"Fact: we as a society are slowly, but assuredly losing our God-given compassion. We are rarely ‘us.’ Rather, we see ‘them.’"
So, there’s an illustration that people often use. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard it before. It’s referred to as the “Boiling Frog Fable.” The story basically goes like this: a frog is placed in a pot of cool water. In time, the pot of water is eventually heated to boil. However, because the boiling process isn’t instant, and the frog is by nature able to adapt to very harsh climates, the boil is told to go unnoticed. And as a result, the frog is alleged to willingly remain in the water, and without knowing, eventually die amidst the boiling.
"During these moments, ensure to regulate your expectations. No, you won’t craft poems like the late and great Maya Angelou, blog posts like Darren Rowse, or stories like Stephen King."
True story. In this very moment, literally right now, I KNOW THAT I need to write. I know that if I want to maintain this blog, then my fingas’ have got-sta’ keep these keys a clackin’. After all, you can’t produce content, if you won’t create content.
However, in complete honesty I have to admit that I’m really having some trouble catching my “flow.” By “flow” I mean the beloved Word Pour. It’s that place of writing when your thoughts and your fingers are moving in great synchronization. It’s when you’re producing pages in mere minutes. It’s the zone where only typos slow you down. Today, I could only wish I was there: in the flow, in the zone, in the pour.
"However, after watching this clip, I came to realize that this new social grace hasn’t been so equally given to individuals in prominent leadership."
It was Saturday morning. I was coming from my son’s flag football game and I was on an emotional high. I was very proud of my guy; he caught every pass directed to him (2 receptions) and he even scored a touchdown. They won their game decisively. In honor of his win, he requested to go to Chik-Fil-A to eat lunch, and to that I was glad to oblige.
As I waited in the line of the drive thru, which by the length you’d think the sandwiches were free, I took a moment to scroll through Twitter to catch up on the “happenings” of the internet.
"Matthew 7:18-20 says, “(18) A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, nor can a bad tree bear good fruit… (20) Therefore by their fruits you will know them.”(NKJV). In other words, The Word challenges us to never judge people without merit."
Fact: there are few things in the world that make me as weary as the current state of American politics.
Now, as I say that, it’s important for you to consider who I am and how the American governmental scene has impacted me personally. I am a 38-year-old, black citizen of the US. As a citizen, I have seen a host of disappointments within our government. Everything from the mishandling of several gunned-down black and brown citizens by law-enforcement; the many sentencing inconsistencies within our judicial system for like crimes across the racial divide; the dilapidation of schools in poor neighborhoods versus the opposite, and the professed defense of ‘WHY’ the confederate flag should still fly over any building funded by tax payer dollars in the Lord’s year of 2019.
"However, while the point is true, you mustn’t forget that there’s a reason why they call grown-folks business, “GROWN-FOLKS BUSINESS.” It’s because this is the business that must be addressed and discussed by adults."
I may be alone with this one and if so, I’ll take it; however, I seriously doubt that I am…
Full disclosure: I am 38 years old.
That means I’ve been on the Earth longer than the earliest iPhone and even (brace yourself millennials) longer than the whole internet. I am 2 years shy of 40. That’s right, 40!! Right now, there are people that I really don’t think should call me “sir,” that really do call me “sir” (to my face)! And please don’t get me started on this grey hair.
"I think to deny that we are our kid’s friend, is to also unknowingly contradict another very infamous and sound frame of thought."
Warning: I will lose some of the “aunties” with this one.
"I see these 2 young girls and I think, “This is what it looks like. This is the very odd and sad picture of 2 teenagers who STILL believe in Santa Claus."
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, in a hole, 10,000 feet below the dirt, and in a bunker, then I’m sure you’ve been made aware of all of the recent allegations facing R&B star, Robert Kelly.
"At some point, we’re going to have to take a look in the mirror, dig deep, and begin to ask ourselves the hard questions. Questions that will (and should) begin to expose what prayerfully, the real problem could be."
I’ve heard it said that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. If that’s true (and I’m assured that it is), then I pray you’d allow this next statement to serve as the sugar.
Fact: it takes great courage and a very resilient spirit to keep trying a thing over and over again. To look at a task and make a convicted decision that, in spite of a number of failed attempts, you refuse to give up or accept defeat. J.K. Rowling had a manuscript rejected dozens of times until it was finally accepted by a London publisher. The title you ask? Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone.
"This means, as I step into the New Year, if I plan to overcome the old barriers of productivity, I have to consider how I ruined my plans. And, after consideration, I must implement new measures to minimize these failings."
If you’re reading this, then you need to celebrate.
Not because you’re reading this, although if that’s celebratory for you, I won’t stop you.
"Am I willing to risk all that I have for this message? Would I be willing to stand alone for this message? Or, would I even be willing to lose my life for it?"
*The photograph above is of the late Fred Hampton.
I woke up this morning, in a deep pondering about what exactly this blog’s purpose should be. This thought led to prayer, and this prayer led to this.
Kevin D. Jones, Sr.