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Continuing on with our series 30 Reasons I love being black. Here are reasons 6-10

6. George Washington Carver (That dude that made 400 products from the peanut and sweet potato). Carver is an example of an incredible mind. Not only do I love peanut butter but Carver introduced it to the United States. He also wasn’t limited to peanut butter. You have to have an extraordinary capacity for creativity to create an after dinner mint from sweet potato. On top of all that he helped to save the ruined agricultural economy of the South.

7. Negative means Positive. Have you ever wondered why “bad” means “good”? It is a carryover from slave days where the slaves who fought and rebelled against their oppression were characterized as “bad”. The other slaves on the plantation looked up to these slaves and heroes and therefore “good”. This inversion of language has carried over to where “sick” means great and “dope” means awesome.

8. The whoop! The whoop is one of the most distinguishing features of black preaching. Without the whoop! black folks say that your preaching is just teaching. It is the sing songy way that the message is given and an indicator of the level and depth of the emotion that the preacher is feeling. The whoop! lets the congregation know that you are committed to the message, you believe in the message, you are feelin it!

9. The Ring Shout. The ring shout is a carryover from West Africa. When the emotional temperature rises in a church setting and the people experience divine joy they have to express it in dance and vocal praise. The ring shout can be seen in not only Pentecostal but also many other black churches. When the congregation is committed to the message, believes in it, and starts feeling it then it’s time to dance!

10. The Wiz. Frank L. Baum’s Wizard of Oz is a great story but the Wiz took it to another level. Michael Jackson as the Scarecrow. Nipsey Russell as the Tin Man. Diana Ross as Dorothy. And Richard Pryor as the Wiz. Although the film was not received well by critics I loved the fact that it had an all black cast and gave the Wizard of OZ a gritty urban feel. Ease on down! Ease on down! The road!

If you love black culture and history then check out my new book “His Story Our Story for the Kindle or get the print edition as well. It’s a Christian devotional based on black history figures. It comes complete with questions, prayers, and a resource guide at the end.

C.S. Lewis wrote a book entitled “The Four Loves”. In the book he defines and critiques the four different loves experienced by all of us as humans and concludes that while the first three loves have their virtues they can also be distorted by our sinful natures (yes you do have one). He promotes and extols agape love as the highest and best form of love.

Eros, phileo, storge, and agape. I have experienced all of those loves in one woman: My wife Yvette

Eros
came easy. She is a brown skinned beauty with a smile that lights up my world like the stars in a clear desert sky. One look and I want to hold her and caress her. She draws me to her with the sparkle in her eyes and the curves of her hips.

Phileo
was what drew us together. Taking long walks in the neighborhood and talking about everything from musical tastes to how children should be raised. Watching Star Wars and cooking in the kitchen. We have faced life side by side as friends.

Storge
grew into our marriage as we became familiar with each other as family. We know each others different faults and flaws. The things that make us goofy and imperfect. We could not bear not to have the other person around.

But Agape is where love has grown the most. In the times where I have totally wrecked a conversation. Totally wrecked our day. Totally wrecked our marriage. She has given me a love that was not her own but love that came from God himself. It has awed and floored me how many times she has forgiven me and shown kindness not because of any merit of my own but because she loves me unconditionally. This is love that can promise to be with a person for a lifetime. This is love that can give something greater than chocolates and flowers and lingerie. It is a love that says I love you until the end of time and when time is done this type of love will swallow up all the others into eternity.

If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

So in the last post I wrote out the 30 reasons I love being black. In the next couple of weeks I am going to unpack each of the reasons and I hope that if you are black you begin to love and understand yourself and if you are not black I hope that you get a better understanding and perspective of black culture as well as a love of it.

1. Family Reunions. I loved going to Stewart (my grandmother Reola Jessie’s maiden name) family reunions in Arkansas. The food was amazing. Hangin out with all of my cousins and great aunts and uncles was amazing. And we even got to get a talent show and a fashion show thrown in for good measure. Black family reunions are a time to celebrate the bonds of love that kept hope alive when the absurdity of slavery and Jim Crow kept us apart. I think we need to put a greater emphasis on these things as a people in a time where materialism and busyness can keep us apart. I wish somebody would organize another family reunion. The only reason why I’m not putting myself out there is because if I organize it then it will be a disaster. LOL

2. Pouring out a little liquor. The ancient African practice of pouring out libations for the ancestors traveled to America. I first witnessed this sitting on my block and watchin the O.G.’s pour out some of their malt liquor for the “ones who ain’t here”. I thought this was strange but little did I know this is a tradition that goes all the way back to Africa. It is meant to honor the ones who have gone before us.

3. Soul Food. Ok. So some of it is leftover scraps that the slave master used to give us. But not all of it. Black eyed peas and okra are eaten in West Africa like no tomorrow. And fried chicken. Everybody loves fried chicken. I think most of soul food is unhealthy but it also testifies to the ways that we as a people take the scraps that life gives us and turn them into a meal. It shows our creativity and the way we add spice to life. As far as the health thing goes just modify some recipes and reduce some of the salt and fat. You can eat healthy and celebrate the culture.

4. Jazz and Blues. Jazz is the music that shows the African American way of improvisation. Keeping up with the rhythm of life but singing your own song. It is born out of the desire to keep your own unique swagger but to also stay connected and in community. Blues is the way that black folk dealt with the sorrow of life. It is a protest against life’s absurdity. Where other people would have committed suicide than deal with the atrocities of lynching and Jim Crow oppression. Black folk down South sang the blues.

5. Hip Hop. Take away government programs for music and the arts. Give us a bland disco radio playlist. Enlist some help from Caribbean DJs. And what do you get? Hip Hop. Hip Hop as a culture has been attacked for its promotion of violence, materialism and sexual immorality. But truth be told Hip Hop is the protest of youth who said even though we have been oppressed and forgotten we will make you listen. The swagger and truth-telling are reminiscent of jazz and blues. The stories and oral traditions are similar to that of the West African griot and the black preacher. I remember hearing “The Message” being played at a party next door to our apartment in Compton when I was 7. Ever since then I’ve been hooked and although I don’t write rhymes anymore hip hop is in my blood.

What do you like/not like about soul food? Jazz and blues? Family reunions? Hip Hop? Pouring out a little liquor? Are you familiar with any of these things?

While you are at it check out my new book “His Story Our Story for the Kindle or get the print edition as well. It’s a Christian devotional based on black history figures. It comes complete with questions, prayers, and a resource guide at the end.

Let’s keep celebrating Black History Month!

In celebration of Black History month, I thought it would be good to list out the reasons that I love being black. So much can be said for the problems of Black people that all we think about is the negative: slavery, Jim Crow, post civil rights oppression. Yes it is true that 25% of Black people today are disadvantaged and abandoned to poverty, drugs, and incarceration but there is another side to that story. In the midst of pain and disappointment black people have what many call “soul”. Soul is life. It is the will to live; the desire to live that sparks amazing creativity in the midst of the absurdity of life. Eric Wattree says that this soul “provides Black people with a unique grasp, empathy and insight into the human experience” . This “soul” is expressed in so many ways and I have listed out 30 and will unpack them in the next couple of weeks. Here they are..

30 Reasons I love being black

1. Family Reunions

2. Pouring out a little liquor

3. Soul Food

4. Jazz and Blues

5. Hip Hop

6. George Washington Carver (That dude that made 400 products from the peanut and sweet potato)

7. Negative means Positive

8. The whoop!

9. The Ring Shout

10. The Wiz

11. Soul Train Line

12. The weddings

13. The funerals

14. Chicken and waffles

15. Hair

16. Fashion and Style

17. Good Times

18. Spike Lee

19. Martin and Malcolm

20. Michael Jackson and Prince

21. Play Cousins

22. The Cosby Show

23. Dancin’

24. The Diva

25. The Harlem Renaissance

26. 1968 Olympics Black Power Salute

27. Dubois and Washington

28. Venus and Serena

29. Spoken Word

30. Ancestors and Roots

Can you think of any more reasons to love being black?

While you are at it check out my new book “His Story Our Story for the Kindle or get the print edition as well. It’s a Christian devotional based on black history figures. It comes complete with questions, prayers, and a resource guide at the end.

Let’s keep celebrating Black History Month!

It has been a very exciting journey to go from a random thought in my mind to actually pursuing writing an ebook called His Story, Our Story I am on a very steep learning curve and still am learning about marketing and all the business/technical aspects of writing. In the process of going from idea to reality and writing my first draft I have learned many lessons here are five of them:

All it takes is a page a day

Writing a book of any size can be daunting. I have always put it off because I was afraid I wouldn’t finish or I would end up writing until I was an AARP member. I intentionally started with a small ebook because of this challenge but I learned a secret. You can do a lot if you just write a page a day. If you write a page a day you can at least have 30 pages in a month, 90 pages in 3 months, and 180 pages in six months. On and on it goes until…Voila you have something to publish. Just start with one page a day and usually you actually write more than that. There’s something about that bare minimum that leave no room for failure and unlimited potential to write your heart out.

Write and then revise

Not only is one page a day doable but one crappy page a day is doable. I think these words should be posted on every author’s walls: Write and then revise. I got so much momentum going by just sitting in front of the computer and typing away. Some of it was horrible. Well guess what? Now in the editing stages what was considered horrible has now been revised into something readable.

Make this your life

You have to focus. This is where the rubber hits the road and separates the men from the boys and the dreamers from the doers. Throughout the time writing my first draft I was distracted by numerous things. Some of them good. Some of them not so good. All of them keeping me from my best. So here’s how I eliminated the distractions. I woke up not to go to work or to take care of all the other things that I had to do. I woke up to do what I wanted to do: write. I had my laptop set up so before I left the house I wrote. I made it my life.

Involve others in the early stages

The one thing that changed the game for me was letting people know what I was doing. Good old fashioned pride took care of the rest. It started with my wife. Then a couple of close friends. Then I let social media do its thing and then I had an obligation. Not only to myself but to the people who wanted to see me succeed. That’s some powerful motivation

Save your work

Here is the big lesson that I am learning now as I am putting the finishing touches on everything. While revising chapters I realized that some pages and paragraphs were missing. I was sure that I wrote them. What happened? I forgot to press save. Save your work is my next most important mantra. If I would have saved my work I wouldn’t have to go and remember what I actually wrote or come up with something new. Wasted time.

So those are my five lessons. What are some lessons you have learned in the writing process? Do you have any mantras or guidelines that keep you focused and creatively pursuing your art?

I have always wanted to be an author: Since the day I could open a book and read and probably before that I have always wanted to write a book. When I was in elementary school I would read the Last of the Mohicans, Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, The Three Musketeers and Oliver Twist. Then I would try my hand at writing stories. They never lasted more than two pages but I always wondered what if I could give people something more???

It’s a way to bless people: I have been blessed by books. My life has been changed by books. From the Autobiography of Malcolm X to the Renovation of the Heart by Dallas Willard I have found my life altered by the printed page and I’m hoping to do that for others

Books reach a wider audience: Everyone has the opportunity to influence those around them. I want to take it to the next level and influence those who are not around me. My dream is to influence people like Abel. The writer of Hebrews points out that although Abel is dead he still speaks. That’s what I want books to do for me.

Ebooks are shorter: I can definitely do an ebook. It’s a first step. It’s getting my feet wet and testing the waters in two areas: endurance and appeal. Endurance answers the question of “Do I have what it takes to write books?” Appeal answers the question of “Will people buy what I write?”

It combines two topics that are close to my heart: For a few years now I have been on a mission to dive into my African American identity and heritage in a substantial way. I have always loved our history and culture and I have sought to consciously reconcile it with faith in Christ in my everyday life. This book was birthed out of that idea.

All that being said it is a labor of love and I plan on publishing by the first of the year. Pray for me because now the fun is over. Time for editing and marketing and all that other stuff real artists don’t like to do :)

    “The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.”-Frederick Buechner
    Racing down 19 yesterday I found myself empty. Angry. Frustrated. Half dead. Running on fumes. Not only was I physically tired but I was exhausted in spirit. It’s the kind of thing that hits me every so often when I get slammed on all fronts: work, family, faith. I’m sure you’ve been there.
    So in the midst of searching for tracing paper in order to comply with PA laws for out of state registration (a long story) I was led into Michael’s Arts and Crafts store. At first I was focused. Deadset on finding the tracing paper that eluded me at 2 different office supply stores. Then it happened. I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by colors. By symmetry. By shading and lines. By ideas. By pictures and figures. It hit me with the force of a wave. A still small voice inviting me to create. And I accepted the invitation. And the pencils all cried out “Come alive!” And the markers all cried out “Come alive!” And all the paints cried out “Come alive!” The clay cried out “Come alive!” The beads and stickers all cried out “Come alive!”
    See when you find your “come alive” switch you won’t have to ask anyone whether you found it or not. You just know it. It’s the “deep calling to deep” (Psalm 42:7). So I left Michael’s with an insatiable desire to create. I have to create. I must create. Poems. Drawings. Songs. Books. This is my “come alive” switch. And although I ended up getting my registration done through AAA it doesn’t matter because I know going into Michael’s was all part of the plan ;)

One of my favorite movies is Castaway. Besides the great acting by Tom Hanks one of the reasons why I love it so much is the impossible situation he is faced with and how he managed to forge a life from the scarce resources that he could gather on the island. I am a big fan of shows like Survivor Manand Man vs. Wild (they need a female version of these shows just to balance things out. Women have to survive too. I’m just sayin) because they bring you back to the essentials you need to live-to survive.

One of my recent projects has been the altoid survival kit. It’s almost complete and will include:

20 iodine tablets
Magnesium fire starting stick and striker
Para Cord (wrap around tin)
Reflective tape (across top)
Ultra thin mirror (glue on inside bottom)
Ultra thin 20 millimeter AA liquid filled button compass
Anti diarrhea pills,
6 ibuprofen tablets
1 small packet of antibiotic ointment,
A small suture kit
A small wad duct tape neatly rolled over itself shiny side up
2 safety pins
2 feet aluminum foil into a tiny rectangle

But the most important thing I would take with me would be a copy of Romans 8. Why? Because I believe it is the greatest chapter in the Bible. It is poetic, inspirational, and theologically thick all at once. It is the gospel and the Christian life all compressed into one chapter. But the one thing that I believe is the shining quality of Romans 8 is it’s capacity to buoy hope.

Personally I have been in need of hope. After taking a paycut and experiencing a dark night of the soul brought on by a boatload of ministry stresses and failures it has been hard to see past the next day. Then I started memorizing and meditating on Romans 8 and things changed. I wasn’t even expecting them to and was only deciding to be faithful in digesting the Word. Grace can surprise us.

Let’s face it. Between the wars, natural disasters, racism, classism, divorce, poverty, and just plain old random bad days this life can be unrelentingly depressing and if you don’t have any hope you will be submerged in that depression. This world is desperately in need of hope and not just individualistic materialistic hope. No we need a hope that the birth pains we are experiencing will soon transition into cries of joy. That’s the kind of hope I would need on a deserted island and it is the ultimate hope for an entire planet stranded in a sea of despair

“Let’s fight for every breath and tell death to go to hell”-Che Guevara in The Motorcycle Diaries

This past Sunday I enjoyed my 34th Easter service (yes I said Easter for all of you purists out there) which means that I have not missed one Easter Sunday since I was born. I even went to church on Easter when I was an almost certified heathen (I mean I didn’t do any jail time but I was in the holding tank :) This Easter was the most unusual because it was the first time I celebrated it as a citizen of the Burgh. It was also unusual because I went to two churches that day. At one service I worshipped outside early in the Pittsburgh cold at 6:30 in the morning. The next service was in New Castle, PA at my mother in law Rose Chapman’s church Prevailing Word. This service gave me the highlight of the day as the kids sang along to Jay Z’s “Hard Knock Life (Ghetto Anthem)”. A very eventful Easter but even more eventful because of the season I am experiencing in my life. A dry season. A dark night of the soul. Whatever you want to call it…it hurts

It amounts to many things that I am uncertain of. Whether or not at critical junctures in my life I heard the voice of God or was it just me really wanting something so bad that I made it “the voice of God”. I often question what approach to ministry I should have and whether I should ever be in “full time”ministry (whatever that means) ever again. I question whether getting a PhD is right for me or whether I will be squandering the most productive years of my life.

During this season I have had to struggle with the grim reality that I have lived a life that is not perfect. Nobody expected it to be but I can’t help but compare myself to others who have more money, education, fame, and success. They seem to have done well with their imperfection while I live with the sad consequences of mine.

The biggest question that I have had to struggle with: Is this all worth it? Why do I keep going on? Why even wrestle with these questions? Why continue to hang on to a God who actually promises pain and suffering as the natural outcome of living a life devoted to him (Mark 8:34)

Why?

The quick answer: I am not worm food. After all I have been through in the short time I have been on this earth the resurrection is the only thing that makes sense. Not that I was there 2000 years ago. None of us were there. No one can prove it either way. I just know that I am not worm food. Life is too beautiful to end that ugly. I will rise again. That is the only reason I have right now to not throw in the towel and give up. It is the hope that lies within me (1 Peter 3:15). So I sing the Post Easter blues knowing my hope lies ahead and I still have to go through some thangs before I reach my goal. It’s a hard knock life.

This post is in honor of Martin Luther King Jr.

On this day April 4th, 1968 King was in Memphis supporting a sanitation worker’s strike. And this is what most of us don’t realize: that assassin’s bullet was intended for a radical. King’s dream was much bigger than holding hands and singing cumbayah. It was much bigger than being politically correct. It was much bigger than getting a three day weekend for everyone and a street named after him. It was a radical dream of justice.

How far have we come toward realizing King’s dream?

Racism

While society as a whole looks down on racism it has now turned into something that is hard to define much less accuse someone or an institution of. It is hard to believe that in 2012 we have incidents such as these:

Racist white teen girls

Obama Re-Nig

Pittsburgh Basketball and Banana Suits

Materialism

In the areas of materialism we have not made any important strides and have actually grown worse over the years.

Our priorities reflect this:

The richest 5% (United States, Europe, Japan) spend more globally on pet food, ice cream and perfume than basic social services like health care and basic education for all. Read more http://www.globalissues.org/issue/235/consumption-and-consumerism

Militarism

On that note, global military spending has reached a gargantuan 780 billion USD! Around the world we spend more on taking life than helping people live!

There has been significant progress in overcoming the triple threat to human flourishing-racism, materialism, and militarism-we still have a long way to go. While it would be nice to imagine what King would do if he were here I want to encourage anyone reading this to think about what they are doing to honor King’s vision right now. How are you living life so that every one lives under their own vine and fig tree (1 Kings 4:25)? Are you living so that nations

“shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war anymore;
(Micah 4:3 ESV)