"Fact: we as a society are slowly, but assuredly losing our God-given compassion. We are rarely ‘us.’ Rather, we see ‘them.’"
So, there’s an illustration that people often use. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard it before. It’s referred to as the “Boiling Frog Fable.” The story basically goes like this: a frog is placed in a pot of cool water. In time, the pot of water is eventually heated to boil. However, because the boiling process isn’t instant, and the frog is by nature able to adapt to very harsh climates, the boil is told to go unnoticed. And as a result, the frog is alleged to willingly remain in the water, and without knowing, eventually die amidst the boiling.
"However, while the point is true, you mustn’t forget that there’s a reason why they call grown-folks business, “GROWN-FOLKS BUSINESS.” It’s because this is the business that must be addressed and discussed by adults."
I may be alone with this one and if so, I’ll take it; however, I seriously doubt that I am…
Full disclosure: I am 38 years old.
That means I’ve been on the Earth longer than the earliest iPhone and even (brace yourself millennials) longer than the whole internet. I am 2 years shy of 40. That’s right, 40!! Right now, there are people that I really don’t think should call me “sir,” that really do call me “sir” (to my face)! And please don’t get me started on this grey hair.
"At some point, we’re going to have to take a look in the mirror, dig deep, and begin to ask ourselves the hard questions. Questions that will (and should) begin to expose what prayerfully, the real problem could be."
I’ve heard it said that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. If that’s true (and I’m assured that it is), then I pray you’d allow this next statement to serve as the sugar.
Fact: it takes great courage and a very resilient spirit to keep trying a thing over and over again. To look at a task and make a convicted decision that, in spite of a number of failed attempts, you refuse to give up or accept defeat. J.K. Rowling had a manuscript rejected dozens of times until it was finally accepted by a London publisher. The title you ask? Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone.
"Am I willing to risk all that I have for this message? Would I be willing to stand alone for this message? Or, would I even be willing to lose my life for it?"
*The photograph above is of the late Fred Hampton.
I woke up this morning, in a deep pondering about what exactly this blog’s purpose should be. This thought led to prayer, and this prayer led to this.
So, why haven’t I been on?
Good people. First and foremost, I want to say thanks to everyone who takes the time to read my blog posts. Especially to those of you who have been consistent and day-1 supporters of this thing of ours. I take your support very seriously. Granted, I know we aren’t at “Google” status with this; however, support at any level must be treasured and I want you to know that your support is valued immensely.
“Lord, if there is any reason why I shouldn’t have this conversation, I pray you’ll make it clear. And if I should, I pray you’ll guide my mouth."
So, I’ve been thinking (uh oh) on a subject that I’m not quite sure I’m fully convinced of. In other words, even as of this writing, I’m not 100% sure of exactly where I stand on this issue. However, I’m confident that as I progress further in this writing, I’ll work things out via my prayerfully guided and Spirit-led, typed expression (just a complex way of saying, “Jesus, take the wheel”).
So, with that all of that great pressure on my back, let’s get started.
Sure, there are Christians who avoid and despise gossip, but there’s a reason why the Bible addresses the topic.
Pookie infamously said, “it be callin' me, man... I just got to go to it!” (PSA: if you’re a reader of this blog and you don’t know who ‘Pookie’ is, don’t worry about it.) Now, when he made this statement, he was referring to crack cocaine. However, I believe that there are many that would make the same statement about something non-narcotic, but just as addictive.
"I believe one of the many factors that ignites a bout with mental illness in the latter years in life, is one’s inability, ignorance, or outright refusal to properly process pain and grief."
So, on the date of this writing I received a call from a very wonderful soul. She was in a state of mourning because the date of her dialing me, was the birthday of her dearly departed.
“I’m trying hard, but I keep falling and after a while, I’m going to start feeling like my worship is worthless.”
Loosely based on a true story.
So, I was talking to a real good friend of mine, and he was sharing with me some of his struggles with sin. As he shared, I remembered being proud of him for his willingness to admit his error. I was honored that he entrusted me with his failings and I was in awe of his maturity and willingness of transparency.
"Your new best friend or the person who could be the answer to your biggest problem could be in that room. HOWEVER, your fears are keeping you silent. Or worse, they’re keeping you AWAY from a blessing."'
So, today I’m beginning to own my own case of social awkwardness.
Now, don’t go too far, I’m not crippled by crowds. After all, I can hold it together in a social setting. However, if I’m being all the way honest, I’ll admit that I’m definitely not a fan of the unknown social settings, nor do I enjoy venues that require you to meet and engage people that you don’t know.
Kevin D. Jones, Sr.
I'm just an imperfect guy, serving a Perfect God, and doing my best to share Him with everyone I can.