Friday, January 12, 2018

Perspective

(originally penned 1/12/16)

I love trees! Their stature, their strength, their variety, their resilience, but most of all, their beauty. And I love the way that nature teaches me lessons a...bout life, over and over again...


Because I don't have an office with a view yet, I have resorted to natural landscape screensavers to remind me that there's a big, green world outside, just waiting for me to enjoy. Anyway, recently, a picture flashed across the screen, and my initial reaction was less than favorable. It was a close up picture of tree bark. I frowned as I thought, "How did that get in there?" But since I had no control over the images in that particular screensaver package, I had to let it slide. A few minutes later, the same tree flashed across the screen, but this time it was a more comprehensive picture of the entire tree. My reaction was exactly the opposite this time. I thought, "What an absolutely gorgeous tree!" It wasn't until after the thought was completed that I recognized it as the same tree.

How often in life do we do the same thing? I mean, not just make a hasty judgment, but not take unto account the big picture? How often have marriages ended because all he/she can see now is the ugliness of the past few fights, but don't look at the entire victory picture of the past decades of winning the war side by side? How many friendships have died because of one slip of the tongue that caused the heart to forget the many obstacles overcome together? How many missed opportunities because the individual wasn't dressed "right" for our taste? So often we fail to see the forest for the trees (pun fully intentional).

Just like with my change of perspective with the tree, sometimes we need to step back and assess the big picture, instead of picking on the immediate details. Sometimes the whole is much greater than the sum of the parts. Sometimes stepping back, or away, can grant a never before experienced perspective that can change an entire outlook...

But what do I know?

Thursday, January 11, 2018

Less Filling...

And have you forgotten the encouraging words God spoke to you as his children? He said, “My child, don’t make light of the Lord’s discipline, and don’t give up when he corrects you.  For the Lord disciplines those he loves, and he punishes each one he accepts as his child.” - Hebrews 12:5-6 NLT
 
Remember that commercial from back in the day whose tagline was "Less filling, tastes great?"  Sadly, there are a few modern day houses of worship who have lost their original purpose and have diluted the Word down to suit their own needs to where it's "Less filling, tastes great!"  Jesus didn't say that the Word was always going to feel good, in fact it is likened to double-edged sword, which I know doesn't feel good when it's doing its work!  The Word is often like a medicine, and medicines don't often taste good.  As long as it does the work it was sent to do, I don't think we should be as concerned about the initial unpleasant taste; the healing will last much longer than the unpleasant taste.  
 
Being disciplined by God's Word doesn't feel good, especially if it comes at a time we feel is inconvenient; that will often leave a bad taste in our mouths.  But, if we receive the correction in the love it was wrapped in, it will be health to our flesh and strength to our bones.  We will be filled with His love, His grace, His guidance, His wisdom, His Holy Spirit.  But if we dilute the Word, and tailor it to match our moods, or edit it to garner larger congregations or donations, then we not only do God a great disservice, but we endanger the very lives of the people to whom we are to be ministering.
 
Everyone needs the entire Word preached to them, not just what suits their mood at the time.  Just because it may initially make us cry doesn't mean it's not good for us.  Think of it like a baby getting a vaccination.  Any parent knows the agony they and the infant go through when the child gets its first vaccination.  Oh, the pain and screaming, and that's not just from the infant!  But the pain is temporary, the fever and the tears are temporary, but the protection that it offers to the health of that child against some of the most miserable or crippling of childhood diseases are worth the initial day or two of misery.  I know that there are some controversies now about some vaccinations, but for the most part, they are prophylactics against some devastating childhood diseases.  Such is the Word of God.  If we take it as medicine, and fill up on it, then we are protected against so many of the enemy's attacks of which we are never aware.  Sure, sometimes God will show us from what He protected us, but I think that most of the time, we go through life blissfully unaware of some of the things from which God protected us.
 
Now, I know that I'm not the only one who can also testify to the pain and regret of "catering" the Word to a particular need, and being gravely disappointed when God didn't come through the way we had thought He would.  If we had read or heard the entire Word meant to address the situation, there would have been no disappointment because we would have been led down the correct path of expectation from God.  So vital is the need for the entire, unadulterated Word of God, because there are so many of us walking around embittered because of disappointment in a God we never took the time to really understand.  If we really admitted to it, there are some areas in our lives where there are unanswered questions simply because we didn't take the time to sit with God to get the complete plan.  He was willing to give it to us if only we had been willing to sit and listen. Taking medicine isn't always an instantaneous "spoonful," sometimes it requires a period of "intravenous feeding."  I'm not saying that everything has an immediate or ready explanation, but taking the medicine will prepare us for those as well, knowing that sometimes healing takes time; that not everything happens instantly.
 
Let us focus on imparting the entire Word to make it "filling," not worrying about whether or not it tastes great.  Let's leave the commercials to the world's minds.  We are instructed to set our minds on things above; in doing so we will be filled

Friday, January 5, 2018

My take on the mixing of races

So, I know I'm probably setting myself up for a lot of flak, but this thing has been sitting in my heart since I overheard a conversation, and I need to get it out.

The conversation was about mixed children and how that was the way the world was leaning, and that the two participants in the conversation were very happy about it.

Okay, granted that I wasn't too keen on the "trend" toward mixed children when it seemed to gain steam, and became the "in thing" for people to do, I have now mellowed and grown more accepting as more and more of people close to me have entered and remained happy in these unions.  I am not one for trends, so that's why I initially objected.  I have seen too many people jump on bandwagons for different interests and causes and started some really good movements, but then grew tired and left the "offspring" out in the cold to fend for themselves.  Also granted, that race mixing has been around since the beginning of time, and it's not a new thing, but when I see a seeming surge in something that touches on the "trendy" I immediately get defensive because I so often see the sad outcomes of no follow through after the initial excitement.

I know that I have already offended many simply by my loose and possibly unfeeling use of the terminology, but please hear me out.  I do not voice this concern to stir any pots, or to start a discussion, or to raise any sort of awareness, not this time, I am simply voicing my viewpoint on a topic I found a little troubling in the way it was presented.

First let me state why I was initially disturbed by the way the conversation was turning.  I am a very proud dark-skinned black woman who went through a period of grave disappointment in black men who seemed to blatantly denigrate our race, and crossed over to date and wed primarily white women.  I was further egged on in my disgust when I saw that the black man was surrounded by eligible, intelligent, gorgeous black women, but bypassed those options and chose a less attractive, less intelligent white woman.  I was only slightly appeased if the white woman was gorgeous and intelligent.  What used to get my blood boiling was the negativity exhibited by the black man towards the black women he "rejected."

Denigrating your own race because you chose someone from another will never look right in my book, no matter what you try to say to me, so don't even bother trying to defend that argument, and I'll tell you why.  If you are a black man, that means you came from a black woman, who came from a black woman, all the way back.  You possibly had black sisters, aunts, cousins, etc.  How can you say that you don't want a black woman without disrespecting and hurting those who raised you?  I understand that not all families have a wonderful example to which to look, but those are more the exception than the rule, so again, your excuse will never sway me.  Now if you have tried to date black women and have suffered repeatedly and a white woman rescued and treasured your heart, then I am all for it, but please, and I do mean that, please do not group all black women into that awful category I know to which some do belong.  So my problem is with the denigration of black women by black men.

I was not so much disturbed when I saw black men with women from other races besides white.  It still caused a level of discord within me, but not as harshly.  I am still of a generation who, though we came up just after Jim Crow, still suffered so many blatant racist acts at the hands of whites that the "prized white women" mentality still rises to the top of my consciousness when I see a mixed couple.  I do not do it on purpose because it is such a part of my conditioning because of the injustices I have experienced and seen; it is almost Pavlovian.  Therefore, my objection level to a mixed couple where the woman is of another "minority" is diminished because, and I think my rationale is, if I follow my own train of thought, they have also suffered at the hands of whites, so they "get it."

I also do not get as upset if the woman is black and the man is of another race.  Being a black woman, I have been subjected to all the media hype about the ratios of black men to black women, and the picture is never a pretty one.  So I do not object as strongly to my sisters finding love and happiness with a man of another race.

As I previously stated, I went through a period of grave disappointment, key word "went," past tense.  I no longer give that arena anywhere near as much of my time or energy as I once did, and because of that waning of interest and angst, I have found myself more open when I see mixed couples, especially genuinely happy mixed couples.

However, and this brings me back to my original point, the eventual loss of the individual races is something I don't see happening.  Whether it will be because of more open-minded people like myself, or from the closed-minded prejudiced elements within each race, it's going to be a battle, and one where that blending across the board will lose.  There is still too much to be learned from each individual race, and if we blend everything into one big mélange, those beautiful individualities will be lost!

Something I really enjoy doing is people watching, and part of the enjoyment is watching how the differences interact.  And I'm not even going to touch on the subsets of cultures within each individual race!  Just watching an older white woman smile back at a Hispanic baby, or a young Asian boy dance with a group of similar aged black boys, or a little white girl join in a game of tag with a group of children, all from distinct races, brings hours of smiles to my face.  This is not something that we can afford to lose.  Of course there will always be difficulties along the way, we experience them everyday.  But if we resort to trying to "erase" those differences by blending everything together, that'll just raise a different set of issues.

The first mention of "differences" is in the Bible with Noah's sons, Shem, Ham and Japheth, and has been a cultural argument down through the ages.  The actual assignment of "races" though, came much later, somewhere around the 19th century, when scientists started to try to categorize humanity based on certain physical racial characteristics.  This led to theories and assumptions and unfounded conclusions which led to the rise of racism.  If the scientists had been in a different time period or around a different group of people, who knows how that argument might have turned out.  As it is, here we are today, living with the results of institutionalized racism, and it causes people to again jump to irrational, unprovable conclusions.  I may have even jumped to some myself in researching for this post.

I still want to learn about the different races though, and I don't want to be forced to do it because of "blending" of the races.  I want enough of the original races to remain distinct, with all the distinctive characteristics evident.  I no longer have a rabid response to the mixing of the races, as long as it isn't a forced "remedy" from a pacifist's answer to relieve racism.  There will always be differences, there will always be prejudices, there will always be misunderstandings, as long as there are humans, there will always be human responses, good or bad.  But just because there is a long-standing problem does not mean that there isn't a solution.  But blending isn't it.

America used to be called "the Giant Melting Pot."  That is probably why the idea of blending is such an appealing one to some groups.  I rather like the new approach where we're now more of a "Giant Salad," all in the same bowl, but retaining our individual flavors, enhancing the flavors of the others with whom we're interacting.

I like me, with all my flaws and foibles, strengths and wisdom, beauty and scars.  So many have benefited from me being myself, myself included, that I would never go back to the people pleasing, go-along-to-get-along wall flower I once was.  Being ourselves is the best gift to the world that we can offer; why would we want to give that up to become a carbon copy of someone else?  That would ruin the whole idea of individuality!

I'm against losing our uniqueness, but I am interested in how you feel about it.  Let me know in the comments below.

Humbly submitted,

The Psalmist

Thursday, January 4, 2018

Dreaming again

So I had a dream last night.

I haven't had dreams I remember for years, so last night was very significant. I started dreaming again in December while hospitalized, and that's when I recognized that God was still with me (I was so far down that I'd given up). I didn't think He had abandoned me (I still held on to His promise that He'd never leave or forsake me), but I did think that He was just standing by, like everyone else, just watching me drown and not thinking me worth the effort to even try to help me.

Anyway, to the dream...I was leaving someplace at night, and these three women were following me, I didn't immediately recognize that they were following me until we were in an area with fewer people. As I tried to rush to my car, they started to rush me. The fear I felt awakened me.

When my heart calmed down enough from that fright, I began to understand it's significance. I was bombarded last year with trial after test after trial after test, most of them not having the "courtesy" to wait until the last test or trial was over, but kept mounting at sometimes multiple tests at the same time of varying intensities. I let a few people (I thought were friends) know what was going on and tried to keep it moving.  Most of the time though, I was drowning.  I kept saying I was tired, or overwhelmed, and I would get tepid responses, if I got responses at all.

But I'm descending again, so moving on...

The three women represented depression, bitterness, and hopelessness. They had been dogging my heels all this time, but I didn't recognize it until I saw how my circle kept dwindling. The more I cried out, the smaller my circle got. Some people asked me where my faith was, and how was my prayer life. I was so deep in despair, and I was so overwhelmed, they were almost non-existent. I didn't even believe that God heard me anymore, because I couldn't believe that He could not only allow all this stuff to happen at the same time, but that i would be abandoned by the very people I thought He had sent to help me get through this excruciatingly gruesome time in my life. I found out, the painful way, that they were not (my heart is still in recovery over that one).

As I said, my circle got smaller, but it didn't totally disintegrate, and there were a few who hung in there with me, who recognized that my need for contact was vital to my sanity and healing. They prayed with and for me, offered help, called me while I was in the hospital, offered to come take care of me while I recuperated, and have kept checking on me even to this day.



I'm still battling bitterness but less and less because I had to just let go of the selfish ones. Because of how I am, I dismiss selfishness often at the expense of my own emotional health. Well, that's another lesson learned, no more. If you were one of those to whom I offered an ear, a shoulder, advice, etc. while I was going through my own hell, yet you never even inquired about my well-being, you may have noticed a fierce cooling off...well, that's because of you...bye!

I now have recovered enough strength and faith to get back on the prayer wagon, and my desire to reestablish my relationship with God has been greatly rekindled.  I have gained some more wisdom and insight into humanity that will probably remind me to keep my circle extremely small. I have to really trust God to send whom He chooses for my circle, and not despair so much when the Judases appear because they too, unfortunately, are vital to my story.

This wasn't one of these happy stories, but it is to serve as medicine. Sometimes life serves us bitter pills that destroy some parts of us, but if those parts aren't destroyed, 1. they will hinder us from moving forward, and 2. their destruction now allows room for more of the beneficial things to be planted and flourish and expand.

From the broken, but healing, heart of


The Psalmist