In Our Anger

I was a teenager during the height of the “missing and murdered children case” here in Atlanta. I remember one frantic evening when my younger brother was late getting home from a school event. I remember my mother breaking down into tears as we searched. We found him safe and sound, but you never forget the times you see your mother cry. Those moments are seared into your soul. Then, how much worse is it for the Trayvon Martin’s mother?

But what if?

What if there was no audio or witnesses? What if the victim was a little black girl sitting in her room when a stray bullet found her? What if it happened everyday?

What if we focused less on the shooter, and more on the authorities who felt no need to arrest him? What if we focused less on what the neighbors didn’t do, and more on what we will do in our own lives? What if we focused less on what he was wearing and more on why we as a society allow most anyone to have a gun?

What if voting matched polling in this country on issues of the underserved, women’s rights and healthcare? What if we registered and turned out to vote like other segments of the population? What if love and concern motivated us more than hate and selfishness?

What if we realized that we are the government? What if we took ownership of what happens at each level of government? What if we didn’t wait for incidents like this to give a darn?

What if we didn’t care where we served, as long as we served? What if we didn’t care who got the title, as long as the task got done? What if each of us, consistently, just did something, anything, for someone else?

What if we realized that the best way to prevent these events is to produce a climate of accountability, beforehand? What if we realized that the best way to save lives is to love life? What if we realized that the best way to move on is to let go?

What if we weren’t afraid? What if we lived each day like it was our last? What if we lived each day like it was our first?

What if Trayvon’s death opened our eyes to the death all around us? What if the unjust silencing of Trayvon here, opened our mouths to speak against injustice everywhere?  What if, at long last, Trayvon’s cries have awakened us?

Pieces of me

No, it will not be easy. But the fruit of our labor, which is love, is in itself, glorious enough.

Better now while my heart is full, my vision focused and my path true.

God sits with this sullen child and whispers words of encouragement in my ear.

It  doesn’t have to make sense. It simply is.

ADJ

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The Standard

Sometimes you have to yield to the unreasonable, because of love. To go beyond that which is just, is the very nature of love. But in the midst of doing this, do not lose sight of the One true Love; and balance all against this standard, regardless of what the expected outcome might be. May you always have faith enough to let go, and allow God.

ADJ

Please visit: www.towrestlewithdarkness.com to purchase the book To Wrestle With Darkness on sale now for $2.99 or buy it directly from Amazon here: Purchase directly from Amazon

The Standard

Sometimes you have to yield to the unreasonable, because of love. To go beyond that which is just, is the very nature of love. But in the midst of doing this, do not lose sight of the One true Love; and balance all against this standard, regardless of what the expected outcome might be. May you always have faith enough to let go, and allow God.

ADJ

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to purchase the book To Wrestle With Darkness on sale now for $2.99, and to see other works by the author, Alan Jones.

 

Pookie’em

Through joy and woe, your soul she knows. Does not matter where your life may go, through your veins she flows.
She hustles to get paid, but she’ ain’t for sale, still you think she’s for play, but she’ll never tell.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is imaginative.

Pookie might clown you, when you’re not around. But push come to shove, Pookie is always down.
Pookie got game you’ve never seen, her skin is almond cream, her love, is like mad steam, her life is nothing like it seems.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is sometimes….. late.

She ain’t done half the stuff folks claim, but she’s been a quiet witness through tinted panes, to streets flowing in pain, and lyrics rich in crimson stain.
She chases light, but runs in the shadows. She holds her Bible tight, but is quick to spit a wicked flow.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie is always great, even if, you can’t relate.

Pookie drops verses like mad men drop curses. She doesn’t choose the words, they choose her.
And in case you hadn’t heard, she thinks all your thoughts are absurd, doesn’t say these things to disturb, she just reports, what she observes.
Pookie never hesitates, Pookie never deviates, Pookie never carries hate, Pookie embraces fate.

ADJ

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The Standard

Sometimes you have to yield to the unreasonable, because of love. To go beyond that which is just, is the very nature of love. But in the midst of doing this, do not lose sight of the One true Love; and balance all against this standard, regardless of what the expected outcome might be. May you always have faith enough to let go, and allow God.

ADJ

Please visit http://www.towrestlewithdarkness.com to purchase the book To Wrestle With Darkness, and to see other works, including a dynamic piece dealing with spirituality and rapid church development.

Pieces of me.

No, it will not be easy. But the fruit of our labor, which is love, is in itself, glorious enough.

 

Better now while my heart is full, my vision focused and my path true.

 

God sits with this sullen child and whispers words of encouragement in my ear.

 

It  doesn’t have to make sense. It simply is.

 

Alan Jones

Please visit http://www.towrestlewithdarkness.com to purchase the book To Wrestle With Darkness, and to see other works, including a dynamic piece dealing with spirituality and rapid church development.