Monthly Archives: February 2012
Growing up there was a man in our church that whenever he spoke it was always from the same passage of scripture, Acts 3, where the lame man sat by the gate called Beautiful. As he expounded on this passage it was nothing eloquent or even memorable about his delivery. Without fail, once he got to the place where the lame man got up and started leaping, that man in the church would be transformed. read more . . .
While riding with a friend we experienced such a remarkable event-a beautiful rainbow was arched directly in front of us. It was so vibrant that we had to stop and snap photos of it. It was an aah-hah moment that allowed us to reflect on the covenant promises of God. read more . . .
Over these past few days after learning about Whitney Houston’s death, the world have exclaimed how much they loved her, her voice and her songs. They’ve held vigils and reminisced about what her life and songs meant to them. The reality that she will no longer record another song, perform in another movie or sing on stage causes us to think about what her life actually meant to us. read more . . .
In a conversation with one of my nieces she indicated that she wanted to be an actress. As I queried her and gave recommendations about fulfilling her dream, I shared with her that she should get involved with some of the local repertoire theaters. She emphatically indicated to me that she had no intention of doing that because it was gross (my words) and went on to say that she just want to be on the big screen. Well now! read more . . .
Growing up it was never a question about who had authority in my mother’s absence. My mother made it plain and clear to us that we had to do whatever my eldest sister said because she was in charge. For many years, we were more frightened of my sister’s wrath than my mother’s. You know, this respect for the position of authority was so entrenched in us that when my mother made her transition from this life, we all looked to my eldest sister for guidance. In essence, it was a natural progression that authority had passed to her in my mother’s absence. read more . . .