Day 51: Visualized Victory

February 20, 2018February 6, 2018 / EYHCS

Close the door.
Shut the blinds.
This is a sign it’s time to unwind.

Focus on the obstacle.
Notice how the air moves around it.
Seek it’s tender side.

Calm the noise.
Inhale the purpose.
Exhale the excuse.

Feel your heart beat.
See the obstacle move.
Watch the path clear.

Now, you know you have nothing to fear.
For victory is near.

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Day 46: Embedded Solution

February 15, 2018February 6, 2018 / EYHCS

Developing a fix without including the source is like writing a novel without any words.

When looking for solutions involve the people affected by the challenges.

And, watch the challenges become accomplishments.

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Day 34: The Battle

February 3, 2018February 3, 2018 / EYHCS

It is the ultimate internal battle.
To speak or not to speak.
To react or not to react.
To attack or not to attack.
To respond or not to respond.

It’s the battle spiritually and mentally successful people win most days.

The battle of inner determination.
The battle of prescriptive blinders.

Performers understand the battle well.

Regardless of the crowd’s response,
the show must go on.

In spite, of the sideline antics, you still have a purpose to accomplish.

Dogs will bark.
But a bark isn’t a bite.
So why disrupt your flight?
Trust and know everything will be alright.

If the barking dog isn’t your dog, keep on moving and let the owner answer the call.

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Daily Prompt: The Patron Saint of Truth

October 18, 2015October 19, 2015 / EYHCS

Daily Prompt: A True Saint

The Challenge: In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.

The Delivery:

The year is 2315. The day began like every day since 2215. The clock chimed. The birds chirped. The voices below sounded off one-by-one. Today is. The expected high temperature is. The precipitation is. There will be no further interactions between citizens and officials until quarantine has been lifted. Please remember to wear your masks of truth, your badges of honor, your crests of hope, and your shields of purpose. The official announcement of the day is over. Please begin your day as you normally would. And, remember we have our installation of the Patron Saint of Truth at noon. The festivities can be viewed remotely via direct stream or through your unembedded mobile devices. We look forward to seeing you there.

… (Noon the same day)…

As humans, we are constantly trying to live up to the promise of our ancestors. Sometimes we succeed. Sometimes we fall short. In both cases, the underlining goal is to always remember our ancestors knew less than us, but gave more than us, just as we are expected to do for the next generation. We are to uphold our virtues so we honor their struggles, their advancements in science, their innovations in technology, and their successes in destroying the unrestrained pride genome deeply rooted in our culture for centuries.

Today marks a hundred years since EYHCS discovered the RNA molecules completing the genome for pride. EYHCS was known for stating, “At the brink of war the cellular composition just materialized as if an unseen force revealed it all before her eyes”. She refused to accept credit for the discovery. In fact, to this day if asked, she simply states, “it was divine intervention”. No one has ever been able to disprove her assertion, so it stands.

Now, as we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth, we revisit the words she delivered to the council 100 years ago today, ending the internal war of pride vs. greed.

“Council I have just left my lab. I did not even lock the door out of fear my delay could offset the tenuous balance between word vs. deed. I was hard at work looking for the final gene to break the code on pride. We have all watched our society’s infrastructure slowly fall into decomposition from the internal war of pride, grandstanding, and false goodwill. I made a promise to the creator to never fall into the trap. I ate from the leftovers of the citizens. I drink from the rivers of the Earth. I watched our citizens turn on each other. I watched our society crumb, but we never died. I turned down the politicians’ gifts of expensive jewels, five star dinners, and lavish vacations on the greatest beaches of this Earth. It was all a guise for me to stop my research. I refused. I knew as a society we could overcome the darkness settling in our community. Late this morning out of pure exhaustion I feel asleep in my lab while looking through a microscope. Awoken be a loud crash, there it was. The genome for pride loomed in midair. I quickly transcribed the data. I checked and rechecked the outcomes. I verified the genes, cells, and molecules composition. And confirmed, our divine creator had revealed the one thing, so many people had sought to hide in an effort to propagate a never-ending war. My lab assistants and I confirmed the data is real. No longer will we eat our own. No longer will we kill our own metaphysically or physically in hopes of advancing our own agendas. No longer will a dubious “I” usurp the collective. We have unmasked the secret to restore our ancestors’ original vision for our people. Going forward, we live by our words and our actions will affirm our truth on a single value: “first do no harm”.

And so, great citizens of this new utopia, we install EYHCS as the Patron Saint of Truth. EYHCS, refused to allow pride to win no matter the compensation thrown her way. Remember great citizens of the Earth, “Some things are not for sale”.

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Day 95 – The Real Meaning of Easter

April 5, 2015 / EYHCS

Belief in the Resurrection is one thing. Belief in the Power of the Holy Spirit is another. Believing they both served the same purpose is yet another. Living without seeking to understand the powerful combination they each hold in your life, is failure to understand the real meaning of Easter.

EYHCS

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Day 94 – A Doubting Thomas Situation

April 4, 2015 / EYHCS

There are situations in life that will cause you to doubt who you are and whose you are. Especially, if you lack the foundation to understand those situations are created for those who lack the the very foundation you were given before your birth.

EYHCS

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Day 72: The Tale of a Vacuum-less Pulpit

March 12, 2015March 15, 2015 / EYHCS

I purchased a high powered vacuum cleaner about a year and a half ago.

The description promised no-loss of suction for the life of the vacuum cleaner.

The description foretold of a vacuum cleaner able to withstand even the dirtiest of carpets.

The description declared the suction would trap all grim, dirt, and particles trapped in my carpet.

I recall at the time going over the description several times, because I had received the same promise from other vacuum cleaners in the past and been sadly disappointment with the outcome.

I must have spent almost an hour looking and comparing the various vacuum cleaners on display.

I left the aisle, I returned to the aisle, I left the aisle, I returned to the aisle, and I left the aisle again.

Finally, I returned to the aisle and settled on a high powered vacuum cleaner with the promise of no-loss of suction.

It lasted a week.

I cleared the clogged-up hose.

It lasted maybe two weeks.

Then one day the suction stopped all together.

I would go over the carpet multiple times, only to see the same strands of hair, dirt, and grim settling in my carpet.

One day so frustrated with the lackluster results of the vacuum cleaner, I broke out my trusted tool set.

I took the vacuum apart all the way down to the motor.

I cleaned every crevice I could reach on the vacuum cleaner.

I put the vacuum cleaner back together.

The suction returned, but not at the vacuum cleaner’s original level.

I suffered with this vacuum cleaner for almost a year and a half.

I would take it apart, pull out my trusted wire hanger, and complete the process over and over again.

It would work for a while and then stop at the most inopportune times.

It got so bad at one point; I had to speed-vacuum, because the vacuum cleaner would constantly over heat.

I would try and vacuum an entire apartment with 2 bedrooms, 2 full size bathrooms covering approximately 1200 sq. feet in five or ten minutes before the motor would overheat.

Yet, I persisted with the vacuum cleaner.

Finally, I could not take it anymore.

I went out and purchased a new vacuum cleaner.

I went through the same process as with the last vacuum cleaner.

However, this time, I was more suspect about the promises layout in the description on the box.

I opted for the most expensive vacuum cleaner on the shelf.

I brought the vacuum cleaner home.

I diligently put all the pieces together.

I vacuum first the living room and then the bedroom.

The picture above depicts all the grim, dirty, and particles in those rooms. My new apartment is almost half the size of my last apartment.

I was shocked.

I was disgusted.

I was taken aback by how much filth had acuminated in just the few months, we had been in our new apartment.

By the way, we were still using the old vacuum cleaner.

I took the picture.

I looked at the collection of dirty.

I looked at how much dirty the new vacuum cleaner had picked up.

I was astonished.

I was sickened.

It made me consider how much dirt people carry on themselves every day.

It made me consider how much dirt exists in this world.

It made me consider how dirty our minds are even as we speak on how cleansed, purified, and holy we are in our pulpits, in our sanctuaries, in our synagogues, and in our mosques.

It made me consider the stains of unbelief, doubt, hypocrisy, deceit, deception, lies, and so much more we as preachers and teachers bring into our congregations, week after week.

We look at our struggling congregations.

We look at the brokenness of our congregations.

We look at the mounting, unemployed members of our congregations.

We look at the broken relationships in our congregations.

We look at the fragmented souls of our congregations.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the move of God, is hindered.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the operation of God, is lacking.

When everything is breaking in the congregation, it should signify the reign of God has been usurped by man and not God.

We bring a message of hope.

We bring a message of perseverance.

We bring a message of long suffering.

We bring a message of belief, when we do not believe ourselves.

We go home to our McMansions.

We go home to our paid for homes, by the very same congregations unable to pay their own rents.

We go to the five star steakhouse and order the biggest steak on the menu. Please do not forget the best red wine on the menu, so we can feel closer to Christ.

We lavish up the medium rare porterhouse steaks.

We toast to our success, Christ’s has bestowed upon our household.

We are satisfied with all the Lord has done for us.

And, we wonder, why, oh why, can we not bring the people up to our levels.

We pray to God for new understanding.

We pray to God to open their eyes.

We pray to God to clear their minds.

We pray to God to help us, help them.

We pray.

Some of us even offer a struggling member a few dollars, but then we talk about it later in the privacy among other clergy members.

We make a show of it all.

Our vacuum cleaners have lost their suction.

Our vacuum cleaners have lost their promise of cleanliness.

Our vacuum cleaners no longer read like the description of Christ.

Our vacuum cleaners no longer demonstrate the ability to cleanse the hearts, the minds, or the souls of the people.

Our vacuum cleaners are sucking the people dry and the people are too blind to see it.

Our vacuum cleaners are broken.

Our vacuum cleaners filters are clogged.

Our vacuum cleaner motors are damaged.

We are spewing more dirt, than we are clearing from the hearts, the minds, and the souls of the people.

We have our champion causes for the welfare of our communities, but we create minimal changes in their lives.

We are no longer acting as the wife of Christ.

We are no longer acting as the pure bride.

We are no longer acting in solidarity with the covenant we made with Christ.

We have become the problem and not the solution.

We need new vacuum cleaners.

We need new filters.

We need new motors.

We need to remember, a vacuum cleaner is only as good the suction power, it emits.

I am happy with my new vacuum cleaner.

It delivers as promised.

I am saddened by the vacuum cleaners in many of our churches.

They fail to deliver the promise entrusted into their care.

Their bellies, their pockets, their bank accounts, their cupboards, their storage chests, and their castles are full, but their hearts are empty.

In the words of our savior, forgive them father, for they know not what they do.

For those, who actually do understand the true message of Christ, and continually violates the message, the people, and the covenant relationship, I pray every curse upon your head and upon your household as Christ decreed in his message to the disciples on countless occasions. Just as God did in the Old Testament, see Ezekiel.

To God Be the Glory!

Amen!!!

Matthew 24: 9-14

9-10 “They are going to throw you to the wolves and kill you, everyone hating you because you carry my name. And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other’s throat, everyone hating each other.

11-12 “In the confusion, lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people. For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in—nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes.

13-14 “Staying with it—that’s what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won’t be sorry, and you’ll be saved. All during this time, the good news—the Message of the kingdom—will be preached all over the world, a witness staked out in every country. And then the end will come.

EYHCS

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Day 61: Toxicity – A Call to Break Free and Break Out

March 2, 2015March 2, 2015 / EYHCS

Toxicity is a state of mind.

Toxicity is a state of being.

Toxicity is a plague of the heart.

Toxicity is a plague of the mind.

Toxicity eats away at the beauty in our society.

Toxicity eats away at the good in our society.

Toxicity is an environmental condition.

Toxicity is rooted in the core of hatred, pain, disease, famine, war, strife, consternation, and so much more.

Toxicity destroys life.

Toxicity debilitates spirits.

Toxicity ruins homes.

Toxicity separates families.

Toxicity exists, because we fail to recognize the signs of its formation.

Toxicity exists, because we fail to stand up and speak out when it rears up in our hearts.

Toxicity can only thrive, if we allow it to grow.

Toxicity can only spread, if we allow it to breathe.

Toxicity can only exist, where love is not.

Toxicity can only exist, where faith is not.

Toxicity can only exist, where hope is not.

Toxicity can only exist, where peace is not.

Toxicity can only exist, where truth is not.

Toxicity is the cause of shame.

Toxicity is the cause of pain.

Toxicity is the cause of bondage.

Toxicity is the cause of breakage.

There is no toxicity in perfect love.

There is no toxicity in perfect peace.

If you are shame, move away from the cause of your shame.

If you are in pain, move away from the cause of your pain.

If you are in bondage, get away from the things bonding you.

If you are in breakage, get away from the things breaking you.

Simply get out, stay out, and never return to a state or condition of toxicity!

EYHCS

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Day 25 – Is it Really the People?

January 25, 2015 / EYHCS

If people are constantly coming at you with complaints about you, issues with your performance, issues with your work ethic, issues with your level of productivity…it might be time to reevaluate yourself and not the people. In other words, stop whining.

EYHCS

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Day 14 – The Liver, The Kidney, The Heart, and The Brain: A Personal Ode to the Innards of My Life Force

January 14, 2015January 17, 2015 / EYHCS

In a earlier post I discussed my new fascination with dirt and innards. In this post, I will focus on the true nature of innards.

Intro

Innards are at the core of all things organs. Organs support the life-cycle of all living creatures. Organs need access to oxygen through the body’s vascular system. The source of the oxygen stems from the nutrients contained within the blood flowing through each vascular nerve.

Tainted blood also taints the life-cycle of all organs the blood comes into contact with as it travels throughout the body. In some cases, a blood transfusion or organ transplant maybe required to replenish, repair, or replace organs damaged by tainted blood. Once an organ has met an attack it receive extra care for a minimal of six months to five years, if not for a lifetime.

The Liver, The Kidney, The Heart, and The Brain: A Personal Ode to the Innards of My Life Force

The most common organs under attack include the liver, the kidney, and the heart. Each of these organs is responsible for cleaning the body of waste in one form or another. The all-powerful heart controls the speed and amount of blood flowing to and fro every organ in a living creature. There are four main chambers to the heart and all work together to keep us alive.

We rarely give thought to how we condition our heart as we grab a Big Mac and large fries, chain smoke those two or three packs of cigarette in a day or so, or create havoc everywhere we go by the swords we throw in the direction of the unexpected receiver of our angst and anger. We rarely give a second thought to the organs pumping life into us each and every millisecond of our lives on Earth as we spend countless dollars on the new trend of the hour. We rarely stop or pause to check the state of our innards even though they call out for us . The sharp pain in our chest is waved off with a finger as we pick up the next greasy sandwich. Or, the stabbing needle in our side as we jump up too quick from bed, forget about praying or thanking someone for another day, we mutter as we headed out the door. All the mundane things can wait for when I have more time. Our innards calls continual go unanswered until we cannot move at all.

Oh, let’s not forget the banging in our heads as we scream at the people we love and curse out the people we profess to love, but not like. Yes, it is me, proclaims the brain. I matter too. Did you think I would forget the one who holds the secrets of the past, present, and future of our very soul? Never, my brain knows me better than I know myself. How much better would we be if we fed our brains knowledge, power, peace, understanding, love, and all the things sweet dreams are made of, instead of the hate and garbage of our tattered society?

Sure we complain about the state of our economy, the state of our marriages, the state of our personal net worth, the state of our financial net worth, the state of all things we have the ability to change, if we change the way we treat the innards of our life force. Successful people rarely complain about their circumstances, because they devise strategic action plans to change or work around the obstacles in their path to victory. Powerful people are often the silent ones moving behind the scene quietly moving bishops and pawns into action as the king reaps the benefits. Successful and powerful people watch their life cycle and life force through a steady diet of truth, honest, and nutritious living. They feed their livers water for the soul. They feed their kidneys proteins and fiber to promote the cleansing cycle of their earthly vessels. They feed their hearts love and exercise to strengthen the engine of their life force. They feed their brains with positive affirmations to bolster their minds for the challenges ahead. They feed their innards and so their innards feed them the best life has to offer. When their innards call it is to say thank you instead of a call for help.

If you are still battling imaginary enemies, if you are still battling a systematic wall of never enough, if you are still battling sickness of the mind, the heart, or the soul, ask yourself one serious, honest, and non-judgmental question. What are you feeding the innards of the only life force you have?

EYHCS

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Day 276 – Abandon Car

October 4, 2014October 10, 2014 / EYHCS

Life is challenging. Life was never designed for the weak. Life was never designed for those unwilling to hunt and live off the land. God’s creation for life on Earth focuses on the strong at heart, the strong at will, and the strong of mind. Failure is refusing to acknowledge we are from a great power source and the same power seeps through every fiber of our being. Weakness is a lie. Weakness is a form of voodoo made up of old wise tales. Weakness is a blackout of the power source within. Weakness forsakes your royalty claim to the one who designed you for more than government handouts, pauper wages, abusive relationships, or anything hindering you from claiming your royal status in the Kingdom of Heaven on Earth. Life can exist or life can linger on like a driverless car.

Have you abandoned your car?

Has your vehicle rear-ended or side-swiped someone else’s car?

Is your insurance premium paid up?

We walk aimless in our abandon cars rarely looking up from the passenger seat only to realize we ran out of gas and never stopped to refill. Today, might be the day to revisit the gas station you passed several miles on your journey to nowhere, but hoping to get somewhere.

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Day 275 – Boiling Point

October 3, 2014October 3, 2015 / EYHCS

Everyone has a boiling point. There is some obscure inane object, person, or situation capable of transitioning even the most nurturing person to simply boil over. There is a place in each of us capable of volcanic activity. There is a place in each of us few people will ever know or fully understand. There is a place in each of us hidden from the world. There is a place in each of us, once ignited is difficult to squelch. There is a place in us wrought with internal flames waiting for just the right igniting. It is a place, I pray you never find. It is a place where both life and destruction occur. It is a place dreams form and break. It is a place hope is lost and found. It is a place like no other. Your boiling point is a place of solace and solitude. It is in this place reality meets faith. It is in this place your walk becomes who you profess outwardly and inwardly. It is a place we avoid, but on occasion should visit at least once, to understand this one truth. Your boiling point is not your breaking point. Your boiling point is your restore point. Your boiling point is an indicator telling you it is time to reevaluate your defenses and fortify your household.

Are you in the boiling point or fortification stage?

What are your plans going forward?

Are you willing to risk it all for what lies ahead?

Can you let go of it all for what rests on the other side?

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Day 274 – Meditation Series: Writer’s Heart

October 1, 2014September 19, 2014 / EYHCS

I wrote this meditation on April 12, 1997 at 1:00 am. Three years out of high school. Two years into life outside of my parents home. I was more confused about who I was or what I would become. I knew I held a purpose. God began to place specific people in my life who confirmed a greater destiny than the little black girl for the south side of Dallas. I held on to it all. I researched various religions. I dabbled in things I had no business dabbling in, I thought. They all created the child of God I am today. They all helped me during one of the most difficulty battles of my life. The things spoken into my life bore a great truth, which is still unraveling, today. I have so many of these writings. Surprisingly, it has only recently occurred to me, God’s Holy Spirit speaks to me in my writings. And, so even when exhausted, frustrated, or otherwise not myself, I will continue to write.

Life’s greatest challenges when completed become life’s greatest triumphs. My heart weighs heavy this eve.

My mission statement for the day:

We are all on a trip, following different road maps, but to the same destination. I will be ready to lend a helping hand to a troubled traveler today. It will breathe new life into my personal walk home.

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Day 271 – Meditation Series: Compromise

September 28, 2014September 19, 2014 / EYHCS

We walk through life striving to compromise for the sake of peace. Somehow in the process we lose a piece of ourselves. Someone recently asked, what is the difference between a compromise and self-devaluation. My response spiritually inspired: Compromise is altering one’s preference to accommodate another. Self-devaluation is allowing another to violate your fence to keep up the neighborhood connection.

Have you allowed someone to infringe upon your property rights? If so, make a plan to recover what should not have been given or taken?

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Confession Moment #8: A Post Like No Other – My Heart is Heavy

September 12, 2014September 13, 2014 / EYHCS

My heart is heavy, today. I initially wanted to write my typical reflective thought post generated by a beautiful photo I plucked from Indulgy. I wanted to deliver solace for my own troubled soul. I wanted to write a post for the brokenness I see in the world spewed across the news channels everyday. I wanted to write a post for the deceitful intentions of others, I have experienced in my very short life on this Earth. I wanted to write a post for the pain of all those who suffer in silence daily, as I have in the past and to let them know it really does get better.

I wanted to write a post for everyone dealing with the realization we live in a society where children go hungry daily while society blames their parents for living below the poverty line; where we can send several groups of soldiers to war, but cannot raise the minimum wage to a living wage; where politician grow richer and the poor grow poorer; where families are being destroyed for foolish reasons or stupid decisions; where color-focused police officers pull single black mothers out of their car in the dark hours of the night with their terrified children in tow, because, after all, we all look alike, even when we do not; where Latinos are being excluded from the all-inclusive America, because they were born on the wrong side of the border; where every few decades we find ourselves fighting another civil rights battle (Japanese, Chinese, Irish, Polish, Indians, African Americans (Blacks), Hispanics, gays, lesbians, bi-sexual, transgender); where the uneducated are marginalized even more than their ancestors were, creating a circular system of poverty (slaves, migrant workers, working class); where the educated are becoming the new poverty class (student loan debt) and unable to find those jobs promised to them as they continually signed their life away each semester; where the total breakdown of our society seems to go unnoticed by far too many people; where another black dead face on the news at the hands of an official or frighten civilian is no longer news, but a sad expectation for other black faces; where we speak of Jesus and then act as Barnabas; where we spend more time on Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, or Twitter than contemplating our civic duties as Americans of these Great United States; where our minds are so convoluted the truth is difficult to ascertain even when faced with the hard reality we got it all wrong; where I am so disgusted with the placating mindset of our society, I could not write one of those truly colorful, thought provoking, rosy, or uber-spiritual post, even if my God would allow it.

I really wanted to write that post today. I wanted to write that post, because at my core, my God created me to speak, enlighten, encourage, provide solace, and live out his life on Earth as he prescribed long before land separated from water. God knows I wanted to write such a post today. God knows if I were not so utterly disgusted with a Godly people acting so ungodly, I could have written such a post. It hurts my heart to write so brutally today. For those who know me, have known me, who will know me, who have experienced my friendship, my warm smile, or my laughter will understand more than anyone else how much this post pains me. It pains me, because it requires I step out of my overly optimistic worldview and into the world I see, today.

While this particular post is darker in nature than anything I have ever written for the public eye, it is the Truth I see. I am simply tired of seeing the same stories, conversations, and total lack of concern for our fellow man, woman, and child. My writing is therapeutic and the writer in me would not remain silent. It helps me prepare to run the race another day. After so much needed time with God after work this morning, he reminded me of the journey God has taken me on, specifically over the last four or five years. I am grateful for the new eyesight. I am grateful for the silent prayers you sent my way. I am grateful for the helping hand you offered even when I was too raw to receive it. I am eternally grateful, because on my balcony this morning, God showed me, “he really does know the plan he has prepared for me and his plan is perfect, his plan is not meant to harm me, his plan is meant to rise up a nation of people brave enough to write such a post their former self would have never written, out of fear of exposure”.

For those of you in the battle of your life, remember, rather you believe in God or not, someone or something kept you from the fate your choices or actions should have brought death upon you, instead of life.

Be kind to each other, we never know when the person we throw stones at might be the same person God sent to help you out of a situation you had no business being in, in the first place. Be kind to each other, because we do live in a country rich in history of people fighting for one another across all lines. Be kind to each other, because someone was kind to you when you least deserved it. Be kind to each other, because no matter how much money and power you have today, it could all be gone tomorrow, and what would you have, but each other. Simply be kind to each other.

I close this confession moment with a poem I wrote during my stint in Beijing, China on 2011/07/30.

A Moment of Reflection

A period of redirection

Living in a world of change

Living on an unknown range

I felt a close hand on my shoulder

I felt my spirit grow older

Wishing for a human caress

Wishing for God to give me rest

A journey revived

A path of hope against the divide

I knew the story would end