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Saturday, May 13, 2017

I'm Getting Old

So, I am getting old.  And, the scary thing is that I am not afraid of the process. I am enjoying it.  I like my socks long. I like referring to people as young man or young lady. And, I really do need for people to stop throwing their balls in my yard.  OK. The last one is not true.  But, it seemed to fit. 

Last week I was sharing dinner with a wonderful family that we have recently become acquainted with.  And, in the midst of enjoying the sushi, a brilliant conversation was born.  The young people were intellectually astute, thoughtful, and passionate about their points. And, because I am old, I sat back and just listened.  I did not offer much to the conversation. I didn't try to pound my point across. I didn't try to prove one point right or wrong. I just listened.  And, then I started to think.

Last night, I went to see a play with my church family.  And, in the midst of doing all the things that old people do at 3 hour musical presentations ( I'm sleepy. I need to go to the restroom. Ma'am, please ask your child to get off of my neck.) I heard something.  And, I let that something soak into my consciousness until it found it's way to, and mixed itself with the ruminations that were being birthed from last week's conversation.  And, now I have something I need to say that is going to upset some and prove to others that I am getting old.

If you are the parent of an underrepresented, impoverished, or just minority child, you cannot complain about the system, man, society, or racism that is trying to keep you separated from the life you want to enjoy until you start demanding certain things from yourself and your children. 

Friends, we must demand that our children get educated. If your child is poor, you must make that child value education. If your child is a member of a minority group of any kind, you MUST force your child to be educated.  You have to teach your child to recite her ABCs before you teach her to twerk. Stop criticizing children for talking "white" just because their subjects and verbs agree. There is nothing wrong with our children being SMART.  Here is the truth. Your child is not going to be a professional athlete. Make him learn how to read and navigate the educational system. The chances of your child becoming a finance broker are greater than him becoming a country western singer, rapper, or opera singer.  And, most finance brokers make more money than any of those people. 

Here is the truth.  This is not me saying every child has to go to college.  But, even if your child does not want to go to college, that is not an excuse for them to not do well in school.  MAKE them graduate from high school.  That is the best way to get them into UTI, where they can learn to be a mechanic and make almost 6 figures repairing cars.  That will get them into welding school.  Welders make $50 an hour.  That will get them to plumbing school. Have you paid a plumber, lately?  College is not for all of us. But, all of us have a passion, and can be sustained by that passion.  Just stop allowing our children to be uneducated. 

Here is the truth.  There are evil, hate-filled, pilgarlics who will still work to keep your child from being successful.  An education,however, makes that harder for them to do that.  You are correct. A education will not do away with the institutionalized racism; the existence of which many ignorant people deny.  But, it will give our children a better chance of navigating those same racially slanted institutions.  Just give our children a chance. Force them to be educated. Make education our children's new cultural collateral.  You don't have to know how to read to force teachers to educate our children.  You don't have to know how to do the work to demand that your children do their own homework. 

Here is the truth. I am old. I have seen too many of my children miss out on life because they were uneducated, under-educated, or mis-educated.  Shoes will not make our children successful. Clothes cannot cover or conceal callowness.  We cannot do away with racism. But, we do have the power to make the pallet upon which people would seek to paint racism less palatable. 

I love you. You don't have to like me.  I just want to force you to think.


Thursday, September 29, 2016

Couldn't They Have Chosen a Better Way To Do It?


I had a friend ask me this question in response to the young men who chose and who continue to choose to kneel as a silent (maybe not so silent) protest against the recent violence in our (already) Great country.  I was even Facebook accosted by someone who read that I had advised a young man who was considering doing the same thing.  Needless to say, I have been internally fuming and feverishly searching for the time and space to respond to these "situations"  And, since my dogs decided to act like newborn babies, and forced me out of my bed at 2:30 a.m., I now have the time and space to do so.
I am always intrigued by the suggestion that one “find better ways of protesting.” It is as if we are saying, your protest is making me uncomfortable and uneasy. I don’t like the way you are doing it.  We cannot forget that protesting within itself is an expression of disapproval of an action or idea, and inherently places those who are the proponents of that idea or the doers of that action in a defensive posture. In other words, “a protest is always going to piss someone off."  Furthermore, it has occurred to me that those of us not adversely touched by the idea or act are generally the ones calling for those who are being crushed under the weight of that same idea to "wait, slow down, not act, or find another way."  If I saw you drowning, I would not stand on the shore and ask you to be patient with the water. I promise that I would try to save you.  Or, at the very least, I would allow you to fight for your life without the pressure of having to worry about whether or not I approved of how you were doing it. I might even deal with the fact that I might get a little wet from all of the splashing you might do; and not attack you for that either. But, again, that’s just because I would want you to survive.   

So, let's take a look at this protest in particular. These young men, instead of standing for the national anthem, kneeled down and prayed for our country. (I'm just repeating what was reported.) So, are we objecting to the act of praying, the time of their prayer, the fact that they kneeled down (which itself is an act derived from the bible and was used to show reverence), or that they did it in such a way so as to bring "disgrace" and "dishonor" to our flag, country, servicemen or whatever people place in this space? It cannot be that we object to the prayer. We all got riled up when they said we could not pray before games, in schools, or around other public events. Well, not riled up enough to protest until they reversed that decision. But, that is another story. The kneeling within itself is not offensive to most. We are a nation under God. And, even though no one protests the fact that we don’t recite the pledge anymore (that darn God word keeps getting in the way), we still claim to be that nation under that one God.  With that in mind, kneeling is a Godly act. As my kids used to say when they wanted to prove the “rightness” of saying hell, “It’s in the bible.”  The word proskynein alone occurs fifty-nine times in the New Testament.  And I have never heard anyone complain about the act on its own. Kneeling is not the issue.  So we are left with the fact that the act is "disgraceful" (I am borrowing that word from someone you may or may not know) and disrespects our country and those who died for us to have the freedoms we enjoy.  Let me see if I understand this intellectual conundrum. 

The funders of this already GREAT country created a constitution.  As schoolchildren learn in their civics classes, the first ten amendments to the Constitution were added at the insistence of the Anti-Federalists who believed an enumeration of protected individual freedoms was necessary to ensure the government did not transgress on natural rights always retained by the people. And, the very first thing they wanted to protect was our freedom to express ourselves.  Maybe they thought it was important.  It was so important that our First Amendment to the United States Constitution prohibits the making of any law respecting an establishment of religion, impeding the free exercise of religion, abridging the freedom of speech, infringing on the freedom of the press, interfering with the right to peaceably assemble or prohibiting the petitioning for a governmental redress of grievances.  And, we have young men and women who serve and die to protect this right. But, our argument is that exercising that right disrespects the people who gave us the right.  That argument lacks so much that I refuse to even engage in the act of discussing it any further.  If you do not see the fallacy in it, you are either unable to or unwilling to. Neither of these issues will be affected by any amount of logic or argument on my part. 

Alas, I am left with one possibility. When those young men kneeled, they were not attacking any one. They were trying to say something.  They were trying to say something that others had tried to express through violence, and the message was consumed by the clamor of chaos and confusion.  They were trying to say something that others tried to express through politicians and policy, and the message was pinned down by pundits of the opponents, policies and the powers that be.  These young men were trying to share a message. And, in the moments when people were regarding and remembering what our (already) GREAT country stands for, they peacefully knelt and prayed their quiet message into the minds of the masses.  Finally, in that moment, what was deep inside of them was allowed to float to the surface and be seen and recognized for what it was. And their quiet act, at that same time, allowed what was deep inside the hearts of others to float to the surface and be seen and recognized for what it was as well. 

So could they have chosen a different way? I am sure they could have. But, who are we to judge how drowning people survive that process?   I love you each.


Jesse

Monday, March 21, 2016

I Understand Why We Need Black Churches; Even though I don't pastor one.



I pastor a multicultural church. And, I love it.  I love my church family. I love my church. But, this week, I came home to be with my family, and I had a revelation.  
My niece said on yesterday that she was never going to a “black church.”  When she said it I was taken back. I was shocked. I was hurt that she would judge her church experience solely on the color of the participants.  But, I didn’t really have time to deal with it. I was on my way to church. And, I was running late.  As I sat there experiencing the worship, it came to me.  I was reminded why we must have Black churches. I was reminded why I need Black church.  Church has been a powerful and important part in the lives of Black people in this country ever since the institution was “allowed” to exist on plantations.  The church was the one place that slaves could be truly free from “the gaze.”  The gaze is a term popularized by psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan.  It refers to the anxious state that comes with the awareness that one can be viewed. The psychological effect is that the subject loses a degree of autonomy upon realizing that he or she is a visible object. This was a constant state for the slave. Someone was always watching.  Someone was always looking. They were constantly under the gaze of someone. But, then there was Sunday. They were still slaves, but for that time in church they were not watched. They were not gazed upon. They were free. Sure, they were still slaves. But for that time in church they could be as loud as they wanted. They could sing of the life that they wanted. They could dance and shout and do whatever they wanted. And, no one criticized. No one judged them. They did not have to defend their cries or their songs or their anything. It was church. And, it was a gaze free zone.  So, we run though the 60s and 70s when again the church was a place that Black people used the gaze-free zone of the church to be free. They organized political movements, free from the gaze of the “other.”  And it was still a safe place for Black people to express the anguish and repressed anger that they could not let out in their homes, or on their jobs. 
So, as I sat there experiencing worship, it was clear to me why the Black church was so important to Black people.  It is a gaze-free zone. It’s safe to confess that you believe in something you cannot see. It is a safe place to cry and shout.  In the Black church, you can boldly proclaim that Black lives matter, without worrying that you have to explain it to your White friends.  You can respond to the call, and not have to explain why you just said “all the time,” when the pastor said, “God is good.”   You don’t have to have a reason to cry. No one is judging your grammar, or your life, or anything else.  You don’t have to defend your beliefs to your agnostic friends. You don’t have to justify your beliefs to your non-believing friends.  The only stank eye you get is from the lady who thinks your skirt is too short, or your white is not “winter white.”  So, why the Black church; because sometimes you need to be free of the gaze.  Why the Black church? Because sometimes you just need to be. 
This is just a quick note. I did not spend a lot of time composing it. These are just my thoughts. This does not mean I am racist, Jordan. And, the truth is that if you live a constant gaze-free experience, you may not understand this post. And, I am ok with that. And, I still love you.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Where did the King James Bible Come From?



The King James Bible


The commissioning of the King James Bible took place in 1604. However, very few people know the true story behind the creation of this Bible translation.

In 1604 England, the country was shocked by the death of Queen Elizabeth. Scotland's James VI succeeded her, thus becoming James I of England. Because James had been raised under Presbyterian influences, the Puritans had reason to expect that James would push for their reformation efforts.  They were gravely mistaken.

James was acquainted with many of their kind in Scotland, and he did not like them.   Because the Puritans were powerful, and James wanted unity and stability in the church and state, he had to listen to them.  There were 2 powerful groups struggling for power.  There were the Papists who longed for the English church to return to the Roman fold. And, the Puritans, who insisted that England's Reformation did not go far enough, because it still retained too many Catholic elements. Then there was Parliament -- eager to expand its power beyond the role it had at the time. There was a significant Puritan influence and representation in the Parliament.

James received word of his cousin Elizabeth's death and his appointment to the throne, and on April 5, he began his journey from Edinburgh to London for his coronation.  A delegation of Puritans presented James a petition that outlined their grievances and the reforms they desired. The document was known as the Millenary Petition. This petition was the catalyst for the Hampton Court Conference. However, the Millenary Petition contains no mention at all of a new Bible translation.
James took the petition seriously enough to call for a conference. The participants in the conference were the king, his Privy Council of advisors, nine bishops and deans and, four moderate representatives of the Puritan cause, the most prominent being Dr. John Reynolds, head of Corpus Christi College.

On the second day, the four Puritans were allowed to join the meeting. John Reynolds took the lead on their behalf and raised the question of church government. However, any chance of his being heard was lost by one unintended reference.

Reynolds posed his question this way: "Why shouldn't the bishops govern jointly with a presbyterie of their brethren, the pastors and ministers of the Church."

The word presbyterie was like waving a red flag before a bull. The king exploded in reply: "If you aim at a Scots Presbyterie, it agreeth as well with monarchy as God and the devil! Then Jack, and Tom, and Will, and Dick shall meet and censure me and my council." He then uttered what can be considered his defining motto and summary: "No bishop, no King!"

While Reynolds' unfortunate use of the term presbyterie damaged the Puritan case, he does get credit for proposing the most significant achievement of the conference. Reynolds "moved his majesty that there might be a new translation of the Bible, because those which were allowed in the reign of King Henry VIII and King Edward VI were corrupt and not answerable to the truth of the original." James warmed to a new translation because he despised the then popular Geneva Bible. He was bothered more by its sometimes borderline revolutionary marginal notes than by the actual quality of the translation.

So James ordered a new translation. It was to be accurate and true to the originals. He appointed fifty of the nation's finest language scholars and approved rules for carefully checking the results.
James also wanted a popular translation. He insisted that the translation use old familiar terms and names and be readable in the idiom of the day.

It was made clear that James wanted no biased notes affixed to the translation, as in the Geneva Bible. Rule #6 stated: "No Marginal Notes at all to be affixed, but only for the explanation of the Hebrew or Greek Words." Also, James was looking for a single translation that the whole nation could rely on "To be read in the whole Church," as he phrased it.

He decreed that special pains be "taken for an uniform translation, which should be done by the best learned men in both Universities, then reviewed by the Bishops, presented to the Privy Council, lastly ratified by the Royal authority...."

The final product was the first bible translation intended primarily for public and popular consumption. It was to be read orally -- intended more to be heard in public than to be read in private.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

After A Conversation With a Friend and My Mother

My mother was a civil rights activist. She marched with Dr. King. She marched with Abernathy. She marched with people who never even made "the list". She was a freedom walker (the lesser known cousin of the freedom riders).  She was a nonconformist. She was a fighter. 

She was arrested for her defiance. She was disowned for her defiance.  She stood up and was beaten for those who could not stand for themselves.  She bore the fullness of Bull Connor's batons, dogs, and hoses. And, for years after her civil rights marching was over, her fighting continued.  In fact, she lived out the rest of her life with the scars from the physical beatings on her body and the scars from the "experience" on her spirit.

And, all the time she was marching and fighting for civil rights, there where throngs of people (Black people and White people) who sat in the safety of their homes and refused to do anything. There were even more of them who, from the comfort of their couches and recliners, criticized her and those like her for what they did. What my mother, and the people like her, did was not popular. They stood up against the police force. They stood up against an established and empowered ideal.  They stood up against the government and the "laws of the land". They broke the law. Do not allow people to lie to you. Not all Black people marched for civil rights, and not all White people opposed it.  It was not a "kumbaya" experience. Yet, and still, there were those who were brave enough to do it.

Now, over fifty years later, the children and grandchildren of those same people who took issue with what my mother stood for, reap the benefits of her jailing, beatings, and suffering.  Those same people who refused to do anything, now live in a better America because "those people" stood up for what they thought was right. Some of you reading this blog have had opportunities that you would otherwise not have been afforded because of those "thugs and criminals" who marched through the streets of Selma, Birmingham, Jackson, Chicago, Watts, Nashville, and a sundry of other American cities.

My mother told me this. My mother talked about this to me. And, in all of her discussion, I never once heard her say anything negative about the people who did not march. She never attacked those who exercised their right to not march. She only said that if there were not people like her; people who were willing to stand up for what was right, regardless, the America that we know would not exist.

I said all of that, to say this.  Mike Brown was not the perfect poster child for a movement. He was not selected the way Rosa Parks was. He was not planted and prepared prior to his engagement with the police officer. There was no church meeting to "set it up."  However, he was a living young man. And, his death highlighted something that many people know to be true. Mike Brown may or may not have had his hands up. But he was unarmed. And, his death highlighted something that many people know to be true. Mike Brown struck a police officer inside of his vehicle. He was not acting the way I would advise my young men to act. But he was moving away from the officer when he was shot. And, his death highlighted something that many people know to be true. Mike Brown was a thief who assaulted an officer. However, Chris Lollie was just picking up his children, Tamir Rice was playing in the park, and Eric Gardner was just trying to breathe. Consequently, Mike Brown's death highlighted something that many people know to be true. "Jesse, if there were not people like me; people who were willing to stand up for what was right, regardless, the America that we know ...[will no longer] exist."

I am standing up for right. And, even if you choose to shoot, I wont stand down.   I love you each.

Be well. 

Thursday, October 30, 2014

My Mother's Services

Thank you each for your care and concern for my family.  I figured I would post this information here so as to not have a lot of posts on Facebook.  I cannot explain it. But, there is something in me that just doesn't like posting certain things in that forum.  This is not an attempt on my part not to communicate with you personally.  Feel free to call my cell phone, if you want to contact me. I just needed a place to answer some general questions en-mass. Feel free to post comments and questions here.  I will update this as we finalize plans.

Memorial Service
Place:   First Memorial Baptist Church
              3012 15th Avenue North
              Birmingham, Alabama  35234
              205.324.78795
Date:   Tuesday November 4th, 2014
Time:   12:00


Repass:
Place:   Henderson Event Center
             103 Bessemer Super Hwy
             Midfield, AL 35064
Date:    Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Time:    2 p.m.

Family Visitation
Place:       New Hope Baptist Church, Robinwood
                 119 6th Street, Robinwood
                 Tarrant, Alabama  35217

Date:       Sunday, November 2, 2014
Time:      3 p.m. - 4 p.m.


Public Visitation (Monday, November 3, 2014)
Eastside Funeral Home
5523 1st Avenue North
Birmingham, Alabama 35212-2405
Phone:   205.592.2233




Cards and Well Wishes may be mailed to:

In Memory of  Wavelyn Y. Hartley
#4 11th Court West
Birmingham Alabama 35204