Another Washing of the Spears

Dear Texters (Mobil sapiens):

Not long ago the most annoying buzz word was email. All too often I would hear: email me, did you get my email and was often derisively asked, who doesn’t have an email address? So, bowing to immense pressure I got an  email address but that wasn't good enough for you was it. Now the buzz word is texting. It’s text me this, text me that and blah, blah, blah, didn't you get my text? I look on my phone minding my own business and see unsolicited texts waiting there for me. When I call someone on the phone they'll  helpfully suggest, “why don’t you just text me?” Others will sneer at me and say, “I rarely check my emails, try texting me and maybe next time you'll get a response.”   Well I don’t have to take this. After today, I am going to find my wood fiber paper, my quill pen and then sit at my desk and write you Texters a letter. Yes! Then I will have my servant lick the envelopes and fetch my signet ring so I can place my wax seal on the envelopes. Then by motor driven carriage, I will carry my letters to the post office. Once there I will instruct the postal clerk to mail these things by the slowest method possible. Then, hopefully via a slow boat to China you will receive my letters in six months or so. Yet, I know what you Texters really want. You want to continually text me to death. So if that is the way it is, I will fight back. I must fight back.

Call to Arms!!!!!

Neanderthals of the world unite! Never again shall we be driven out! Our fight now is not against oppression and tyranny; we must fight for our very right to survive. We will not give up without a fight. We will not go silently into the night as before. We declare that today is our Independence Day! My fellow low brows meet me tonight at Pride Rock. We will shout and whack our spears together. Then we will go out and do what we do best. We will hunt the evil Texters down. All of them must pay. Then we will gather together in victory to celebrate –a washing of the spears and a smashing of the smart phones.

Unity 911

I miss the America of 2001 just a few short days after September 11th. I miss the unified, proud and resolute Americans of that era. There was a groundswell of pride and the display of US flags everywhere, especially on all our homes. There was also a great love for our country in our hearts that was unmistakable. It was of course, in reaction to the horrors of the four planes that were deliberately crashed. Two were used to destroy the World Trade Center in New York City, our greatest city. The third plane was hurled against the Pentagon in our nation's capital and the fourth plane crashed in a field because it’s passengers fought back against their murderers. There were no survivors from the planes and a great loss of life on the ground at the World Trade Center and some inside the Pentagon. 

The United States of today resembles very little that unified America of 2001. Although it looks the same, our country just doesn't feel the same or sound the same and there is a sad feeling of estrangement among us that is unmistakable.  Yet I still believe that American pride and unity lives on inside of us and yearns to show itself again. Don’t give up America! Going forward we have to be better and do better as a nation. I'll be posting some more images from that proud and unified America of 2001 as I locate them. I'll also keep praying for us to come back together again as we were meant to be. Check this song out for some inspiration and my favorite older version of Day by Day.                                                     

Sweet or Sour Sauce

Today's recipe for a great day. You're in control over how much love or how much bile you dish out. Others are in control of what they dish out but that's on them. By pouring out love you can have a much better day for yourself and those around you will too.

Have a Merry Christmas

Merry? Now there’s a word that never gets used much except during Christmas time. The word "merry" means to be happy and something more.  Have you ever said merry in a sentence like; “I had a merry date,” or “it’s very merry to see you again," not very likely. I don’t even think that my own wedding was merry. Sure I was very happy and even euphoric, but I don't think that the word "merry" describes how I felt.  It’s also true that "merry" can be used to describe some negative things like drunken revelry. For instance, you can say, “A group of merry drunks broke into a merry tune, then merrily went on their way to find another bar.”   But at Christmas time, saying Merry Christmas to someone is about wishing them love and great joy and fellowship on the special day that celebrates the birth of  Jesus Christ. I only wish that the sentiments that go along with Christmas such as "Peace on Earth and Goodwill to All Men" were much truer and more evident then they appear to be on Earth.

The Lord—he is God!

I had to call down fire from heaven after these last few days -in response to a satanic onslaught against me. I tried everything: forgiveness, humility, accepting blame and painful honesty but I couldn’t drive my demons off who were once again aiming to torment me with my past sins and misery.  I realized that I had to do as Elijah did when he was outnumbered by four hundred and fifty prophets of Baal. 

I got up the nerve to pray something bold like, “Lord Jesus show these tricksters (my tormenting demons) that you are God!”  Right then I felt their oppression lift off from me and I knew that God had given me another victory.

This is an example of knowing whom to ask, what to ask for and why. I love this passage about the God whom I serve that's found in 1 Kings 18:38-39 “Then the fire of the Lord fell and burned up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and also licked up the water in the trench.  When all the people saw this, they fell prostrate and cried, “The Lord—he is God! The Lord—he is God!”

Love Music (Season One Episode 1.)

Love Music

There is not one song on this Love Music playlist that doesn’t include me on it. Picture me if you will as the lead singer for each group; wearing some fine funky threads, singing pretty and moving fluidly to the music in step on time and in the groove. (I also do background singing and choreograph all of the dance routines).

La La Means I love you – The Delfonics

Break your promise –The Delfonics

Baby, I’m for real –The Originals

The Bells –The Originals

You’ll never get to heaven –The Stylistics

You make me feel brand new –The Stylistics

Break up to make up –The Stylistics

Always together –The Dells

I can sing a rainbow –The Dells

Rainy night in Georgia –Brook Benton

Going in Circles –The Friends of Distinction

One less bell to answer –The Fifth Dimension

Hey there lonely girl – Eddie Holman

Let’s stay together –Al Green

Ooh Baby Baby-The Five Stairsteps

This music was the sound track I was listening to (1968-1974) while going through some good breaks and occasional heart breaks from love.

"To my future wife, with Love!"

Joseph age 15 years.

Untitled poem

 

Woe is me what dark pit have I entered
how do I escape does not my soul have wing to fly? 

Must I howl like a coal black wolf till eternity what dark sin is mine?
My companions are dark things that do not answer me.

Author: Lea Sampson-Hammond 8/3/09