. I don't care how talented you are. There are certain things that are more important than having the world at your feet.
That poor little boy, dad would say. I don't envy him. I do, I said under my breath. When he didn't die at 20, we had won our case. See, dad, you were wrong again. Life is different now. A person can live with the sun and the moon and be a person and famous and talented and dance. Okay, he conceded, still watch, was the warning.
We watched and we listened and we danced to the music. Poor Michael, public person, public scandals, public life, no privacy, no life. Everybody clawing at a piece of his carcass, before death. It wasn't pretty. Ravens always around his half dead face and half living body and finally death. Now are the ravens happy?
Dance, my boy. Dance and be alive. Don't seek the limelight, be thrilled by the monotony of conformity to Christ. Don't seek the limelight, be thrilled by the monotony of committed love. A little money in the bank everyday. A little loving expression to those around you daily is far greater an account in the long run than a concert at Madison Square Garden. Learn to be thrilled with the day to day. Learn to shun the fawning of the fake and the famous. Live and laugh and entertain the most important people and Love with your heart!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thank you cards are so important!
God's Boys will be good boys!
I just got a thank you card from one of the societies and it reminded me that I am so negligent in writing Thank you cards. I don't want you to be, my son. Thank your grandmother for the gifts, even though you only saw it in the dinner and breakfast that you ate last week.
Thank the other people in your life. Remember to write a thank you to each of the teachers who have take the time to pour into your life real knowledge. You know the ones that I mean. The ones that you learned something from. Say good morning and good afternoon in the classes and don't act like the teacher is there to serve you as a servant. You are blessed to have them imparting knowledge to you.
I would hope that God would not have to teach you this the hard way. Sometimes He takes you out of a happy state for a while so that you can know His mercies when you see it.
I just got a thank you card from one of the societies and it reminded me that I am so negligent in writing Thank you cards. I don't want you to be, my son. Thank your grandmother for the gifts, even though you only saw it in the dinner and breakfast that you ate last week.
Thank the other people in your life. Remember to write a thank you to each of the teachers who have take the time to pour into your life real knowledge. You know the ones that I mean. The ones that you learned something from. Say good morning and good afternoon in the classes and don't act like the teacher is there to serve you as a servant. You are blessed to have them imparting knowledge to you.
I would hope that God would not have to teach you this the hard way. Sometimes He takes you out of a happy state for a while so that you can know His mercies when you see it.
When all thy mercies, O My God, my rising soul surveys transported with the view I'm lost in wonder love and praise.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
It seems that motherhood through the teen years
God's Boys will be good boys!
Is reminding the young man of some of his interests, before he started noticing girls. Was there ever a time when girls were not a distraction? His eyes seem to say to me. Am I going to survive this super sensitive hormonal time? You will survive son. We are hanging on to you in prayer. Clay and funnies and dancing and all of the other interests seem to fall into insignificance for the visual and emotional distraction that there is another group of people in the world now. Where did they come from? It didn't seem like they were on the planet before now? Why is that mother? They are such a distraction. How do I negotiate these turns and twists of interests?
Pastor Martin used to say, some things are old man, some things are new man and some things are human. You are human and men notice women, honey. That is a beautiful and glorious thing. God gave that to you. Be motivated and impressed to glorify God with your body, which belongs to God. God is great and greatly to be praised for making you grow up into a man. It seems very slow and tedious at this point, but learn everything that God has for you.
There are 3 things that are too wonderful for me, yea four which I know not; The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent on a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea and the way of a man with a maid. Proverbs 30;18 and 19.
These are turbulent times my son. Have your soul anchored. Enjoy the reality of Christs redemption, but more so the provision of God's protection and keeping power.
Is reminding the young man of some of his interests, before he started noticing girls. Was there ever a time when girls were not a distraction? His eyes seem to say to me. Am I going to survive this super sensitive hormonal time? You will survive son. We are hanging on to you in prayer. Clay and funnies and dancing and all of the other interests seem to fall into insignificance for the visual and emotional distraction that there is another group of people in the world now. Where did they come from? It didn't seem like they were on the planet before now? Why is that mother? They are such a distraction. How do I negotiate these turns and twists of interests?
Pastor Martin used to say, some things are old man, some things are new man and some things are human. You are human and men notice women, honey. That is a beautiful and glorious thing. God gave that to you. Be motivated and impressed to glorify God with your body, which belongs to God. God is great and greatly to be praised for making you grow up into a man. It seems very slow and tedious at this point, but learn everything that God has for you.
There are 3 things that are too wonderful for me, yea four which I know not; The way of an eagle in the air; the way of a serpent on a rock; the way of a ship in the midst of the sea and the way of a man with a maid. Proverbs 30;18 and 19.
These are turbulent times my son. Have your soul anchored. Enjoy the reality of Christs redemption, but more so the provision of God's protection and keeping power.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Captain's Blog...Star Date June 6, 2009
God's Boys will be good boys!
I took off to watch my precious eldest son at the awards ceremony of his 8th grade class. No titles, no awards, just good sportsmanship. The toss and the serve and I am ready and he is ready to put the pressure of expectation upon himself for the high-school agenda. I love the look of lust in his eye. Lust for recognition, lust for excellence. It is within him and an excellent motivation to proceed with. I always have it for him, but it means nothing, if he has it not for himself.
I admire my relationship with my father even more, as it has prepared me for the wrestling and serving up balls to play against this alter ego of myself in my son. It seems that all of the family comes to the aid of a mother seeking the wisdom of God in rearing her many children. Is this serve going to be an American twist or a flat serve down the line? I have to consider my ways when talking to him and strategizing how to motivate him. Hands off, for the most part, not too much coddling or cajoling.
I snuck into the dance, just long enough to witness him doing the cupid shuffle. I felt like dad. Don't look at me, I would say. Don't look at me, he says. Here we are doing the same thing all over again. The generations are hugging eachother throughout time. God has made us for His own glory and we seek to glorify Him and be what He made us to be. We cannot get away from God's creation of us. Halleluia! Dance, he did, and pretty well. I love seeing him free and care free and still just as competitive as my father and I. What a man, if handled rightly.
God may choose to challenge him by taking me out of the mix, through death, as He did with Horatio. God may choose to challenge me through him to love him and be there as a reference here on earth. Whichever, through life or through death, I am his mother and my prints are already upon him.
Reading Arthur Ashe and Horatio Nelson tells me that God often does great things through men who live with the maternal longing at a young age. They have that yearning to see their mother one day. It is a palpable and tasteable sense to them. The grief, is a prod and the crushing effect is God trampling out the vintage, so to speak. So, it doesn't matter to me which way, though I think I can do him some good if left here. God knows which way is best.
Summer is coming and Enoch is motivated to work on his scholastic ability over the summer because of not getting any awards this year. That is pacing. A kick in the pants. What is his motive? What is his goal? Thrilled to be your mother.
I took off to watch my precious eldest son at the awards ceremony of his 8th grade class. No titles, no awards, just good sportsmanship. The toss and the serve and I am ready and he is ready to put the pressure of expectation upon himself for the high-school agenda. I love the look of lust in his eye. Lust for recognition, lust for excellence. It is within him and an excellent motivation to proceed with. I always have it for him, but it means nothing, if he has it not for himself.
I admire my relationship with my father even more, as it has prepared me for the wrestling and serving up balls to play against this alter ego of myself in my son. It seems that all of the family comes to the aid of a mother seeking the wisdom of God in rearing her many children. Is this serve going to be an American twist or a flat serve down the line? I have to consider my ways when talking to him and strategizing how to motivate him. Hands off, for the most part, not too much coddling or cajoling.
I snuck into the dance, just long enough to witness him doing the cupid shuffle. I felt like dad. Don't look at me, I would say. Don't look at me, he says. Here we are doing the same thing all over again. The generations are hugging eachother throughout time. God has made us for His own glory and we seek to glorify Him and be what He made us to be. We cannot get away from God's creation of us. Halleluia! Dance, he did, and pretty well. I love seeing him free and care free and still just as competitive as my father and I. What a man, if handled rightly.
God may choose to challenge him by taking me out of the mix, through death, as He did with Horatio. God may choose to challenge me through him to love him and be there as a reference here on earth. Whichever, through life or through death, I am his mother and my prints are already upon him.
Reading Arthur Ashe and Horatio Nelson tells me that God often does great things through men who live with the maternal longing at a young age. They have that yearning to see their mother one day. It is a palpable and tasteable sense to them. The grief, is a prod and the crushing effect is God trampling out the vintage, so to speak. So, it doesn't matter to me which way, though I think I can do him some good if left here. God knows which way is best.
Summer is coming and Enoch is motivated to work on his scholastic ability over the summer because of not getting any awards this year. That is pacing. A kick in the pants. What is his motive? What is his goal? Thrilled to be your mother.
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