The White Child Solider

For too long, ‘Black Children’s’ lives have been expendable. In Africa, ‘Black Boys’ are forced into child labor, kidnapped, raped…and are now soldiers…to fight a war against each other. Be it to reap gold, diamonds, or cobalt for batteries, its blood money. Wealth and riches…reaped from the veins of a ‘Black Child.’

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‘Dis likkle ‘Black Boy,’ he’s about 10 and always dark skinned…forced down a well-traveled dirt road…that doesn’t lead to a school. No books, lunch or a knapsack just a gun strapped across his bare shoulders or a tool in his hands…on his way to work.  His football shirt is torn, no longer fits, just like his short dirty brown pants that now look like shorts…that’s all the soldiers have given him, besides bullets and bread.

In America, ‘A Child Solider’ is camouflaged as a ‘Child.’

He is ‘White.’

He can be seen riding his bike, playing at the park without fear…not like Tamir Rice…‘Government Soldiers’ executed him because he fit the description of ‘A Black Child Solider’‘A Black Child’ fears what he will never have…life…adulthood. The Bible calls it ‘terror by day. ’A gun has more rights. The gun is protected by the government…the backbone of the NRA. The gun is allowed in public spaces…even as a concealed as a weapon…but no black skin, no shirt, no shoes, no service.

The ‘Camouflaged Solider’ has privilege…he can chill…with his friends anywhere …the ‘Government Soldiers’ don’t profile their-own. But, a ‘Black Kid’ in a hoodie coming home from the store…with no weapon…he’s a danger. All the while, the ‘Camouflaged Solider’ is at target practice ‘standing his ground.’ His gun is a rite of passage. One day…he will be a ‘Good Old Boy.’  He is everywhere. Sometimes he’s wearing a ball cap, jeans and t-shirt. His privilege allows him to blend in…‘Laud, if h’im did black.’

Agenda: fear melanin skin – they are all terrorist. ‘Hold’on’, what about the KKK, the NRA, the Vegas shooter, the kid from Florida, white guy’s shooting up the churches, then the ‘Government Soldiers’ take him to Burger King. ‘What is dat?’ These are the most dangerous of them all…disguised in pressed ‘Government Suits,’  no different than them khaki loving white supremacist…’mek me tell you’ the  prison guards are covered with blood too… ‘de whole system, some ting  just nuh right?’

Emmett Till was a teenager accused of whistling at a white woman. ‘Fi dat’…he was shot in the head, tied to a large metal fan with barbed wire, on August 28, 1955.

In 2007, Carolyn Bryant, ‘de white woman’, finally confessed her lie. She was scared of going to hell with ‘de truth.’ Her words…her lies killed Emmett Till. And Mamie Till, for five days kept her son’s casket open for the world to see…her only child.

Be it Africa or America parents are forced to bury their children. Drained of all human capacity, they lower their tiny little bodies, once held in their arms, into a six foot grave covered with dirt…instead of playing in dirt; a  headstone instead of homework. The last place on earth they want to be…life has just begun.  Then, the order of life changed…suddenly.

Now, the all the ‘Child Soldiers’ Black, White…are fighting the battle. They share an understanding…of fear, blood, and death.  They can hear each other’s cries. They will stop this man made war…a ‘Little Child’ shall lead them.



An Enemy in the House

16 Now two prostitutes came to the king and stood before him. 17 One of them said, “Pardon me, my lord. This woman and I live in the same house, and I had a baby while she was there with me. 18 The third day after my child was born, this woman also had a baby. We were alone; there was no one in the house but the two of us.

19 “During the night this woman’s son died because she lay on him. 20 So she got up in the middle of the night and took my son from my side while I your servant was asleep. She put him by her breast and put her dead son by my breast. 21 The next morning, I got up to nurse my son—and he was dead! But when I looked at him closely in the morning light, I saw that it wasn’t the son I had borne.”

22 The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours.”

But the first one insisted, “No! The dead one is yours; the living one is mine.” And so they argued before the king.

23 The king said, “This one says, ‘My son is alive and your son is dead,’ while that one says, ‘No! Your son is dead and mine is alive.’”

24 Then the king said, “Bring me a sword.” So they brought a sword for the king.25 He then gave an order: “Cut the living child in two and give half to one and half to the other.”

26 The woman whose son was alive was deeply moved out of love for her son and said to the king, “Please, my lord, give her the living baby! Don’t kill him!”

But the other said, “Neither I nor you shall have him. Cut him in two!”

27 Then the king gave his ruling: “Give the living baby to the first woman. Do not kill him; she is his mother.”

28 When all Israel heard the verdict the king had given, they held the king in awe, because they saw that he had wisdom from God to administer justice.                          1 Kings 3:16-28

So let’s see, enemies can be closer than we think, we still have prostitutes, prostitutes  still have children, and some still live together,people are still trying to steal other people’s babies, and the same people then turn around and try to hurt the baby; naturally, mothers will forever shed tears over their children, and sadly mom’s still fall asleep on their babies, and cry even harder for the child that has passed, but keep the faith God is a present help…and He still helps prostitutes just as much as He did before.


The God of Science

DNA. Three letters that say who it was. It’s not like God never knew. He…knew all the time. These are part of the mysteries of our God. So many things that we don’t understand from the miraculous to unexplained coincidences…this is the timing of chance. This is our God.

Einstein said, ‘The most beautiful thing we can experience is the Mysterious.’ God directs the perfect stranger to help at the scene of the accident, they found her killer thanks to new DNA evidence, and her heart beats perfectly because the dead now live. This is our God.

A few days ago I read a story about a mother of three who was dying of congestive heart failure. This same lady had a friend with an 18 year-old daughter that suddenly died in a drowning accident. This was the mother’s only child. Life was in reverse. A mother buried her daughter, while children prepared to bury their mother. This is our God.

Time, years, pain, joy and finally understanding the scripture ‘it is good that I had been afflicted’ has taught me that God does not waste anything. He keeps your very tears. So, as I continued to read the story. The mother decided to donate her daughter’s heart to her dying friend. This was too much to receive. This could never be asked. This is our God.

Finally, she said yes. The surgery was scheduled and all went well. So much has to match…be the same…be compatible. Science needs the miraculous. A mom didn’t lose everything. ‘For out of the heart flows the issues of life,’ and her daughter’s heart continues to beat every day. The pain of mourning and the joy of time as the mom comforted herself listening to her daughter’s heart beat in her friend’s chest. This is our God

You see, life changed. Life was in reverse again. The children would not lose their mother thanks to someone else’s child. A mother listened to her child’s heart beat within in her friend’s chest. But 18 years ago, the same child listened to her mother’s heart beat for comfort, for peace, these were the very first sounds of love in the womb. This is our God.

Science met the miraculous…the doctor’s reported that the heart was 100% match. Nothing is wasted…not even our pain. This is our God.

Woman donates late daughter’s heart to mother of three

Life Changes…Keep the Faith

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The woman with no name is the woman I admire. She is the person you need in a flinch. A neighbor, a best friend, a sister, a cousin, a prayer partner…she’s my girl. She’s been dead forever now. And, still don’t hear much mention of her but she had death defying faith.

Other than Jesus, Lazarus, Mary and Martha these three are the standard reps for death defying bible stories. But, my girl’s life changed because she put God first. If it were today, she would be a “Baller.” She was quite wealthy, had a nice house and loving husband that the bible says was old. When she suggested to the husband that they build a room for the prophet, Elisha that always came to Shunem Town, he said sure. Time came…as it always does when you put God first.  And, ‘The Shunammite Woman’ received the prophet’s reward…the desire of her heart. God gave the barren woman a son…a seemingly simple story.

When the boy grew, he went to his father, who was in the fields, complaining of a headache, ‘My head! My head!’ The father told the servant take the child to his mother. As a mom, she didn’t take child to his room or her room for that matter. Instead, she took her one and only son to the prophet’s room. She knew something! But said nothing.

And, there, she held her son in her lap till noon…when he died. Then, it would seem ever so calmly, she laid him on the bed and shut the door. Not one sound. No mention of tears, weeping or moaning.

Like a good cowboy movie, she saddles up her horse, tells her husband she’s going into town to run errands…he doesn’t understand why because it’s not a New Moon or the Sabbath. She just assures him, ‘It is well’ and she rides on…he trusted his wife.

Nothing is standing in her way, she instructed her servant, ‘Don’t stop or slow down unless I tell you.’ I’m sure it was one of those rides that seemed like forever, till she reached Mount Carmel. Her hearts desires were on her mind.

The story goes, all she said was, ‘It is well,’ no matter whom she encountered. She never said the child was dead…not even to his father…not even to herself! I mean really. Not even to the prophet’s servant, Gehazi when he asked her.

Elisha knew something was wrong when he saw her coming, “Leave her alone! She is in bitter distress, but the Lord has hidden it from me and has not told me why.” It would seem to me…that God just wasn’t having anyone mention the word death or dead. Not a thought. Not one word.

When she reached Elisha, she clenched his feet in submission and reminded him, “Did I ask you for a son, my lord?” she said. “Didn’t I tell you, ‘Don’t raise my hopes’?” When Elisha prophesied, in all fairness she did object, ‘No, my lord!” …Please, man of God, don’t mislead your servant!” In the movies, this is the part where the play the intense music and your heart races…just raw emotion…we have all been there…by the phone or at the hospital.

It would seem like they turn around and ride back into Shunem Town a.s.a.p. There had to be commotion and a lot of dust. No recounting of where the husband was? Did he go into the room and see his son? How far away was Mount Carmel by horse? So many questions.

Anyhow, they all get back into town and Gehazi he tries, but he’s not the man for the job. Elisha goes in his room, shuts the door, lays on the boy, “mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, hands to hands. As he stretched himself out on him, the boy’s body grew warm. Elisha turned away and walked back and forth in the room and then got on the bed and stretched out on him once more. The boy sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.”

Elisha called for the boy’s mother…and she humbly falls at the prophets feet. Then, she holds her son once again…in her lap…and I believe she assured him, ‘It is well.’ Three words…in case of a faith emergency.