If You’re Happy Being an Atheist Guess What?

cross1I have this really cool friend on Facebook.  I have never seen her and of course she has never met me in person either but we are friends.  I cherish and respect her opinions about life and she gives me the same courtesy.  She’s an Atheist and I’m a Christian.  And we have never had disagreements about my choice to worship Christ or her choice not to believe in a deity.

Yet, the rights to worship or not worship seems to make most people go crazy on both sides of the fence.  I can’t help but wonder why?

And here is where I’m going to make a few people upset about the subject:

It’s not my job to police the world and set lives on the path of God.  And more so, it is wrong to push religion, faith and God on others.  People were given free will at birth.  Meaning we have the rights to follow God or deny His deity.

I’m a Christian and hardcore evangelism really upsets me!  I hate when Christian’s come to my front door and give me their “you’re going to hell for this reason spill.”  Honestly, I quickly shut the door in their faces.

No one wants to hear they’re doom to an eternal life of fiery damnation.  No one wants to hear they are worthless and unworthy!  Christ died for us all because we were worth the sacrifice!  And as I see things, had an Atheist been the only person on earth God would have sent Jesus to die for him/her too!

Now there will be those that will gasp at my statement “If you’re happy being an Atheist I’m happy for you!”

Only baby Christians or far left/right-wing Christians feel the need to invoke fear and force feed religion.  Spiritual force feeding is not showing a person to Christ and or God.

God clearly say’s in Jeremiah 31:3, “Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love; with loving kindness have I drawn thee.”  Hum. . . ‘with love and kindness’ has He made Himself known to those that choose to follow Him.  No where in that passage does it say club people over the head with the word of God and drag them to the altar to repent!

Truly, the God I worship is a loving God.  He is slow to anger and quick to forgive.  And he certainly doesn’t want His children to bully people with His word!  Therefore, when I meet people who don’t believe in Christ I respect their choice, because I want them to respect mine!  So if you are an Atheist and you think I’m going to try to convert you to my faith you are sadly mistaken.  And, again, “if you’re happy being an Atheist I’m happy for you!”  And!  Yes!  I’m a Christian!

 

Should White’s Omit the “N” Word When Rapping

N Word Poll_edited-2When it came to formulating this quiz about who can say the ‘N’ word when rapping, I wish I could take credit for this thought-provoking question.  But I got quiz from a group I belong to on Facebook.  After reading the comments I thought it would be great to ask the public.

A Mother’s Love: Jeremy Meeks Greatest Supportor

To his mother, you are the reason these types of guys keep committing crimes. Stop babying your son and being an enabler! Nobody goes to jail for tattoos. Stop with the sob story about the job and kid. If he cared SO MUCH about his job and kid he’d stop committing crimes. Let him serve his time and learn a lesson. You’re being unjust to your son by not letting him pay the consequences for his actions. Let him grow up and take accountability! Raise money for starving kids and stop conning people into posting your criminal sons bail.

 

Photo take from:  Free Jeremy Meeks
Photo take from: Free Jeremy Meeks

Jeremy Meeks’ story is the tragic story about a young man’s life hanging in the balance.  It’s a story that has left many American’s clueless about why his mother is asking for donations to pay for her son’s legal expenses.  It’s a story that has made women (and probably some men) make fools of themselves in social media settings.  But what make this a truly sad story are the cruel words written to a mother that is trying to give her son another chance.

Let me first say this, I’m not supporting the cause but I understand a mother’s love.

I must admit when I saw his picture, I thought he was good-looking!  His blueish-gray eyes go well with his caramel skin tone.  His facial profile is defined with hard masculine outlines; while his lips are the right size of thickness for kissing all night long.  He was indeed blessed by God to be eye-candy for the women.  And, let’s just say the young pup took this old and very season woman back to her fun filled days of youth for a moment.  But then reality sunk in and said, “Wait!  There’s gotta be more to this man than just his looks!”

So, I began to research the newest pretty face to fame.  And what I learned about him was this:  he had a criminal past, he spent time in prison, he once lived in Washington, he has a tear underneath his left eye, he has all sorts of tats, he is married, he has a son, he got caught in a car with known gang members along with firearms and ammo, his bail was set for $1,000,000, his mom says her son has changed his life, he is innocent and was on his way to work.

Bail!  $1,000,000!  Wow!

Now why is his bail set for $1,000,000?!!!  Don’t you think a million dollar bail is a lot of money for just a nobody that was on his way to work?  Why was he driving a car with firearms and ammo knowing his situation?  Com’on!  This is no kid of teens!  Don’t you think a man of 30 that has served time in prison is acquainted with the ways of the world?  As why a logic person would ask why were his passengers gang affiliated?  Why was he seen leaving a house that was under surveillance?  And what was it being surveillance for?  Whose car was he was driving?  Because if the car belong to another, why didn’t he catch the bus to work?  And what’s up with the teardrop underneath the corner of his eye?  Why haven’t the name of his employer or his profession been released?  I mean a list of questions could go on and on about his arrest.  But . . .

What makes people feel justified in judging his mother?  Why do people feel she’s the reason for his poor decision making skills at 30 years old?  And what does the commenter mean by “these types of guys?”

A mother’s love is a mother’s love.  It was created before children were placed into wombs. It has no boundaries on how it will protect its young.  It sometimes goes without questioning and often makes mistakes in well doing.  Honestly, it throws out logic when caring for its young.  But nevertheless it is still a mother’s love.

Throwback Thursdays: Barbara Billingsley on Jive Talking

Well I learned something new today!  

I learned that most black people speak Jive.  This coded language that has unified American black people for decades is now called slang.  So far Jive remains unrecognized by most as a survival language that is mostly spoken among blacks.  The funny thing is Jive is a language that has been passed down from generation to generation despite educational successes within the black community.  Yet, society continues to equate this language with ignorance.  When in fact Jive is probably the first unity language created in America.  

Thou I try to remove the jargon from my vocabulary I must admit it makes me feel whole when I am with other blacks.  Honestly, knowing slang/Jive helps me to contact to a group or race of people who are rejected by society.  And perhaps that’s why so many young men and women from other races try to learn it.  

Maybe the young got it!  Maybe they realize Jive is a unity language that connects dislocated people.  I’m just sayin’ . . . maybe all young people feel dislocated in some fashion.  So to connect they speak slang.  Hum . . .           

 

The Prayer’s of Black Women: Restoring the Heart of America

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Photo Source: http://www.sodhead.com

Well, Lord, I have finally gotten up from the couch.  Mostly because your spirit has urged me to write a pray.

But, Lord, I feel torn about what I should pray.  There are so many life situations that need your help.  So, again, I feel torn about what I should pray about.  However the situation that seems to be heaviest on my heart is the spiritual and cancerous choice of Americans.

The choice to remove you from our country is drowning this wonderful nation in the pool of political correctness; thus, giving birth to spiritual chaos.

We have taken you out of everything!  We have taken you out of our governmental institutions, our business, our schools, our churches, our homes, our children, our families and our daily actions.  And because we have taken you out of everything we are now experiencing the following:  high unemployment, high divorce rates, high rate of children born out-of-wedlock, high rates of child exploitation’s, extreme amounts of mental illness, and people having disregards for life.

Sadly, Lord, as we the American people bicker over small things such as who should or should not get married.  Or should the NRA step in and help make stiffer laws for obtaining firearms!  Or if a black man is making good or bad choices up on Capitol Hill!  Lord, the country that I love is quickly falling into a perilous state.

Lord the catalyst for what is happening in America is our ease in removing you from our lives!  It’s not the black man up on Capitol Hill!  He’s just one man!  It’s not Joe marrying Johnny or Susan marring Sally!  And it’s certainly not mandating tougher gun laws!  It was removing you!

Lord, the American people need to hear from you!  We need to hear from the God that got this American party started.  We’re a young nation.  And we’re making our fair share of mistakes.  But, Lord, the biggest mistake we have made thus far was removing you!

I’m praying for my country.  I’m asking you for your mercy upon me and my country.  I’m asking you God to show us how to repair our relationship with you.  I’m asking you to forgive the arrogance of the American people.  I’m praying that you will do a historical roll call in their minds and in their hearts.  I’m asking Lord that they remember the blood that was shade for our freedoms; and how you fought along the men that were fighting for all to be freed men and women.  I’m asking you to remind them that our ancestors came here to freely worship you.  I’m asking you to remind them this country was born from a divine dream and supported and encouraged by spiritual God.

For George Santayana once wrote, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.”  And in Numbers 14:26-38 people perished and wondered in the wilderness because they had lost faith in you and your abilities to create a new land for a people of promise.  Lord, help the country that I love.  Heal the heart of this country because America is a land of promise and we are a people of promise.

Your Loving Daughter,
Annette

Vocabulary Mondays: Commonsensical

Photo Taken From:  http://thegrio.com/2014/05/02/second-grader-handcuffedWord:  Commonsensical

Part of Speech:  noun

Meaning:

Sound practical judgment that is independent of specialized knowledge, training, or the like; normal native intelligence.

Word Usage:

The other day as I was reading headlines on Facebook I stumbled across a very sad story.  The story was about a seven-year old boy named Kalyb Primm Wiley.  He had been placed in handcuffs by his schools security.  Apparently the little boy had been picked on by his peers.  Feed up with the ill-treatment and feeling helpless the little seven-year old boy began to scream.  After he began to scream the unskilled teacher called for help to restrain the yelling child.  From the sounds of things the adults in charged didn’t try or was unable to rationally communicate with the child during his meltdown; therefore, he was placed in handcuffs until his father arrived.

When his father got to the school and saw his son in handcuffs he could not believe his eyes.  Now . . . I’m not saying white students are not mistreated . . . but a large percentage of white parents would have taken pictures of their child’s inhumane condition.  Most white parents whether they like their kid or not would have begun building social coffins for social antics they consider inhumane.  The photos taken would have been sent to an attorney, the school district superintendent, their state’s governor, their state’s senator, their city/town mayor, every newspaper in this country and all powers that be.  And in the end their child would receive a large monetary settlement from the school district for being publicly humiliated.  But so often when black students suffer at the hands of those that are in position of trust nothing is ever done.

I’m following this particular story.  I want to see how long it takes the school district in Kansas City, MO to change their policy on children and handcuffs.  Especially since those that enforce the rules are not commonsensical in character.

 

 

 

Granny’s Wisdom: Do Not Wear Out Your Welcome

This is my second cousin, Felicia Hayes, and my grandmother, Queen Hayes.
This is my second cousin, Felicia Hayes, and my grandmother, Queen Hayes.

I wonder how many people have heard the phrase “do not wear out your welcome.”  Hum . . . I first heard the expression from my grandmother when I was young.

Back when I was once a kid, and a know-it-all, it seemed my late maternal grandmother would always say those words to my cousins, my siblings and me.  I’m not sure how my family members took her wisdom; but back when I was a child I thought my grandmother was old, uncaring, uneducated, mean-spirited, and truly out of touch with the mental and emotional needs of the young.  [chuckle]

I can remember as if it was yesterday sassing her for this or that.  But nothing stands out more than the time she would not let me go over to my cousin’s house as often as I wanted.   And, sadly, it was late into my adult years before I understood the meaning ‘do not wear out your welcome.’

As I’m looking back on things and reflecting upon how I dismissed her words of caution, I now understand why my life was filled with heartaches.

I hate to admit to myself but I deserved all the bumps I got from being hardheaded; and my self enlightenment really makes me feel foolish about things I had blame on others.

Well, any-who-how . . . It was by divine revelation I found the phrase in the Bible one day.  I was shocked!  It was amazing to read that God gives his children the same warning!

Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house– too much of you, and they will hate you. Proverbs 25:17

The message I get from this passage is:  don’t be so darn clingy!  Get a life!  Explore parts of your life without others.  Enjoy family when can.  And remember a bit of you goes a long ways.

I’m coming to terms with my granny’s wisdom.  My grandmother has passed but her words live on.  And each day that I live I think about her abrasive and unharness wisdom.  I’m learning she was indeed the smartest woman I will ever know and most of all she loved me.

HBO’s Documentary On A Single Mother Living Paycheck to Paycheck

Starts tonight!  I’m pulling for the single mom in this show.  I’m hoping she can turn things around as she continues to provided for children.  I don’t have HBO; therefore, I can’t watch it.  So, again, I wish this young woman all the best!  For those of you that do have HBO keep me posted.

Vocabulary Mondays – thug

Photo taken from:  http://www.columbia.edu
Photo taken from: http://www.columbia.edu

It seems the negative word thug is always used to misrepresent the entire African American, Negro, or black communities. Honestly, people who distort racial integrity by misguiding readers, viewers, and listeners are worse than those they are writing or talking about.  Such viewpoints are transparent as they are criminal acts of spreading hate.

As a humanitarian I find hate served on any platform detestable and a waste of time.  So, therefore, today my vocabulary word is “thug” because I object to the ignorance of those that use it improperly.  And it is such ignorance that keeps hate alive.  And in keeping hate alive it becomes an avenue for exploitation by discriminatory acts when negative words are used to describe others by race, age, disability, ethnic, religion, sex, sexual orientation, and etc. Despite the worlds gratifying social exposure of discovering people are people, a pocket of people continue hate cycles for the sake of personal gain.

Word:  thug

Part of Speech:  noun

Meaning(s):

  1. a cruel or vicious ruffian, robber, or murderer.
  2. (sometimes initial capital letter) one of a former group of professional robbers and murderers in India who strangled their victims.

Origin and History:

Last night I watched a History Channel special on the movie series Indiana Jones. The purpose of the show was to separate fact from fiction as it relates to the movie. While watching the show I was introduced to origin of the word “Thug”. When you think of a thug what image comes to mind? Is it a Black or Brown man? Is he iced out with diamonds and wearing baggy pants? Most people think of a thug as living in a poverty stricken urban area ( Ghetto) in the United states. The origin of the word “Thug” couldn’t be farther from its present meaning. The word Thug originates from an 800 year old cult called Thuggee in India. Thuggee were known for befriending travelers and killing them with the ultimate intention of robbing them. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, this cult is responsible for the death of 2 million unsuspecting travelers.

So the question arises, ” How did we get from Thuggee to thug?” The Indian Cult and its practices were popularized and introduced to main stream Western Culture through books such as Confessions of a Thug by Philip Meadows Taylor (1839). Thuggee was also popularized by British Culture as Great Britain Ruled India from 1858 to 1947. In a way it bothers me that such a negative word like thug is largely associated with Blacks when it should be associated with Indians. How is it that we get the bad rap when they’ve been “thuggin” for 800 years! If we’re going to play the name game then we need to call prostitutes Geisha Girls! If there are any words that you can think of that are unfairly associated with your or someone else’s culture, please feel free to comment.
Ya Basta,
Malcolm

Every Dog With Its Eyes Closed Ain’t Sleep

Photo taken from:  http://www.vijugi.com
Photo taken from: http://www.vijugi.com

As I lay in bed this morning I began to ponder over a stressful decision.  Sorrowfully my current circumstance keeps me in thought.

My focus was and is on the key-players that are taking advantage of a person I have come to love and respect.  I thought about my role, or the lack thereof, in all the confusion.  Did I take the high road?  Or did I take the easy road?  Whatever road I took it left a loved one in the midst of a pack of deceitful, vicious and greedy wolves.

  • Each is spiritually tearing apart this poor person.
  • Each has mentally and emotionally taken advantage of this person because of health challenges.
  • Each has set their attention to take the mountain from a person that never wanted to own the mountain.
  • Each has shown their truest color; and, once again, the problem has resurfaced in my life; and things are worse than before.

It’s funny how people will devour another if they think the possibility to get something for nothing has become available.  Furthermore, it’s hilariously sad to watch them destroy people they pretend are allies.  And, moreover, these people are so stupid that they don’t even realize their evil actions are as transparent as them.  They take everyone to be fools as they fail to realize “Every dog with its eyes closed ain’t sleep.”