Of Ducks And Such

 

 

“Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.”
― George R.R. Martin    

 

 

 Every so often a situation occurs that literally divides our nation. The issue can be so volatile that it breaches races, political affiliation, and even long term friendships. If anyone has watched television over the last several days I think we will all agree that the "Duck Dynasty's" Phil Robertson has accomplished such a division because of his inflammatory comments in a recent GQ magazine interview. In the interview Robertson, (who claims to be an evangelical preacher), expressed his beliefs against homosexuality and a host of other carnal acts. Of course, he backed his words up by semi-quoting from the Bible. And as if that wasn't enough, Mr. Robertson went on to say how blacks were "happier" working in the cotton fields and singing and that they were better off before the Civil Rights movement. (Even now as I type this I can't believe this was actually said in this day and age). 

 

  Update: It has been nearly 30 minutes since I began this blog but I was interrupted, (in a good way), by a telephone call from a dear friend in Kentucky. She is a middle-age white woman with whom I worked with while employed with the VA in Louisville. She is, and has always been, a unique woman and friend and she has visited our home and kept in touch via birthday and Christmas cards.

 

  I say the interruption was a good one because I was so livid; no, I was incensed with all the Duck Dynasty controversy and I was prepared to rant on about it. However; I am so glad God knows what we need and when we need it. She and I talked about our families, retirement life and of course, the Duck mess. She said that she simply turns the channel when that controversy comes on because all it does is bring you down.  "Besides", she continued, "they are just a bunch of rednecks." My anger was immediately diffused.

 

  It is well known and documented that America has a horrible problem with racism. I really learned this to be true when I joined the military. But I do not attempt to go on a crusade to convert the haters into "lovers of all men." I had to learn that this was not  even possible from the pulpit. Today I just take my own small piece of the world and do the best I can with the few relationships I have.

 

  I pray for a swift end to this Duck Dynasty mess and even more so that true friendships will not become a casualty of this war.

 

  God bless,

   Dennis

 

 

 

A Nostalgic Night Of Song And Dance

Music is my religion

-Jimi Hendrix

 



  The days have been cold and windy as of late. I have been partial to summer, as opposed to winter, for as long as I can remember. It's no wonder that I do not look forward to too many activities outside of the comforts of my home during the winter months. However; when I learned of a certain concert coming to town from my wife I must admit that I was very much interested. Normally I shy away from events which accommodate large amounts of people, but to hear that Bobby Womack, The Isley Brothers and Frankie Beverly & Maze were coming to town caused me to set aside my personal idiosyncrasies. My wife does not share my proclivity to R & B music but my sister, Cynthia, was more than willing to attend the event with me. Preparations were quickly made. 

  The venue was excellent. There was seating; as opposed to standing room only, and the booths inside the concert hallways provided foods such as Philly cheese steaks, burgers, chicken tenders and fries, popcorn and Nachos. The beverages were also a variety ranging from bottled water to beer and mixed drinks.

  Before the program began there was the show of concert participants such as men who wore floor length fur coats with matching hats, women with glistening, skin-tight outfits, and couples who adorned themselves in matching outfits. Among the sea of 8,000 black and white faces was one common thread; joy and happiness. Everyone appeared to anxiously await the melodic machinations that were soon to occur that evening.

  I will omit much so as to shorten this blog, but I will say that the plethora of emotions which flooded my soul from the singing of each of the acts were overwhelming. I saw my own father strut across the stage as Bobby Womack belted out such tunes as "Stop On By", "If You Think You're Lonely Now" and Harry Hippie". The Isley brothers presented the audience with every top ten hit from "Shout", "Who's That lady", "Atlantis", "Between The Sheets" and much, much more. To add to their show were a bevy of beautiful female dancers who made you feel worthy of such a great show. And finally, Frankie Beverly & Maze took their time and serenaded us with their timeless classics. 

  My sister and I did not need the aid of any alcoholic drink to cause us to enjoy the program. We needed to merely listen to the music and glance out across the arena and see the multitudes of people dancing in their seats and in the aisles to feel the enjoyment many were feeling along with us.  My sister is a huge Maze fan and could not help but call me out to Cha-cha with her during on of their tunes. There was an aged couple who were sitting next to me that could not resist the lure of the smooth sounds of Maze and suddenly found themselves swing dancing in the aisle. And of course, someone initiated an Electric Slide dance which had me and my sister eagerly joining in with a host of other attendees. Between acts, the MC said "Somebody make some noise" and I was tickled with delight as my sister hollered out "noise". It was a time when I wished that all of my dearest friends and family could be there with me.

  Both Bobby Womack, Frankie Beverly and Ron Isley spoke of friends who were no longer with us; Whitney Houston, Marvin Gay, Luther Vandross, and more; while simultaneously I remembered those in my own life such as my parents, early years with my siblings, childhood friends, military buddies and many others who were no longer here to enjoy and hear such historic music. I decided right then and there that I would enjoy this music for them; that I would be their eyes and ears, and that I would help the legacy continue on.

  Life is indeed short. We must all strive to make every second count for something. I am thankful for being allowed to experience such history.

  I love you all,
  Dennis

A Parting And A Coming Together

"My family is my strength and my weakness".

-Aishwarya Rai Bachchan

  Family. Sometimes it is difficult for me to explain my family. We have been through so much together, (and apart), over the years. My family is not perfect, as some of yours may be. Over the years we have shared great times; as well as devastating moments such as the early loss of our mother, the economic and emotional hardships we endured afterwards, and the subsequent separations we experienced as we grew into adulthood.  I believe that each one of us has sat alone with our thoughts and wondered how we would have fared in life had our mother survived her illness. Would we all have gone to college? Would some of us have married at a young age or would we have even married that particular mate? Would we have become so independent at an early age or would we follow the paths of so many youth of today and stay under our parents roof well into adulthood?

  I stopped mulling over these type questions many years ago. I have long accepted my lot in life and have concluded that it is the will of God that I have taken the paths, (whether good or bad), that I was destined to take.  

  Recently I was blessed with the opportunity to see my twin brothers again after many months of non-communication. Without going into detail, I will simply say that the enemy had been successful in causing a breach in our relationship and until we were face-to-face we did not realize how we had been deceived. Sadly, it took the passing of our childhood friend, Winston's, mother, (Judith Nixon), to bring us together again. In many ways Mrs. Nixon had been like a mother to us as we were growing up and there was no way that we would not be able to attend her home going.  I view our recent reunion as mother Nixon's final charitable act towards us, and for this I am so very grateful. 

  As Winston and me and my brothers congregated and began to reminiscence I began to feel the resurgence of the special love that has been between us for years. Someone once said "funerals are not for the dead but for the living". I saw this to be so true as we talked and took pictures and laughed together.  My relationship with my brothers has always been a special one. I am thankful to God for allowing us to come together again in this life and disperse any evil intent to keep us apart.  

  There is still much work to be done concerning me and several other members of my family, but I will be faithful to believe that even those situations are already being worked on by God.  

  Sometimes it's so hard to walk through the storm but it is possible.

  I love you all.

  Dennis   

Don't Be So Cheap

"Do not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain; The worker is worthy of his wages".

1 Timothy 5:18

  I took my car to the car wash the other day. It was the type in which you had the option of getting a simple run through or "the works". I, of course, elected to get the full treatment for my car. I watched patiently as the attendants vacuumed my car prior to sending it through the automated wash. Later, as it came through the final dryer stage, I watched another attendant enter my car and drive it over to the final prep area and then run back to retrieve another car coming out of the wash tunnel. 

  It was at this time that I reached into my wallet and took out $2.00 in order to tip the attendant who would complete the final stages of the wash.  To be honest, I hesitated at the thought of even giving a tip because the full-service already had cost me $23.00.  I clenched my fist around the two dollars I held in my hand and convinced myself that this amount was "just fine".

  Minutes later a young man arrived at my car and began to get it ready for me to receive it. I stood by and watched with a deep satisfaction as he tended to my car as if it was his own. He was exceptionally meticulous as he cleaned the windows inside and out, wiped down the leather seats, polished the mirrors, and applied the coating material to my tires to make them shine.  As he continued to detail my car I decided to go back inside to the attendant who manned the cash register and I asked him to make change for a $20.00. I realized that the young man deserved more than a $2.00 tip and I gifted him with $10.00 as I left.

  Often we fail to follow the teaching that states "It is better to give than receive", (Acts 20:35). Having the ability to go shopping for clothes, to buy groceries on a regular basis or even to purchase items that we "want" and not necessarily need is a blessing within itself; but I have learned that I feel more joy in my heart whenever I "bless" another; especially when they are not expecting it. 

  I also believe that many do not give graciously, (such as generous tips to waiters in restaurants or money and other gifts to those who are obviously in need), is because these acts of kindness are not often reciprocated and one can easily sulk within himself and let that "human nature" take over that says "Well, what about them doing for me sometime?" Denying one's self is not always easy but it is necessary if we sincerely desire to show the light of God within us. 

  But this is what being a blessing is truly about, isn't it. I am blessed in the fact that I am able to live far better than I did as a child and that my family is well cared for. I love sending the random package to a friend or a family member who is not expecting anything at all.  Giving goes beyond merely paying tithes in church. Giving means nothing if we only give to those who are able to pay us back.

  How many people loose their blessings because they are only interested in what they can get out of this life for themselves? Can you remember when you were the type of friend who would say "If I've got ten dollars you have five of that? When we give out of faith and a pure heart we will find that our bucket will never run out of oil, (read 2 Kings chapter 4 regarding the prophet Elisha and the widow woman's oil). 

  Let's be salt, my friends. The world needs it badly.

  I love you all.

  Dennis

   

    

  

Saying Goodbye To Mother Nixon

"Into each life some rain must fall."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

 

 

  I received word this morning that mother Judith Nixon passed away last night. I am deeply hurt, but am also somewhat relieved that her pain is no more. 

 
  Mother Nixon had been in my life for as far back as I can remember. Me and my twin brothers were friends with her son, Winston, as children. Winston was one of those kids who immediately became family shortly after we met him. He was there shortly after my mother had died. His father was a career soldier and Mrs. Nixon was an educator. My brothers and I used to love spending the night over his house because Mrs. Nixon would cook great meals, (which we were not accustomed to having), and wash our clothes in her washing machine. We didn't have a washing machine at our home so we were relegated to hand washing our items in the bath tub. Also, food was always an issue at our home. We never had much. As fine as Winston and his family lived he would spend numerous days, and nights, at our home because we did so many things together such as singing, dancing, or just clowning around. I must confess that I secretly wished we would spend more time at his home; primarily because of mother Nixon.

 

  Mother Nixon was so kind and soft spoken. If she ever raised her voice I never knew it. She was strong on education and was so gentle and generous. It wasn't long after that I secretly desired to be her son. 

  Mother leaves behind her loving children; Wayne Winston, Isaac, Mia, Nicole and Nikki; as well as a host of beautiful grandchildren. My comfort comes in knowing that she is now in the loving arms of her husband, Clayvon, (who preceded her ten years ago), and with our Lord in glory.

   It has been said that some people pass through our lives merely to touch our hearts in specific ways. Mother Nixon was one of those such people in my life. I emulated her love for her children. I was motivated to do my best in the field of education. She inspired me to want to provide the best home setting for my own family. I miss her so much already.

  My prayers and hopes are now set towards her children and grandchildren. There is a huge hole left in their hearts and I wish I could hug each of them at this very moment. I know that there will be many endearing memories of mother Nixon for years to come.

  Thank you, Mother Nixon, for being such an influential part of my life.
  Dennis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



It's What You Say

 

 Death and life are in the power of the tongue,And those who love it will eat its fruit.

Proverbs 18:21

New King James Version (NKJV)

  I was meditating on some things the other evening and that's when I discovered that I am at peace more at this juncture in my life than I have ever been. I have learned so much; experienced a great deal, suffered wrongs at the hands of "friends" and even have scars caused by my own hands. I've learned to never say "never" and I have seen miracles and have had visions and dreams that can only be attributed to a higher power.  

  I recall how earlier in my life, when I was going through my first divorce, how I was always financially destitute. I seemed to always be broke due to having to fulfill my legal obligations and manage my own needs. I recall how one day I simply told God that I never wanted to be broke again.  There were times when all I had in my wallet was a single dollar bill; but I wasn't broke. That's when I began to experience the power of the very words we speak.  It didn't only stop with that but I eventually learned to "control" my environment by adhering to sage advice concerning the avoidance of bad behavior distancing myself from people who are habitually negative, toxic, untruthful and consistently immoral. Do I still make mistakes? I certainly do, but I am able to recover from them more quickly these days. Sometimes it's as simple as knowing that you can't have your cake and eat it, too.  Even habitual characteristics that one has grown up with can be deleted from our lives. As they say in Texas, "You have to rise above your raising". 

  

"If we are unfaithful, He abides faithful, for He cannot deny Himself."

2 Timothy 2:13 

 

  I do not have the luxury to lie awake at night worrying about whether I and my family will eat next month or have a roof over our heads. I do believe that God's eyes are on the sparrow and he will do just what he said he would do which is to watch out for His children and supply our every need. To those who find no belief in God; this message will not assuage your worries about tomorrow. For those who know of God's faithfulness we will gain empowerment and courage to outlast even this debacle.  Remain positive in the absence of light, my friends. See things as they should be and not as they appear to be. Have faith in spite of what your natural situation tells you.  Tell that mountain to get out of your way!

  I wish you peace, success and love.
  Dennis

Remembering Those Things Which Brought Me Through

 

 

"Get Wisdom And Understanding; Forget it Not; Neither Decline From The Words Of My Mouth". Proverbs 4:5

  I awakened this morning with more energy than I usually have in the morning. There was an urgency in my spirit that urged me to get focused, get organized, and prepare to answer the call.  I am always concerned about my family's well-being and security, but it felt as if there was something more pressing to accomplish.

 A quick shower and a bowl of Frosted Flakes had me ready to take on the day. It was then I heard the television news reporting on a clothing and food drive to help the homeless and those in shelters throughout the city. I immediately got busy going through my closets to find any and all clothing that I no longer could fit into or no longer wore. Anyone who knows of my appearance when I was working can attest that my clothes were always clean and pristine; so I am proud of the fact that I am not relegated to donating worn, torn or outdated items. I did the same regarding the food pantry. We will collect the wife and son's items tonight so that we may deliver them to the shelter tomorrow. Like others, I have donated before but sometimes we need a reminder.

  As I've mentioned in earlier blogs, I come from a family of nine; seven children and two adults. I was what was commonly referred to as the knee baby. I wasn't the oldest child nor was I in the middle, as far as age was concerned. I was not the youngest either. I was next to the last born. To me this was always a vicarious position. Even before my young mind was able to properly process my feelings I had always felt somewhat out of place among my siblings. I was too young for the older siblings to cart me around on their daily adventures. The twins, who were a year older than I, had each other.  And I found no functionality in my baby sister as a playmate so I usually made friends with other kids my age in the neighborhood.

  Today I still vividly remember the encouragements and exhortations of my mother towards me. She never ceased in urging me to love books and reading. Perhaps it was only to keep me busy so that she could have some quiet time throughout the day, but I have always felt that she did it because she recognized something in me that needed to be cultivated. Through learning to love reading I discovered many things I may not have learned by merely existing as a child on a playground. Through books I learned of problem solving and through both the non-fiction and fiction I developed an understanding of fantasy, imagination, communication, reasoning and problem solving; all of which I greatly attributed to my successful military career among other things in my life. All that I am today I attribute to the continual encouragement of my mother.

  So why write of this today, you ask? It is because  early admonishments from my mother to "love reading" has allowed me to go elsewhere when I am faced with disappoint, uncertainty, despair, confusion, anger or woe. A good book or an intriguing article allows me to escape negative feelings, negative people and even circumstances which may seem out of my hand and allow me the opportunity to view my actions and/or the actions of others in a less controlling light.

Sometimes it is the things of old which bring us through the trials of today.
Have a good day.
Dennis 

Coming From A New Place

 

We're here.
I, and my family, have finally made it to Memphis, Tennessee. Oh, it's not as if we were targeting this area for years and now it has finally come to fruition; in fact, it wasn't even a distant thought. But, as fate would have it, we were given the  unexpected opportunity to come here to live. My many years in the military had gotten me accustomed to moving every few years. These days I absolutely abhor being displaced from my creature comforts and familiar environment, but it helps when the move is government sponsored; as this one was.

So we came to Memphis where we have no semblance of family and knew not a soul, but then we have the esteemed pleasure of knowing God and He prepared the way for us and set us up in record time.

I am looking forward to many great adventures in this grand city. There is so much history here such as the legendary Beale Street, and the FedEx Forum, home of the Memphis Grizzlies. I can drive by Elvis Presley's Graceland home at any time of the day and I can visit the Stax record museum in downtown Memphis. The Nike shoe factory is here, as well. The Lorraine Motel, where civil rights icon, Dr. Martin Luther King, JR, was slain is also merely minutes away. There is so much live music entertainment throughout the city and who can boast, (humbly, I must add), that the church they attend on Sunday has none other than the Reverend Al Green as its pastor. Yes, the Let's Stay Together Al Green of old. Each Sunday at his church is a veritable melting pot of people from all over the world who have made seeing Rev. Al Green one of the "historical" sites in Memphis. By the way; he can really preach.

Although some things change some things will remain the same. My gratefulness to God for keeping me and my family, my friends on Facebook, and this planet will forever remain. I have burned some bridges but have built new and lasting ones from the ashes.

I will now go forth and prepare my day.
God bless you all.
Dennis

Shutting It Down

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Albert Camus

 
An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

Buddha

 Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.

Oprah Winfrey

 I haven't blogged in a while. In fact, I haven't had the passion to write due to so many changes, both positive and negative, in my life. While I will pass on the opportunity to divulge what has occurred, (and is occurring), with me I will say that I have concluded that I need to "refresh" some of my Facebook friends.
 
 When I first activated my fb account a few years ago I believed it was an exciting way to keep up with old military friends, former childhood friends, family, new acquaintances and the like. I have a proclivity to encourage people, love people, support the dreams of others and to sometimes share experiences from my past and/or present.  But there are several hateful people out there in Facebook land. You peer on the pages of others solely to criticize their lives or to speak ill of their blessings. I have never been one to attempt to collect an abundance of people to call "friend" because I believe this word has lost its meaning in our modern world.  I used to wonder why some of my fb friends would take a break or simply shut-down their sites. I no longer wonder .

 If I do decide to emerge with a new page in the future I ask that those who are offended by my blogs, my positive attitude, my tendency to love people of all races, my straightforwardness, my belief in confronting untruths; please do not bother to solicit my friendship. I truly love so many of you but some of you have bewildered me with your ways.

 I wish you love,
 Dennis

I Wish My Mother Were Here

 

My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. All I am I owe to my mother. I attribute all my success in life to the moral, intellectual and physical education I received from her.

George Washington

 Sometimes I wish my mom were here. I was nine years old when she passed away but I remember so much about her. She kept a clean house, could cook her butt off, and loved socializing with people. She taught me and my siblings how to keep house and she could be very funny. I remember how I once asked my mother why we boys had to do "women's work" such as washing dishes, laundry, sewing, ironing and cooking. She looked me in my face and said "There's no such thing as men and women's duties. I'm teaching you how to survive so that you will never have to worry about  having any woman take care of you". That is a lesson that I will forever cherish.  

 I know that I got my sense of decorating my house from her because she loved "what- nots", artwork, and unique items. Today, my home is decorated in like manner. I vividly remember the days of polishing door knobs with Brasso, scrubbing garbage cans and scraping wax out of the cracks of wood floors with a butter knife. Also cleaning windows and dusting. I remember how she inspired me to excel in school by complimenting me on my reading habits. When our family was stationed in Germany one winter I read an entire library storybook section from our home encyclopedia set. Her praises towards me still ring through and I still remember her loving smile of appreciation.

  Today I am a man with a family. I've made my share of mistakes, but with day I get better and better. I know what it means to have a loving family,  true friends and acquaintances.

  I used to wonder why God allowed my mother to leave us at such a young age. Perhaps if she had lived I would have stayed with her at home and never joined the military and excelled at my career or in life. The questions concerning her early demise still continue to come but all I know is that her living was not in vain for in her short lifetime she taught me a world of knowledge and for that I will always be grateful.  

  So in my quiet times I simply say "Thank you, Mom".

  Dennis

Putting Things In Their Proper Place

 

"Though you are a lowly worm, O Jacob, don't be afraid, people of Israel, for I will help you. I am the LORD, your Redeemer. I am the Holy One of Israel."   Isaiah 41:14

Taking care of yourself has got to be paramount in your life. I am guilty of worrying too much; about the security of my family, about what certain people think of me, about my sometimes fluctuating blood sugar, about my ailments brought on by years of military service; just to name a few. It's ironic that one of my favorite verses of scripture comes from Philippians 4:6 which states "Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done". (NIV)

  I try to tell myself that I am only human, but that does not satisfy me within because I have actually seen and experienced miraculous things in my short life from a child up to now. Recently I have been tested on many points concerning my faith and my own self confidence. God keeps bringing me back to that one basic truth; "I am all you will ever truly need"

   Daily I press to remember to seek first His plans for me and all other things will fall into place. I tire of hatred, jealousy, guilt-slingers, false witnesses and the like. I am learning more each day to die out to my tender, fleshly man and to gird myself in His armor from day to day so that the fiery arrows of the enemy will not be able to wound my soul. After all, after the enemy has succeeded in destroying and/or killing you they will only ask "Who's next"?

  "If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land".  2 Chronicles 7:14

  Hold on to your faith, even when you can't see it. God will always send someone into your life to encourage and help you to stand.
 I love you all,
  Dennis

When We Hold Hands

 


"Don't you realize that in a race everyone runs, but only one person gets the prize? So run to win!"
 I Cor 9:24

"Again I say unto you, That if two of you shall agree on earth as touching any thing that they shall ask, it shall be done for them of my Father which is in heaven."
Matthew 18:19

 This may just well be the most important blog I have ever written; and it's possible it will be my last "public" one. For several reasons I am considering limiting my inner thoughts to my Facebook page alone. I am still praying about this.

  The ancient proverb states; "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb".  Essentially this connotes that it begins with cold, unpleasant weather but ends mild and pleasant. Spiritually speaking, this is exactly how the last few weeks have been for me. But true to the proverb, the days are ending in pleasant peace; however, not as the world may view peace but only the peace that God can bring.  My voluntary consecration over the last month was for the purpose of overcoming some of my own obstacles but it largely included many of your spoken and unspoken requests. I have been absolutely overwhelmed by the reports which I have received both personally and via messages and my soul is rejoicing. Some months ago I asked if you would agree with me for the needs and requests of one another. This was to include even those you did not personally know. I want to thank you for believing in the power of prayer for God has done, (and is still doing), above what we could ever believe possible. Please allow me to share a few things:

• My dear sisters, I rejoice in the success God has brought to your self-started business. The surge you have been experiencing is not temporary, but a sign of what is to come in the near future. be prepared for fast success.
• Bless you, my brother in Texas, whose heart and prayers are centered on your mother's health. I thank God that He has preserved you through your trials and brought you back in her life to be a blessing.
• My sister, we agreed in the spirit concerning the return of your son to your loving arms. The powers that be said "never" but God, who has all power, said yes. I look forward to many photos.
• My brother, I am thankful for how God has allowed your daughters to be doing so well in school and the pride you wear on your face is well warranted. It is in ways like this that God restores our faith. You have always been a good friend. May God bless everything you touch in His name.
• It took awhile, my sister, but all of your hard and long hours of study and testing has paid off. I don't take your accomplishment lightly and I know you do not either. But what stands out in my mind is how you were continually prayerful and thankful while you were going through. You did not let your single parent status be a reason to offer excuses. I will pray with you anytime. Brighter days are coming. 
• To my former Army brothers in N.C. I ask that you not get weary in well-doing. Change is coming for the better to your VA hospital, just as we have been praying for. That has been a large part of my trial here but things are moving in favor of the Veterans. Didn't you see that God has even but the Secretary of the VA on notice?  Stay faithful. You may learn, as I did, that many other Veterans are depending on you to stand and be faithful to the cause.
• Sister, I am blessed that God saw fit to it to allow you to hold your father again for his Birthday. He can do anything but fail. Are you still looking for that other blessing we spoke of?
• My Sister, Trinity Missionary Baptist Church is just as blessed to have you as you feel about being there. Not too many people come out of church and tell the message to others. Keep spreading the Word just as the woman at the well did.
• The enemy sought to destroy some marriages and last year, this time, we did not know where we would be. But God is faithful and I personally continue to praise God with you and to pray for continued renewal in your home.
• We continue to pray and agree that God will lose the captive man back to his loving family. I have seen men released from prison as God released certain disciples; miraculously! He is able.
• Those who have lost loved ones, (recent and past), such as my wife has, I thank God for his sustaining power; for holding you up when you weep on the inside, when you are reminded of them in a song. I am thankful you are still able to pray and minister to others and that you have not surrendered to the lie that life has no more purpose.
• Sister, didn't God raise your loved one from her bed of affliction when all seemed lost? Encourage someone with that testimony and don't worry about people who say that they are tired of hearing it.
• And finally; there is much thanks to be given for the myriad of financial blessings He has bestowed upon His people. Please be prayerful when your season arrives that you remember those who were there for you during your drought. "Cast your bread on the surface of the waters, for you will find it after many days". (Eccles. 11:1)

 Thank you for your prayers and love and support.
 I love you all,
 Dennis

Remembering Our Dreams

"When people conclude that all is futile, then the absurd becomes the norm"

Stanley Crouch

 

   I got tired of laying on my back today. I wasn't in bed all day, just for a portion of the afternoon. You see, I injured my back when I was in the military and sometimes it flares up on me unawares and my normally sporadic schedules gets side-lined until the pain subsides. I pray that I am not sounding as if I am whining; I hate to be a complainer, for there are far worse situations than my own ailment that deserves God's attention.  But if you believe that everything happens for a reason, as I do, then you will also do as I do; make lemons out of your lemonade.

  While paused I began to meditate on "Making It". I'm referring to that position in life whereas one will say that they have attained; and not merely on a spiritual level, but on a financial and materialistic level, as well.  I'm not your boy who aspires to be spiritually complete but lives a life of pauperdom. And this thought gave rise to another question in my active mind: Why are we given such awesome gifts only to find ourselves mainstreamed into a field that is so familiar and safe and oh, so boring.  I would venture to say that somewhere along the way our dreams became side-swapped by what is commonly known as reality.  And who determines your reality or my reality?  It ought to be us determining our own direction but sadly, that is not the case. 

  Life is filled with stories of those who pressed on towards their dreams until they struck oil.  as a child, my siblings and I were given many opportunities to sing and perform in front of our parent's guests. What applause we received and what sincere praise was given to our efforts. But reality said "Your family is too darn poor and too black and to ugly and too normal to pursue a musical dream".  And so we all found ourselves living a societal dream and working a societal job and living a socially acceptable life. I despise reality, for it is not for us but against us.  Reality says "If it feels good then it must be wrong."  Reality causes those who have a good life to believe they are undeserving of it until they forfeit it. Reality points to  all of our friends and peers who are doing what is "safe and certain" and tells us to stay away from that unusual and unpopular dream. 

  But I refuse to ride a rocking chair of what-ifs and I shoulda coulda woulda. When are they over, those dreams we have placed on hold?  I say not until we lay asleep in the earth.  But now I breathe in and slowly exhale. I focus on what it is I am going to go after and I will be relentless until it is in my hands. Tomorrow I may need to read my own words again so I will remain motivated, but that's okay. As long as I do not fall asleep.

  Dust off your dream and breathe life back into them. Sing that song, write that book, love that person, make that journey. Do it with your whole heart, and do not falter. Fear is not your friend.

  I love you all,
  Dennis

 

    

You Don't Know My Story

Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will spring up quickly; and your vindication will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will guard your back.
Isaiah 58:8

  I was up early this morning. I had a great deal of errands to run. I purposed my day to be this way because moving about has always helped me to sort my thoughts and is also a great way, (at least for me), to figure out specific equations in my mind.  At one point as I was driving I felt a wave of conviction flow over me. Perhaps the feeling was triggered by a song I heard or maybe a certain thought; I truly don't know, but I do remember consciously shaking off that cloud and ushering in great thoughts of my present blessings.

  It really should come as no surprise whenever an unexpected or overwhelming weight of our past collides with our present. You who are spiritual know that we wrestle against good and evil; flesh and spirit, everyday. If I were to allow my demons of the past to control my life I would not be able to get out of bed in the morning. I would be too ashamed to come to God for anything because of my feelings of inadequacy and unworthiness.  I will be the first to admit that I have made my share of mistakes in this life. It is only by God's grace that I am alive, free, and have my well being.  For my sake He forgave me and put a muzzle on the snitches and made my enemies my footstool. There is no one too low that God cannot pull out.  

  I often think back on many of the leaders and prophets in the Bible who God called to do so many great things for His people. Here are a few:

• King David
• King Saul
• King Solomon
• Adam and Eve
• Samson
• Moses
• Abraham
• Aaron
• Eli
• Lot
• Isaac
• Jacob

Now take a moment and consider which of these people were perfect and had never sinned. Do you see my point?

All we can do is speak the truth. The rest is up to the individual.

  Like the little rich man, Zacchaeus, (Luke chapter 19), let us come down from our high places of self-righteousness, judgemental attitudes and self-absorbed importance and sincerely love one another.

  Have a great day and pray for your enemies. Ain't nobody mad but the devil.
  I love you all.
  Dennis

Finding Thanks

 

 

God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

  March has barely begun and its few days have already brought a whirlwind of activity; both good and bad. I was blessed to see another birthday in February. It's true that as you get older you become aware of your every thought and action and there is always the unspoken knowledge that you will be held accountable for your deeds, (or misdeeds), when it is all said and done.  It's no secret that I am referring to things of a spiritual, (or religious), nature.

  I personally find it a good thing that in my graying years I am able to both maintain my relationship with God, (whom I have known from a small child), and retrospectively meditate on who I was throughout my life. Sometimes I easily smile at some of the things I have seen and done while on this life's journey. On other occasions I shiver and wonder "What was I thinking"?  Of the many paths one's life may offer it is an eerie thought when you consider that one chosen decision meant the difference between life or death; freedom or imprisonment, health or illness, heaven or hell.  

  As I step out into the morning's brisk air I am consciously aware that my life belongs to God and no other, and if I am to be all that He desires I be I must walk in courage and conviction and stand firmly on what I know and believe to be true; even if it causes me to stand alone, as it often does.

  But still I am able to feel a sincere smile emerge across my face as I venture out for it isn't all about me, is it?  We have made it to another Friday, my friends. Make the best of it as if it were your last.

  I love you all.

 

  Dennis

And Still I Wait

"Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the grave, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom."
-Ecclesiastes 9:10 (NIV)


  I'm waiting on my proverbial ship to come in. This is nothing new I do; more like a continuation of hopes and dreams I have had ever since I can remember. Some items on my list have already been realized while others are slowly coming to fruition. Time and age has caused frequent changes in priority and quantity regarding some of the things on my checklist, but still, the basic items remain which are:

• Long life, good health and strength so I may be allowed to fulfill my obligations as a husband and father.
• I do not desire to support my family of origin or members of my extended family, but I do desire to alleviate them of any debts incurred and allow them a new lease on life.
• I desire to be able to come to the aid of friends who are already doing all they can to keep their nose above water but may have fallen victim to that unexpected emergency.
• I will travel to see friends and family who I've not seen in years. I would not show up to be a burden to their household but I would vacation in their city and invite them to go shopping and to have dinner with me at various restaurants .
• I will extend my ministry outside the confined walls of the church and pray that I will be led to interact with those who need more than a new suit or another pair of heels for the church anniversary. As a small child I sometimes wondered where was the church when we hardly had food in our home or when Christmas was devoid of a decorated tree with gifts underneath.
• I would like to help those who help themselves.

  Exhaustive volumes have been written about life and its meaning. I say we simply make life by being the best we can.

 Smile more often today.
 Dennis

The Futility Of Worry

“Thoughts Become Things... Choose The Good Ones!”
― Mike Dooley

"And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise."
----Philippians 4:8 (New Living Translation)

  There has been a constant theme being disseminated this week. I've heard it through the testimony of others, I've read it while studying my Word, and I have even seen various Facebook posts from several friends alluding to the same thing; People of God, do not become discouraged and lose faith. God is in control.

  Sometimes I have to take a break from watching the news on television. I believe in being in touch with current affairs, but nowadays the media appears to have an agenda to induce panic among the masses. If it rains they predict a massive flood. If it snows they predict shut-in conditions and advise you to go raid the nearest super market. There is nothing new under the sun, (Ecclesiastes 1:9), and if we will simply remember this we will know that this world has seen deep depressions, famines, disease, natural and man-made catastrophes, floods and storms since the beginning of time. Those who are devoid of hope and without trust in God will see every instance as "The end". 

  Author Anna Monnar said “Whatever is going to happen will happen, whether we worry or not.”  So true is this saying; However, do you know that a negative event is more likely to occur if you continually fear it happening? (See Job 3:25) "What I always feared has happened to me. What I dreaded has come true". (New Living Translation)

  Every day that we awaken we must be aware of the fact that we are responsible as to how the day will be; regardless of what has occurred the day before; and certainly we are not to be worried about tomorrow. If you tell yourself you feel fine, you will.

It will not always be easy but it is always possible; shake off worry and fear and set your hopes on things above.

Dennis

 

Small Minded People

  I have purposely stayed away from blogging these last few days.  It's not that I did not have anything I wanted to say; quite the opposite. I had so much on my mind and when I get this way I have to remember to be slow to speak lest I speak out of anger as opposed to reason.  I actually do try to live peaceably with all men but then there are those who have a way of getting on that certain nerve out of their ignorance or purposeful hatred.  My wife will be the first to tell anyone that I have a very low tolerance for messiness; especially if my intentions towards someone is sincere; but it's those small minded people, (those who make it their passion to find a reason as to why you are less better than they are or who make it their mission to use you up until you are literally parched), who irritate me the most. Perhaps this is why I am such a loner and not one who regularly congregates with others. 

  The scripture says "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone", (John 8:7). But I have learned that as with so many other words of wisdom this goes right over the head of many people who believe they have "got it together". It's because of this prevailing attitude that over the years I have learned to love those outside of the church more than those in the church.  When will they learn that simply dressing up in their Sunday best will not get them any extra points with God when they lack compassion, forgiveness, love, charity and inner truth?

  Whenever I read facebook postings from friends who are hurting or lonely or hoping for a better day my own heart goes to where they are. I want so badly to hold them and tell them that "This, too, shall pass". But all I can do is pray for them and hope they remember God when they come through their trial.

  I end this dialogue in my right mind and absent of anger and frustration. I simply know that it is necessary to always pray.
  Still loving you all,
  Dennis