Dr. Hannah Thuku Kolehmainen Image retrieved from: https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=295086&picture=bloody-cloud “They cut off John’s head.” Bart is the deliverer of this horrendous news and he can hardly breath, let alone speak. He is horrified, shocked. There’s no gentle way to drop a hand-grenade. He stumbles out onto the street and leaves a stunned Joshua. It is a senseless killing while in …
My heart goes out to the teenage store clerk who called the cops. It’s not on you. Don’t beat yourself up, kid. We don’t know your name, But you’re alive and well in our hearts. You did the right thing. Tell yourself that a million times. We’re behind you. Do it again next time you need …
Image of George Floyd and his mother. She would never dreamed, As she crept up to his crib, As every mama does, To make sure he was breathing. She would never have dreamed, On media live-streamed, That his dying call would be to her, Though long departed. She would never have dreamed, On media …
I was confused, by asphalt bruised, As his life oozed, his pleas refused. Now my police bow a knee, My first response says “I disagree – That very posture took a life.” Yet now it somehow calms the strife A soothing balm for grieving souls, Instead of heaping burning coals. I start to perceive a …
I beseech you, As a mother of two black men. I want them to live to run in the street, to play a mean guitar stanza and hold a crazy karate stance. To do whatever they were made to do without worrying if they will come home to live some more. They are my …
Here’s my current understanding of the dream in the previous post: I live in the country, so my house being in a subdivision is an oddity. Look for those in dreams. Consider proximity as a concept, given the current times. The house on the right is marked by panic and furtive, unsuccessful attempts at self-protection. …
I’ve been walking on a mystifying path the last couple of years. As a teen, I read a book called Your Dreams, God’s Forgotten Gift. It made the claim that God is a communicating God. He consistently spoke to men of old via dreams. Why wouldn’t He continue to do that today? I’m further entranced by …
“The Lord said, “What have you done? Listen! Your brother’s blood cries out to me from the ground.” (Genesis 4:10) Injustice, great or small, calls out. Cries out. He cannot help but hear. He cannot help but answer. From the first murder to the latest, The little white lie, our “smallest” infraction. Tsâ’aq – …
Ponder this: In the heavenlies, in many ways There is no long or short duration of time. There is no large or small amount. There is no great or small offense. There is no big or small act of virtue. All are equal. That is why twenty years ago is as yesterday. A mite is …