The Garbage Can Rolled In Front of #theBus

The Garbage Can Family

I won’t be long with this story for the hour is late and I’m not sure where I’m going with this story, I’m so filled with many emotions, fear, guilt, shame, sadness, anger, jealousy and resentment. There once was old lady who live in a shoe she had so many children she didn’t know what to do.  She loved some and disliked others; she would compare her family to other “great” families both near and far.  Her family like most families in the neighborhood had their fair share of problems, cheating husbands, drug addiction, alcoholism, child abuse, lack of education, love and the inability to love.  She wanted something better for herself and I suppose her children – what I think she wanted were trophy’s something tangible that validated who she was and her desire for “something better” that would also give her background meaning and purpose.Garbage at the bus stop

We all have had moments when we wanted something better, something more, just one more dollar, a better car, a better job or suit/dress to wear to that “better” job.  I ask you to examine yourselves today are you looking for “something better” or “just one more”?  There was a woman who cried out saying, “my husband is dead, and you know the creditor is coming to take my son to be his slave.” So, someone said to her, “What shall I do for you? Tell me, what do you have in the house?” And she said, “Nothing is in the house but a jar of oil.”  He said, “Go, borrow jars from everywhere, from all your neighbors—empty jars; do not gather just a few, and when you have come in, you shall shut the door behind you and your sons; then pour it into all those vessels, and set aside the full ones.”  The woman did as she was told, and she poured, and she poured, and she poured, and jars kept coming from out of nowhere.  Her faith in the person that God used to get her through the tough times was beyond belief.  There will come a time when we must all find the strength not in the comfort of those we know but in that “stranger” that God has sent to help us along the way.

We must ask ourselves what has God given us to help our family, is it our funding, jars of oil, extra garbage bag linings for what we have deemed as “the trash” of our family because they don’t mirror the folks around the corner or the ones in the next town over or even the family on your favorite sit-com, or perhaps all we have to distribute equally and evenly is our love for each one of our family members and then watch our ROI increase…

Entertaining Strangers

Song says:

One man sat alone beside the highway begging,
His eyes were blind, the light he could not see;
He clutched his rags and shivered in the shadows,
Then Jesus came and bade his darkness flee.

As I walked past the #BusStop the other day a man asked me for change, I replied, “I don’t have any right now”. I went to #DunkinDonuts and when I came out that man had followed me I looked at him and gave him the change and I asked him, “Did you follow me here”? He replied, “yes” – I looked at him and smiled.

On my way back to work walked back passed the #BusStop and there was another man – his eyes were on fire, hot red – he asked if I had any change I told him, “I gave it to the man back there”.  Then I remembered the description of Jesus  – as described in Revelation 1:14 His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire…

Later that day I reached in pocket because “something” told me to – and there it was – the amount of money I had given the stranger that followed me to Dunkin Donuts.  Yet I must admit I was for a moment moved by the eyes of the second young man.  I thought to myself did I do something wrong by not giving the 2nd man any change?  I thought about the scripture – Hebrews 13:2 Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
MonkeyBars

The song says the man was blind the light he could not see – the Bible describes Jesus as the “Light”my days of playing on the #monkeybars (If keep coming back you’ll find the meaning of the #Monkeybars) I was not looking for the #Light and did not want it to enter into my world I was living in.

Do you think we take the #scriptures too literal; perhaps there a deeper simpler meaning to the scriptures?

 

When Jesus Comes

One Woman’s Journey to Freedom

Dreams

Dreams many of us have them during waking hours they are known as day dreaming. We dream of places we would like to be, we day dream about a better home, a spouse or perhaps what life would be like if we had more money.  Some of us dream during our sleep – they can be hot spicy dreams or dreams of “real life” experiences and then there are those of us that have dreams of a more spiritual nature.  The story you are about to read is about the latter.  Although the dream is true unlike some dreams that last during the night and they are over the moment we wake up this dream will span more than a decade and continues to evolve as I write this story.

The First Dream

As I awaken from one of the most vivid dreams I had as a child in elementary school I felt a sense of fear, a dark fear.  Our family had just moved to a project community, they are called “the projects” a housing development owned by the government.  Our apartment was located on the 6th floor in the middle building of the complex.  Moving day for a kid can be quite interesting, we don’t really do anything, except get in the way or just run around and watch – and try to stay out of the way.  Up and down the elevator I traveled all day, it was a nice warm day to move and see interesting things.  During this move I can remember 1 or 2 specific incidents.  One was I managed to somehow get away from my parents not by choice, just wandering off; I found myself in the elevator alone.  Apparently, someone (maybe my dad – I loved him so much) taught me how to push the number 6 for my floor and so I did or, so I thought.  I got off and walked straight to the first house on the right like I had done about 6 times already; yet this time I noticed there were some type of hanging twigs or dead flowers on the door, I thought to myself, I’ve never seen those before (from where we had just moved from) I entered the house and to my surprise the house was fully furnished but those people were not my parents.  The house had a strange atmosphere about it, something said to me “get out” and so I did, I didn’t say hello when that lady spoke to me, that man in the chair just looked and never said a word, but when she reach out to touch me – I flew out of that door!

From our building we could see the park across the street, which would later become the walk of horror for me on my way to school. The girls would begin to get angry with me because I had a new outfit on every Monday – that was something not heard of if the projects back in my day. They would taunt me, stick their tongue out at me when after we arrived in class and their favorite line as they passed by my desk was, “…you think you cute…” one would think that was a nice thing to say I learned the hard way that is was not a complement.   You see my dad was always trying to improve and make another dollar more than he did the day before and as a result my mother would always do for us what was not done for her as she grew up.

I also remember always losing my house key – that was tied around my neck with a one of those hair ribbons that was twisted like yarn and it would frizz up; it was irritating around my neck, so I would remove it once I left the house and subsequently I would have go to office – get the master key then walk around the corner to the local supply story to get a replacement; back then replacement keys were .50 cents.  Not sure what significance the losing of the key has to this story but it was a memory that stood out for me and I decided to place it in this introduction.

One night as I climbed into bed and fell asleep I begin to dream.  In the dream I pushed 6 for the floor I lived on and the elevator door would open; when the door opened I found myself on a floor filled with nothing but cylinder columns.  Cement Columns 3I walked off the elevator and looked around for a bit then the fear came I turned to get back on the elevator and to my horror the elevator was gone!  The dream repeated itself over and over again night after night.  This dream repeated itself so much that I found myself able to make decisions during the dream I would remember the events from the last dream, so I wouldn’t get out of the elevator, so it would not disappear on me, to my surprise I found that if I did not get out of the elevator it would still disappear.   During one of the dreams I entered in the elevator and decided not to move, and the elevator disappeared as if I had got off once again forcing me to take that walk – the only relief or freedom from the 6th floor – was waking up.

Dreams in the Bible may…

  • Warn a person not to do something (Genesis 20:3, 31:24, Matthew 27:19)
  • Convey what will happen either in the near or distant future (Genesis 37:5, 9, 40:8 – 19, 41:1 – 7, 15 – 32, Daniel 2, 7)
  • Convey a spiritual truth (Genesis 28:12)
  • Confirm a promise (Genesis 28:13 – 14)
  • To convey to an enemy their destruction (Judges 7:13 – 15)
  • Offer a gift from God (1Kings 3:5)
  • Warn a person they will receive punishment for their sins (Daniel 4)

I would encourage you to tuned for more of my dream…

My He Bless You Beyond Your Comprehension

It’s Over Now…or is it?

In my early days of salvation, one of my favorite songs was a song by Kirk Franklin – The Storm is Over now – https://youtu.be/awtPSl6zFNU?list=PLCE00BF3507C2FEC2   Just when I thought the storm was over, it wasn’t long before I found myself back in not a new storm but back in an “old” storm!  Years later I found myself out of that storm and lived in the spirit of gratitude for a long time.   Every Friday night I would do my laundry and prepare dinner.  After my laundry I would put away all my clothes and iron everything that required ironing.  During this process I would listen to Gospel music.  Like clockwork I would do the exact same thing for about a year.  I found that later on when life was doing that which it is designed to  do began to wear me down, I would remember the peace I experienced while during my Friday night program.  One day after I veered away from my ritual – (you see the cares of this world had infiltrated my peaceful cocoon) I found myself in place where my spirit was disturbed and my feathers had been definitely ruffled.  I remembered the ritual of the laundry I thought to myself  okay I’ll go do some laundry and get back to that peaceful place.  However, I didn’t have any laundry to do,  so I did the next best thing, I put on the music, I put up the ironing board and just began to iron anything and sure enough God showed up!!!  Years later I was telling this story to a friend his name was Brother Rob, he said, sometimes you have to be in that place where He can find you!!!

 

Do whatever it takes to find Him and He’ll find you…..