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Artwork entitled, "Wingless, courtesy of ~n1kkeisat0
The Christ Child, By CordieB
Away in a manger a long time ago…
a babe was born who longed to bring hope.
Three fourths of humanity worship the birth of this child
Yet, so few of us walk the path of the meek and the mild…
So few of strive to love our fellow man…
Though we hate and despise, we worship the Man
So often we use Christ life’s purpose in vain
So few of us love our neighbors as Christ so diligently taught
We’ve turned his his walk into commercialism; that can only be brought
In stores to perhaps give a temporary smile
to those who can afford it…perhaps for a while
While others lay hungry, homeless and poor
we bustle and hustle to all of the stores . . .
Stressing ourselves out to buy more, more and more
We walk into churches each Sunday for Christ’s Sake
pointing fingers at those who have lost all their faith
due to heartless believers who so often spur hate
and pay all our dues to for a religious retreat
yet somewhere a family is cold; abandoned, with nothing to eat
We speak of our Jesus with majestic love for the Man
never practicing that which He stood for– love for all humans
In fact we even practice hatred in His Holy name
and swear it is Christ-like to inflict such pain
Christ walked this earth to teach us to love
In hope that we not destroy humanity and the earth thereof
When will we practice the lessons taught by the babe who was born
in a manger to parents who were poor, ostracized and forlorn . . . ?
Let us remember the reason for the season by loving our neighbors and start treating others as we would have others treat us. Christ was about LOVE, PERIOD. All other agendas we may have are our own. Let us strive to keep this in mind this season and all seasons.
As always, Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
HIV test result in hand. At an HIV and AIDS clinic in Lilongwe, Malawi. Photo Courtesy of Shawn Hawkeye http://www.flickr.com/photos/hawkey/116429136/
Stay protected, get tested, know your partner.
A young woman who is a member of the church that I attend off and on, one whom I’ve always admired and who speaks and carries herself so well, disclosed on Saturday that she is HIV positive. Although this bright young lady had testified on several occasions that she was diagnosed with a chronic illness; because she also spoke and made soaps for breast cancer awarenes, I assumed she was a breast cancer survivor or was in treatment for breast cancer. This beautiful, bright young lady, who is glowing with outwardly good health and youthfullness, had such a bright outlook and positive demeanor. . . She is truly an inspiration. Although she contracted the disease from a boy friend, who knowingly withheld his condition from her, she acknowledges total responsibility. She is often approached by young men for dates, phone numbers, etc. She tells each of these prospects that she is indeed HIV positive. There reaction is often a real wake up call.
Great German advertisement explaining the anonymity of AIDS. Courtesy of Jayo http://www.flickr.com/photos/thejayblog/319707946/
Remind your friends, your children, and your love ones to never take chances with their lives – you can not determine a person’s condition from their appearance or actions: Wrap it Up! Also, get tested! It’s easy and painless. It only involves a simple saliva swab. You will want to know in order to start proper treatment and to ensure that you do not unknowingly pass on this potentially deadly disease.
Life is beautiful and it is to be cherished by all. Pause, think about life and spread a little awareness around on AIDS Awareness Month. Encourage everyone to talk about the menace of HIV.
I’m lighting a candle for those who I know are HIV or AIDs victims. If you would like to place a candle for victims of HIV, feel free to add that person in the comments. I will place a candle to each name added.
Maurice Bell (Departed)
Jeff David White
"He’s My Brother"
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
So on we go
His welfare is my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another.
It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on our way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.
by Sidney Russell and Robert Scott, (C)1977 Harrison Music Corp., Jenny Music (ASCAP)
I’m reposting this due to an interesting blog posting I read today on RawDawgB’s blog, entititled, "When the grandmomma’s gone " Now, if you’ve been blogging with me for some time, you will know that I judge people for themselves, not based on color, religion, sex, or anything else. But this topic is based on stats – and I’d appreciate any feedback you might offer, no matter your race, creed, or nationality. Please be frank and honest with your opinions; however any opinion that are based on racisim or hatred will be deleted as they were on the first posting. Peace, Light and Love . . . . CordieB.
Why is it that African-American women tend to take care of their extended families and non-families more so than our caucasion sisters. I visited my Aunt (who is 70+) last weekend, and was amused, as always, at her streangth and her many stories of days gone by. While I was there, two of her great- grand children were preparing to eat. Now, my aunt, who is 70+ has raised her children, some of her grand children; and now – God bless her soul, she is raising two of her great grands! These children are still in elementary school! She receives very little assistance, –other than finacial help from her son who lives with her. Most of the physical and emotional tolls all fall on her. This same woman took care of my grand mother when she became too old to care for herself. She would not have ever thought of putting Granny in a nursing home. She took care of me when my mother passed away (And I thank her for it). She has taken in so many people with hard luck situations, and hardly ever complains. But what’s so amazing about her is that she is the norm among African-American woman 50 years of age and older. Now, some may feel that this is a myth or a belief that is not based on fact. I made this observation based upon people whom I’ve encountered (my family, my friends)– and true enough, there are studies that show this to be true – see below:
Goodman and Silverstein (2001) found that compared to grandmothers of other ethnic groups, African American grandmothers were more likely to have more life satisfaction and lower negative affect. However, further empirical research has pointed to other reasons that suggest the issue of grandparents as caregivers for their grandchildren is especially relevant for African Americans. In the United States, the largest percentages of children living in a grandparent headed household are African American (Pebley & Rudkin, 1999; Pinson-Millburn & Fabian, 1996; Fuller-Thompson & Minkler, 2000; Caputo, 2001). Studies have found that compared to White grandparents who are caregivers to their grandchildren, African American parenting grandparents are more likely to be unemployed, live below the poverty line, and have more grandchildren for whom they provide care (Sands & Goldberg-Glen, 2000). Similarly, others have found that living beneath the poverty line, being African American, and being single raises the probability of becoming a grandparent who is a caregiver to their grandchildren (Roe & Minkler, 1998). Fuller-Thompson
To read the entire study, see http://www.clas.ufl.edu/users/tlmills/pub/Mills%20Publications/Mills,%20Gomez%20Smith%20&%20DeLeon_Grandparents.pdf
If you read the whole report you will see that among grandmothers raising grandchildren, African-American grandmothers make up for 69 percent of the total.
Now back to the question. Why? I have more than a few answers of my own, but the best one that I can give is because we are expected to.
Now expecting a 70 year to raise an elementary school aged child is nothing to brag about–in fact it is ludicrous. I find this type of expectation is what oftentimes leaves whole generations without proper guidance and discipline. Where are the mothers? God only knows where the fathers are. What are we teaching our children when we give them the expectation that we will always be there for them and for their’s-no doubt. How many borderline unfit mothers would straighten up if we threatened to call social services and not do the work ourselves?
Now I know that I might pee a lot of my beautiful people off by saying this; afterall – it’s not only that we are expected, we also have those spiritual virtues of love, caring, and being responsible for others who are less fortunate.
However, love sometimes has to be learned the hard way. Caring means, sometimes no matter how hard it might be, we step back and let our children or friends actually pass the grade and not do the work for them. By doing the work for them, we are making a contribution to a new generation of ignorance and complacency.
The Bible says, give a man a fish, and he’ll eat for a day, teach a man to fish and he’ll eat for a lifetime.
There is a difference between helping and "enabling." Enabling is a term that I, until recently, only associated with addiction. However, when we allow self sufficient adults to become totally dependent upon us, we are not helping them at the least. In fact, we are enabling them to become addicted to a cycle of dependency.
We can’t stop this cycle overnight. But we can stop it by gradually putting our foot down and not allowing people to make so many unhealthy and unloving demands on us.
We have to again teach our children and our neigbors self-sufficency by providing tough love–that which will have lasting and significant assistance.
Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB
He should do it, she should do it. Absolutely, they should defininately Do it.
Do it now. Do it fast. Do it right. Do at night. Do it in morning. Whatever you do, make sure you Do it!
Do the damn thing!
Don’t do it. Perhaps Do it. Can’t Do it. Won’t Do it. Will Defininately Do it.
What should I do? What Can I do? Where can I Do it? How can I Do it? How can I not do it? Why should I Do it? Am I suspose to Do that! I’m not gonna Do a Damn thing. I’m gonna Do it even if it kills me.
I’ll show them I can Do it. Who can’t Do that. Only a fool would actually Do something that stupid.
She’s not suspose to Do that! She can really, really Do it! Can he really Do that? They are obligated to Do it. I can’t believe that she would Do such a thing!
When can I Do it? I can’t possibly Do it. At least, I can’t Do it now!. How will I Do it? Who will help me Do it? Should I Do it on my own? Should I ask for assistance to Do it? What if I can’t Do it? This will surely Do me in.
Why can’t I Do it? Why can’t you Do it.
Guess what we should all Do?
Get off the toilet and refuse to let the Spirit of Do Do keep us knee deep in Deep Do Do.
How? Conversate and meditate with your Creator, "Creator, What is it that you would have me to Do? Creator, Help me Do what is pleasing to you. " Take some time to receive your Creator’s Response on what you should Do that would be pleasing to your Creator. You will see that by listening to your Creator and following your heart, you will have done that which you were destined to Do .
There are some people who are so uprightious and heavenly bound that they are truly no earthly good. Some people spend so much energy talking about other’s so-called defects that you would think they had never made mistakes, never lied, never cheated, alway paid every bill on time, always gave 100 percent at work, always cleaned their houses, never smoked a joint, never had a beer–the list goes on. But if we look into these peoples closets, we would find that they have experienced many of the same issues that they spend 90 percent of their time talking, complaining, gossiping, and shaking their heads about.
Now, normally, I can ignore all these rants and hypocracies; but today – I’m just fed up from the head up. These people seem to get a joy out of others miseries and mistakes in life. And then, the phase that just eats me up is “I would never . . . . ” I find those I would never people usually are suffering from selected amnesia or those same demons for which they never would are sure to come into existence one day.
Now, I’m not talking about people who talk every now and then, or comment on news worthy events. No I’m talking about the vicious gossipers who smile in your face–smile in everyone’s face–only to start the down talking the moment you leave the room or are off the phone. I’m talking about those folks who never have anything good to say about anyone, but can always point out how someone is headed down the wrong path or going to hell in a hay basket. What the hell is hell in a hay basket?
I just feel that if these so called “good people” would extend half of the energy they use talking about other’s misdeeds helping peole overcome their problems, then the world would be a far better place.
We all have our own demons to conquer. All of us grow at different rates; and we all learn some things faster than other things. We don’t all even want the same things others want. We don’t have the same belief’s as everyone else. These unique traits make us human. Here’s some food for thought . . .
Today, in a town near you, there is an upstanding deacon of the church who is a child molester – yet he preaches being upright all the time.
Today, in a town near you, there is a gay basher who loves to look at gay porn and practices homosexuality on the down low. (I know one personally).
Today, in a town near you, there is a Christian who would never dream of helping a homeless man or woman – unless of course that person came inside of the church.
Today, in a town near you, there is a woman who constantly talks about the youth of today and how “bad and stupid they are.” This same woman failed to raise her own children because she gave birth to her first one at 14.
Today, in a town near your, there is a man who constantly accuses his wife of flirting; yet he has encountered numerous affairs.
Today, in a town near you, there is an upstanding citizen, who will be arrested for domestic abuse.
Today, in a town near you, there is a teenager who is contemplating suicide because of mean, irresponsible gossip.
We should always remember the golden rule; do unto others as we would have them do unto us. Because when we don’t, those demons that we never could imagine facing, might just come to bite us!
Peace, Light and Love,
I am the tallest, darkest shadow to fall upon the hearts of men;
I have caused enormous calamity, failure and sin;
With me in a heart, humans seldom ever win.
Such a cold, dark, shallow shadow am I;
I bring on fears and tears, causing humans to sigh, asking why?
I’ve destroyed countless relationships, successes and faith;
I’m quite subtle, yet very strong is my wrath;
All minds and hearts will inevitably at times see me in their path.
All humans encounter me, some more than another;
You see, insecurity is my sister and worry is my brother;
My father is fear; suspicion, my mother.
I embrace souls at night like a new found lover.
If you are not carefull, I will suffocate you under my dark, thick cover.
Like a blanket of dread, I cover my prey;
To release yourself of my wrath, you must kneel down and pray;
Stay thankful and hopeful, live day by day.
I’ve had many second-guessing what’s wrong from right.
I cause anxiousness, apprehensiveness,
and can make hearts uptight;
But my shadow is very easily overcome by the family of light . . .
For the bright light of hope, faith, and love shine so bright
And they bring courage, security and trust to join in the fight;
Such illuminosity, clarity, and brilliance is their light,
It will cause my dark, deep shadow to fade and disappear straight into the night!
Who am I? (click below for answer)
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This Week’s Photo Friday topic is entitled: Religion
This is my son, Samuel, reading Book of Samuels in the Holy Bible.
. . . . And such is the Kindom of Heaven.
When I see the joy in the eyes of the children; I am automatically transported to Heaven. ~CordieB.
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