'Be anxious for nothing..." ~Philippians 4:6

Monday, August 31, 2020

QUARANTINE LIFE: HARDENED HEARTS



Perhaps the goal of racists and bigots is to tire you into inaction; 

to frighten you into hiding and hopelessness; 

to gaslight you into thinking the problem lies elsewhere; 

to discourage you into believing nothing can, or will change; 

to confuse you into believing a lie; 

to mentally terrorize you into physical illness; 

to anger you into abandoning wisdom and common sense; 

to provoke you into a fight you think will be fair; 

to distract you into misidentifying the real culprit. 

Sometimes it seems like evil is winning. Its laughter is loud, and its taunting is maddening. "Why won't somebody do something?", you helplessly ask, but who is somebody?

Leaders are disappointing, and self-serving. Judges are corrupt. You wonder if they're being threatened, bribed, or blackmailed into supporting the criminality they would otherwise denounce. 

Sober minds are gone, and hearts are hardened. 

The willful ignorance being spewed each day, 

the disregard for humanity, 

outright deception, 

racism and bigotry, 

complicit politicians who refuse to stand up and speak out, 

blame games, and whataboutism destroying any chance of harmony, 

and the death tolls rising, are exhausting.

They’ll fiercely deny their hand in the chaos, but instigators actually relish in the trouble and hatred they stoke. Arrogance, and self-righteousness compel them to rush to see, close-up, the results of their work, forgetting that some of the fuel they added to the fire is now saturating them...and someone they least suspect is going to light a match.

Evil is not sustainable. It will eventually consume those who perpetuate it. They can’t see the undeserved grace they’re being shown. There's still time to turn around.

History shows us over and over again, however, that righteous indignation, Justice, and Good seem to take forever to respond, but when they do, the results are spectacular.


#beanxiousfornothing 


Sunday, August 30, 2020

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QUARANTINE LIFE: UNSUSTAINABLE


Systemic racism, ingrained hatred, instilled bigotry, and a sense of entitlement are difficult to let go of if they've always favored you. 
The thought that everything you were ever told or taught is a lie, is, I think, what is spawning the desperation, anger, bullying, and craziness we're seeing and hearing about each day. 

Why are people, who have such privilege, freedom, favor, wealth, and power, so furious? 
What are they arming themselves for? 
Why are they wiling out in grocery stores? 
Harassing strangers on the street? 
Starting conflict with their neighbors? 
Has all of that pent up bigotry snapped? 
People are losing their minds, and law enforcement can't afford to just ignore it something happens. 
Laws ARE being broken. 
Sadly some laws are enforced according to nationality as opposed to criminality.

Exactly where does anyone get the idea that people of color are "taking over" anything? Doesn't the term "taking over" imply the existence of the very supremacy and power so many deny and ignore?

I don’t understand anyone who STILL insists on calling any callous, sick, sinister man or woman "good" or "godly". 
It is either deep denial, intense self-hatred, willful ignorance, fear, blackmail, threatening, or a monetary payoff that causes anyone to continue to vigorously defend such blatant ignorance, arrogance, incompetence, and corruption.
 
The current climate is exhausting, depressing, and sad. People are doing what they can get away with. 
Like coronavirus, evil seems to be in the air. 
I'm all for context, but the prophet Isaiah's words sure hit differently, and seem like a mighty good idea: 

"Go my people, enter your rooms and shut the doors behind you; hide yourselves for a little while until his wrath has passed by."

I do not fully understand anyone who is a descendant of slaves who rallies behind, and licks the boots of those who have publicly demonstrated nothing but bigotry, disdain, indifference, and contempt for them. How deeply do you have to loathe and reject yourself that you would don blinders, grin, shuffle, grovel after, and desire the attention and approval of anyone who makes it so obvious that they extend no loyalty, love, respect, or regard for you— or anyone like you?

Maybe I’m missing something. I KNOW what the Bible says. I DO trust God. I know he can do anything. I’m trying to be patient. I’ve tried to be objective. I’ve watched and listened. If it wasn’t so chronically hellish, it would be funny, yet people who boast collegiate degrees want people with working eyes and ears to think this administration is the best America has ever had.

If it’s a game going on; if this is supposed to be a joke, it ain’t funny any more. We’ve been here before, though. Why no one in authority will stop it is unfortunate, but not a surprise. Why Congress has seemingly turned a blind eye, and refused to use the powers it does have, is disappointing, but understandable. Somewhere there is a payoff, or maybe they're just tired, too.

I have to curb my news viewing. Journalists aren't fact checking nearly as often as they should. I feel like I’m watching The Twilight Zone. People just lie, lie, LIE, gaslight, spin, cheat, steal, and daily prop up a criminal--then quit or get fired, write books full of the truths they should have told all along, and expect us to buy them. 
Every day, I’m waiting for someone to spontaneously combust. All of that scheming, and hurting people HAS to be stressful on the internal organs. 

Is God, once again hardening hearts? Like the Civil War, the opposing sides look the same, the plight of Black people is the underlying cause of the conflict, and they are killing each other now on national television.


It’s going to take more than voting. This climate calls for some Old Testament-type, medieval, miraculous activity. 
Maybe it isn’t Black vs. White, Democrat vs. Republican, after all. Maybe it’s good vs. evil. Maybe it is God’s wrath we're experiencing via this pandemic. Maybe this is a separating of the wheat and the tares. Maybe I’m having a nightmare. 
Every day the flaunting of the law by people in high places--and low--gets worse, death tolls climb, the list of improprieties gets longer, leaders tweet to us what we already see as if they're powerless tattletales, and some people act as if there's no pandemic at all. 

I’m holding on to my faith like grim death. I’m trusting God to intervene. I check in regularly with, "Umm. Lord. You do see this right?" He assures me that He does.
I thank Him for protecting, sheltering, and providing for me during this time. I'm a homebody, so as long as Amazon can deliver Skinny Pop, and almond M&M's, I'm good. I have no desire to go anywhere, and have only been outside of my neighborhood twice since March. I still have a half tank of gas. I'm watching a moral storm from the inside out. It's disappointing and scary, the sheer hatred and injustice so brazenly on display, but I believe God will not let this madness or its hellish players go on for long. 

Grace is being extended, but it won't last long. Many are afraid and confused, but it's those who sit back and enable this assault on the citizenry, who should be terrified. History will not be kind.

This climate is not sustainable. It is not healthy. It is wearing down good people, and solidifying the damnation of those who conceived, created, allowed, perpetuate, and compound it with more destructive rhetoric and behavior.

I pray that God protect the young people who are brave enough to stand up, and speak out.

I was 7 years old in 1968 when Dr. King was assassinated. 
I remember the fires, destruction, sadness and anxiety that is eerily being repeated today. I remember wondering why people hated Black people so much. What did we do? I'm not wondering anymore. 

My last name is Williams. My direct ancestors were Hamiltons, Johnsons, and Washingtons. I have never met a white person who has the surname Washington. No one brought those names from West Africa. It is clear that many people hate the shame they cannot destroy. The soil of America is tainted. Racists know what their ancestors did--which secured their current status--so they would rather not see Black faces at all--not in their neighborhoods, and certainly not prospering or in positions of power. They know that everything they have is a result of oppression, mangling of the Gospel, greed, and lawlessness. They want people of color to suffer, never have anything comparable to what they enjoy, and cannot see any person of color as an equal.
 
When the world sees many African Americans, they see walking, enduring results of their forefathers' criminal activity. When many white Americans see us, they see the sin and depravity of their fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers. We are the relatives they refuse to acknowledge; the relatives with which they refuse to share the wealth our common ancestors stole, and secured on the backs of the kidnapped ancestors of their own mixed-race offspring.

We have clearly learned nothing, except that some things have to be destroyed at the root, or else they will regroup and regrow worse, and more reckless and vile than before. Part of the problem, that too, is not new, is the contingency of the Black community that has sold its collective soul for an opportunity to continue sit at and enjoy scraps from the tables of those who would just as soon poison them. Some Black people are still trying to prove themselves worthy and human. It's sad to watch and hear.

I pray that the young people who are speaking out, and putting their freedom and lives on the line during these times, are not doing so in vain. 

One day racists are going to realize that racism costs them, too.

#sundaythoughts

Saturday, August 29, 2020

QUARANTINE LIFE: SATURDAY FEELING


 

QUARANTINE LIFE: A YEAR OF MOURNING


 


We hurt, even momentarily, because our lives had been kissed by their gifts. Unrelated, fictive kinship kicks in. They were ours. They made us lift our eyes and our heads; walk taller; want to do better. They shattered stereotypes and tropes. They never embarrassed us, or "set us back". We never offered to trade them for anyone.

With all of the evil imps around, just wreaking havoc and seeming to prosper, why them?

We claim them, particularly when they make us proud; especially when they demonstrate to us--and the world--the genius, class, dignity, strength, poise, nobility, work ethic, discipline, wisdom, and intelligence that some damnable old narrative says we lack. 

We're relieved because we can always reach for a CD, DVD, or log on to some subscription channel and be entertained, applaud, and beam with pride all over again. Hindsight makes us notice things we didn't know before. We view differently, and never see their work the same as the first (or fifth) time. Knowing the obstacles they were facing, and sacrifices they were making to give us their best, we love them even more. But we'll never be able to tell them.

They live on for us in media. We imagine that we knew them. For their loved ones, the grieving is quite different.


 THAT STRANGE CONCERN

Every day, eyes close and never reopen

If only words could change things

But, there are those

Whose passing seems wrong

Too sudden

Too soon

Unfair

They were supposed to stay forever

They belonged to all of us

Or so we thought

What will we do without them?

They were special

Yet, we never wrote or talked

We only knew them from afar

There's no real tie at all

But why are our hearts still aching

As if some part of us is missing?


Whatever they did, filled some space

Some time

Some era of our lives

They made us proud

They made us laugh, applaud, or cry

Momentarily forget our own worries

Thank God they weren't too shy; 

They weren't too selfish to share their gift

They just gave

And never knew we received it

They shined

And never knew our days were made brighter


We hear they're gone, and tears well up

There's that heavy sigh

Stunned silence

It stings a little

"I wish I could have told them..."

"Didn't they know how much we loved them?"

"How could they not know?"


Then, we seek the company of others

Who'd laughed, and cried, and thanked God, too

"What happened?"

"Did you hear?"

We remember our favorites of theirs

And demand answers that aren't ours to know

We wonder and embrace the sadness

And wipe the odd tears that fell

Things seem so unbalanced- so off course

Why them?

Not THEM

Wait. 

Why do we even care?


Does this thing have a name?

This odd, strange, and deep concern

For someone we don't even know?

And even when the truth is told

What will we do with the details?

Will we love them any less?

We mourn the faces of strangers

Glossy, projected images 

Amplified sounds

Choreographed movement

The beautiful people

But ordinary people just the same

Souls so talented and gifted

But they never even knew our names

Still, they go, and we hurt

For a little while

And then, in an instant, we're okay

We can always see their faces

We can always hear their voices

They left behind enough to keep us occupied

More would have been nice

But we're satisfied

Then we go on about our days

As if nothing happened

While the real pain is in their loved ones' eyes.

Their parents, spouses, children, and friends

The strange concern ends

We don't know THEM.






Friday, August 28, 2020

QUARANTINE LIFE: RIP CHADWICK BOSEMAN




“...Savor the taste of your triumphs today. Don’t just swallow the moment whole without digesting what has actually happened here. Look down over what you conquered, and appreciate what God has brought you through...Sometimes, you need to feel the pain and sting of defeat to activate the real passion and purpose that God  predestined inside of you...You would rather find purpose than a job or career. Purpose crosses disciplines. Purpose is an essential element of you. It is the reason you are on the planet at this particular time in history. Your very existence is wrapped up in the things you are here to fulfill...The struggles along the way are only meant to shape you for your purpose...God will move someone, that's holding you back away from a door, and put someone there who will open it for you..."

~Dr. Chadwick Aaron Boseman, 

Howard University, 150th Commencement 

#RIPChadwickBoseman

#representationmatters

#HUYouKnow

#WakandaForever 

#HowardForever

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There is so much that we don't see; don't pay the slightest attention, that someone took a considerable amount of time to put in place. There's meaning in it, though we may never understand the significance. It ties to something else. It's not just a prop, or decoration. The choices aren't haphazard. Those background items are a part of the story.