opening night?

the best concert ever

The Fight against the Zombies!

I had a delightful conversation with a 6 year old about Zombies yesterday. I remember my own fascination with Zombies as a young person. I was a realist as a child, for the most part; but I did have a bit of a time looking into Zombies, when I discovered the Thriller video, a couple of years ago...

I was fascinated, just like my little friend and I was in my mid forties in age. Not anywhere near a child and you would think that I would have outgrown the Zombie stage, but I could really get into what Michael Jackson had captured in our imaginations of Zombies.

I think that there should be a Christian version of a zombie game and I think there should be a way that you could incorporate the way that we do spiritual battle, in a game that would help these children know how to keep from becoming the prey of such real spiritual darkness. I don't think we do enough to prepare our children for the battle for their own souls that they need to fight. We are talking about alot of grown people stuff, all the time and we forget to stoop to the level where the real fight for the future is...

think about it!

Thoughts From Hobbit ?

Jesus Changes us personally and culturally, when invited to participate in our processes. Lion of Judah! Savior and Ruler of all! When I look at Tolkien’s observations of our culture and our racial culture, which I call Eurocentric Christianity: it seems he has a maternal sense of the ailments of our time and perspectives. We missed this and that truth in scripture. We emphasize this truth to the complete ambiguity of all the other commands of God. where is the rounding of our infected perspective that will truly help us to progress.

He said we keep reaching lower and lower into the mire of muck to create new concepts in Christendom. We come up with freaks of scientific expressions of humanity that have very little resemblance to humanity in their behaviors. They have a warfare to fight and we if we would keep our souls in tact, must war against those creations of our own hands and wrestle them into compliance to Christ. This is true of the Sons of Ham as much as the Sons of Japheth. But we haven’t studied our pagan tendencies and our Christian consistencies. We seem to think in Ham that if we are children of the slaves our souls are “in Tact” {Young Gifted and Black). We must fight the good fight in our education as well as those for whom the bells toll{tongue in cheek}.

God lends mothers who are devoted and praying a discerning eye and ear and God lends to teachers who are discerning and praying a hand at living our culture and raising our culture to a greater level of conformity to Christ. It is not just about what we do in Church to worship God. It is about our labors whether they are wood, hay or stubble and whether our trust is truly in Christ or is it in our cultural perspective about Christ.

I love the Jonah Movie Veggietales, but I find the imbalance of our perspective expressed. Are all Blacks angels in the belly of the whale, singing our culture to Glory? I don’t think so. I think that God is trying us with one issue of our culture especially. If you cannot spend yourself as people have spent themselves for the sake of slavery on that issue of killing the unborn, perhaps you’ll not get a second chance for your soul or for your culture. IS there always a second chance? God give grace and mercy, but surely He has lines of demarkation that we mustn’t cross. When we stand and defend the killing of the unborns we are standing against Him.

“Those who hate Him love death” Give us Grace Dear Lord, to steer our society from the precipice of death and give us a guidance toward life. Amen

First Day of Sophomore year...conversations

I do hate having my conversation overshadowed by others with my children. It happens everyday. Nobody really listens to mom. So I am usually a fly on the wall as the menfolk pontificate about their considerations. I do love that part of my job.

This morning was no different, there was a topic placed on the table and the gentlemen yacked about it. Ezra said, what kind of fellow would you be, if you were saved as a child, to Enoch. I thought I knew what he was asking. I thought I could have rephrased the question for brevity's sake. They threw that out as unnecessary. The Charles Walker in them all, completely disregarded any invasion of female thought into the conversation and chewed, as if on a bone the question on the table.

I have learned to respect the consideration process of the Walker Family, even though the mother's contribution to the conversation is always completely disregarded as valid to the point. They chew, and banter back and forth with words and thoughts and no real answer, seems to come out of the conversation. Their whole conversation seems to say, "I respect you and your thought process, big brother. I hope you know that!" I love seeing how men tell eachother those kinds of things. I love how little brothers say I love you to their elder brothers, without kissing and hugging them. This was a morning of a verbal hug.

Ezra seemed to be saying I am filling my mind with your character to share where I am able, whether in writing or just as an example in a conversation. My treasure chest is filled with the present and now I am trying to put the pieces together that made you the man that you are. Would you give me a few more details? The details of who my brother is is important to me.

When I read EB White's family remembrances, it gave me a cultural expression of the spiritual battle and how important family is to the spiritual battle in every era. I hope you get to write your story of your family remembrances. It is a wonderful mantle to enjoy.

Small Mercies, Little Thrills!

What a great time we had going out to the computer store.  It was very interesting how you found a great youthful thrill in going up that incline in the car on Mooresville Rd.  It made me reminisce about my times in the car as a young person and how very rarely it was just mom and dad and me.  We had group thrills going up inclines with everybody bouncing around in their seats, minus the seat belts of today.  The wonderful thrill of watching my brothers' eyes dilate when we went under the trestle and the bounce when we hit a pothole on the way to Grandma's house or the subway to drop off dad to go to work.  I am so grateful that you let us into your excitement and sweet thrills of riding and computer stuff. It is not easy to share those kinds of things with "the parents".  I am glad that you do.

I will always remember the miraculous monitor that was at the end of that roller coaster ride to the computer shop.  I hope that you will too!

Semper Eadem!

always the same...

You are back from the far country of NY. Headed into the tunnel of Sophomore year in HS. It is amazing that each of the children that have followed me into that tunnel that I have watched have exhibited the same symptoms. Sophomoric thinking is a tunnel to traverse, but not a destination to inhabit. We must think sophomoricly to get to wisdom. Me, myself and I are the center of sophomoric thinking and they are where we think from. Our own selves is the center of our mind. What does this have to do with me? Where am I going to use this? Why do I have to do this? These are the questions of the sophomore and they must begin your investigation of life. You must investigate life and this must begin with questions, but the importance of categorizing questions into valid and invalid questions is an important quality that some scholastic endeavors might rob from you. I see this often. They say there are no stupid questions and there are no questions that are not worth asking. That is a lie! If you begin with the premise of there is no God, you have every possibility of entering a tunnel of unbelief that you might not live long enough to get back from. That stupid question of is God relevent is not only invalid, it is terminal to your body and to your soul. Don't let them feed you that stupidity. Keep the questions of your sophomorism and categorize them as you go on your quest for knowledge. Stay hungry and don't let people stifle your hunger for the knowledge and the part of the puzzle of Life that God has you on the earth to solve. Don't stay a sophomore! Go into the tunnel take out those diamonds and come out a better man and follow God who has never been a sophomore and is

Always the Same.