The Lord Blessed Me With A House!

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As of this month, I have owned my modest townhome for seven years…In this time of economic confusion,  I don’t see this feat as a minor blessing – Particularly since just months after closing on my first home, I lost my job…About a year after that, I still hadn’t found a job in my field and my roommate moved out…It was a trying time for sure, but the Lord brought me through, and here I am seven years later…

This may sound like hocus pocus but about a year before I closed on my townhome, on the morning of my birthday, the Lord revealed to me that I would be a homeowner…I don’t know how this happens, but sometimes although I don’t hear audible words, I sense that the Lord is speaking to me…This was one of those times…I sensed this revelation as I read the book Dancing in the Arms of God by Connie Neal.  (By the way, it’s a great book if you want to know how to develop a personal relationship with God!) At this time of my life, I wasn’t very making very much money at all so I wondered how this would happen…(Not that I’m rolling in the dough now…but I am doing better – praise God!)

There is an African proverb that states, “When you pray, move your feet.” After praying about the matter and coming to the conclusion that I had heard from God, I got moving. I began researching how to buy a home and even took a one-day seminar about buying a home, I talked with a friend who works in budget counseling about the costs of maintaining a home, and I started saving up my down payment money.

A few months later, I interviewed a woman for an article I was writing about her son who had won several scholarships to college. While I was at her home, I told her that I thought her new home was beautiful and that I was planning to start looking for my own home. She told me that through God’s favor, she was able to buy her lovely home although she had never thought she could afford a home as nice as that one. Then, she added that she rarely told the story of how she got the home to anyone. However, she said, to those to which she choose to tell the story, each one was able to get a home in spite of difficult circumstances…Finally, she gave me the name and contact information for her mortgage lender…My father said that the only way that you know that someone has truly prophesied is if the prophesy comes true…I called that mortgage lender…and you know the rest of the story…

This is a nice example of how the Lord has worked in my life. But as people are losing their homes all over the country, I wonder, if they, too, felt the Lord had blessed them with their homes in spite of unfavorable circumstances…I also wonder in light of “The Prosperity Gospel,” have many of us thought we heard from God when it was really just wishful thinking? Read this article below. It appeared in Time magazine on Oct. 3.

Maybe We Should Blame God for the Subprime Mess

Has the so-called Prosperity gospel turned its followers into some of the most willing participants — and hence, victims — of the current financial crisis? That’s what a scholar of the fast-growing brand of Pentecostal Christianity believes. While researching a book on black televangelism, says Jonathan Walton, a religion professor at the University of California at Riverside, he realized that Prosperity’s central promise — that God will “make a way” for poor people to enjoy the better things in life — had developed an additional, dangerous expression during the subprime-lending boom. Walton says that this encouraged congregants who got dicey mortgages to believe “God caused the bank to ignore my credit score and blessed me with my first house.” The results, he says, “were disastrous, because they pretty much turned parishioners into prey for greedy brokers.”

Others think he may be right. Says Anthea Butler, an expert in Pentecostalism at the University of Rochester in New York: “The pastor’s not gonna say, ‘Go down to Wachovia and get a loan,’ but I have heard, ‘Even if you have a poor credit rating, God can still bless you — if you put some faith out there [that is, make a big donation to the church], you’ll get that house or that car or that apartment.’ ” Adds J. Lee Grady, editor of the magazine Charisma: “It definitely goes on, that a preacher might say, ‘If you give this offering, God will give you a house.’ And if they did get the house, people did think that it was an answer to prayer, when in fact it was really bad banking policy.” If so, the situation offers a look at how a native-born faith built partially on American economic optimism entered into a toxic symbiosis with a pathological market.

Although a type of Pentecostalism, Prosperity theology adds a distinctive layer of supernatural positive thinking. Adherents will reap rewards if they prove their faith to God by contributing heavily to their churches, remaining mentally and verbally upbeat and concentrating on divine promises of worldly bounty supposedly strewn throughout the Bible. Critics call it a thinly disguised pastor-enrichment scam. Other experts, like Walton, note that for all its faults, the theology can empower people who have been taught to see themselves as financially or even culturally useless to feel they are “worthy of having more and doing more and being more.” In some cases the philosophy has matured with its practitioners, encouraging good financial habits and entrepreneurship.

But Walton suggests that a decade’s worth of ever easier credit acted like a drug in Prosperity’s bloodstream. “The economic boom ’90s and financial overextensions of the new millennium contributed to the success of the Prosperity message,” he wrote recently on his personal blog as well as on the website Religion Dispatches. And not positively. “Narratives of how ‘God blessed me with my first house despite my credit’ were common. Sermons declaring ‘It’s your season to overflow’ supplanted messages of economic sobriety,” and “little attention was paid to … the dangers of using one’s home equity as an ATM to subsidize cars, clothes and vacations.”

With the bubble burst, Walton and Butler assume that Prosperity congregants have taken a disproportionate hit, and they are curious as to how their churches will respond. Butler thinks some of the flashier ministries will shrink along with their congregants’ fortunes. Says Walton: “You would think that the current economic conditions would undercut their theology.” But he predicts they will persevere, since God’s earthly largesse is just as attractive when one is behind the economic eight ball.

A recent publicly posted testimony by a congregant at the Brownsville Assembly of God, near Pensacola, Fla., seems to confirm his intuition. Brownsville is not even a classic Prosperity congregation — it relies more on the anointing of its pastors than on Scriptural promises of God. But the believer’s note to his minister illustrates how magical thinking can prevail even after the mortgage blade has dropped. “Last Sunday,” it read, “You said if anyone needed a miracle to come up. So I did. I was receiving foreclosure papers, so I asked you to anoint a picture of my home and you did and your wife joined with you in prayer as I cried. I went home feeling something good was going to happen. On Friday the 5th of September I got a phone call from my mortgage company and they came up with a new payment for the next 3 months of only $200. My mortgage is usually $1,020. Praise God for his Mercy & Grace.”

So this article,  I think, can lead to some interesting discussion at our churches…How do know that we have truly heard from God? Does God “bless our mess?” Does God call for us to throw reason out of the window when He has revealed something to us? For goodness sake, why do people always say they are “blessed and highly favored,” when life is really sucking for them – at least at the moment – I swear…Does getting blessed by God always follow a large donation to our church? I’m sure that you can think of your own questions. Let the commentary begin…

Any thoughts?

I’s Married Now!!!

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I’s married now…Just Kidding! But I got your attention, didn’t I? Since Shug Avery shouted those words in one of my all-time favorite movies, “The Color Purple,” I have been waiting to say them. Maybe I will have the opportunity one day to shout those words about me and my huzzband! But for today, that hasn’t happened…

But nevertheless, it gives me great pleasure to say that on Saturday, Oct. 18, I will have the pleasure, God willing, to watch one of my dear sorors and friend, Renee, and one of the luckiest men alive, Lincoln, be joined in holy matrimony. Marriage is, indeed, a gift from God, and I’m glad that my girl is finally ready to receive her gift!

It is with her permission that I dedicate today’s post to my friend and her upcoming wedding and marriage. I met Renee about 10 years ago….I cannot really remember exactly when I met her, but from the moment I saw her effervescent smile and heard her high-pitched, raucous laugh, I knew she would be my friend.  She is one of the few people that I know that “to know her is to love her,” and I know why Lincoln was immediately smitten with her when he met her at a speed dating event some years ago. (Yes ladies, it can happen anywhere…)        

I almost have never seen her without a smile on her face, and she is an attorney of all things! In fact, my father, who has noticed her natural agreeableness, said her joy is a gift from God, and I believe that is true. A friend once mentioned to me that she had seen Renee cry once. My eyes widened and my mouth fell open in amazement. Apparently it took a few minutes for my friend to actually notice she was crying though because even as she cried, she was smiling. Ain’t that somethin’?

I know Renee is getting married not dying, but I will miss her on the single girl jaunts to Old School Second Saturday, Agave, Omega (Gotta Love the Bruhs!) cookouts and anywhere we darn well pleased…Oh well…I wonder if she will still be available to ride out on our vacations. At one point, we had a crew of five that vacationed together. Now that number has dwindled down to two (at least as of Saturday)…the rest are married…I wonder if she will still send out frantic e-mails at the end of her workday asking folk to meet her for an after work drink or will she have to head immediately home to her huzzband….I wonder if I will be able to call her late at night or will that now be couple time…    

Okay, you’ve probably guessed it…I’m elated for Renee and Lincoln, but I’m a little sad for me…But thankfully, I’m mostly elated for them. In fact, I want to share a poem I once read in a wedding program that I think applies here.

Love One Another

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

Khalil Gibran

 

Also, I wanted to insert a video of a love song I hope we get to dance to at their wedding reception – probably not, but that’s okay.  I know this is a song I hope to lip synch with my huzzband on our wedding night.  Of course, I will be Margie and he (where are you?) will be Ray Charles. I hope y’all enjoy it….

One time for Renee, Two times for Lincoln, Three Times for Renee & Lincoln. If you know the happy couple, feel free to wish them well here. If don’t know the couple but are a fan of black love, drop a line.

Any thoughts?

P.S. For the rors that will be in the house on Saturday, you may want to brush up on this song…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cruising Musings

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Aww, yes, I have finally gotten back to my regular schedule post cruise and now that I’ve had time to reflect, I think I can write a somewhat interesting piece on my 35th b-day vacation. (I’m sure you will tell me if it’s the most boring thing you’ve ever read.)

If you’ve read my previous post on my 35th b-day, you know how I feel about it, but what I neglected to tell you was how I had planned to celebrate it. Drum roll pleaazzz….Me and my girl, V, embarked on a seven-day cruise to the Eastern Caribbean. We started in Puerto Rico and visited Barbados, St. Lucia, Antigua, St. Maarten and St. Thomas.

I wish I could sum up the experience in a word, but I cannot – so I will tell you about my thoughts here and there along the way. (This blog thing can be sooo self indulgent, but oh well…)

Day 1

In the airport still in the A, as I slipped back on my sandals after the security check, a guy commented on my hair and shoes and muttered something that sounded like, “Really pretty.” I smiled, replied “Thank you,” and wondered if his comment was indicative of the events to come. Some days, no matter how cute you think you look before you leave the house, you ain gettin’ no play for whatever reason. I took his comment as an affirmation that the “Cute gods” had sprinkled pixie dust on me, and I was well on my way to some much need flirting…okay, pause…For those who have read my previous post on my man fast, you may be wondering why I even care…Well, y’all know this blog is supposed to be “fresh, real and relevant.” Well let me be REAL, I have successfully completed about three man fasts. (U, my girl, is my witness!) But this time around, I have fallen off the wagon…not sure what’s up with me…praying about it…get back to y’all at some point, I think, about it…

Anyway, this blog is dragging a bit so let me speed it up. So I’m looking forward to some light flirting on the cruise. Fast forward to our arrival in PR. From the moment we got off of the plane, it seemed like we were bathing in heat, and I loved it…I ADORE hot weather…And then I started looking at everyone in the airport. When I visited in PR years ago, I was struck at how beautiful everyone was…I love my white friends, but I have never been envious of their skin color. (Okay, I did hang a towel from my head when I was little girl to pretend like I had long, flowing hair like the white girls at my elementary school, but that is where the envy stopped.) Everywhere you looked, everyone was bronzed and beautiful…

Day 2

Me and V were excited because we boarded the “Adventure of the Seas.” As we are waited in line to board the ship, we were told that we could buy liquor duty free at the store in the loading area. Me and V walked in the store and took a look around. (Okay, I know some Christians don’t approve of drinking liquor. I’m not one of them. I don’t think it’s appropriate to get sloshy drunk, but I do enjoy some “spirits” every now and then, ha, ha!) I bought a bottle for a co-worker back home.  Flirting on day 1, buying liquor on day 2…hmm, I bet you’re wondering what’s coming next.

Day 3

At sea. Although it was my first full day on the cruise, it didn’t take me long to realize that eating is one of the main activities aboard a cruise ship…but I wondered how you gon look fine in your bathing suit if you’ve been eating too much…clearly, not all of the cruisers pondered this dilemma as I saw a feast of flesh daily…Remember, keeping it real, keeping it real…

Day 4

Barbados. I’ve started to adapt to the fact that I wasn’t at work and any amount of exertion i.e. leaving my bed, made me want to go back to sleep. It’s really weird, actually, how you quickly you get into vacation mode. Me, V and some of the women that we cruised with took a quick tour of the beautiful isle of Barbados. My parents will probably hate me for saying this, but I almost feel like if you’ve seen one beautiful, tropical island, you’ve seen them all, but I had high hopes for discovering its uniqueness in under four hours – the length of the excursion. We visited a rum distillery and a plantation house among other sites. Those plantation houses show up all over the world, don’t they? Y’all know what I’m talking ’bout.

Day 5

St. Lucia. Again, beautiful, tropical isle. We visited a botanical garden where we were introduced to cocoa trees through which we get chocolate…my traveling companions didn’t quite understand my fascination…let’s just say I have a love/hate relationship with this substance…anyway, I thought about smuggling a few seeds in my bra to grow some trees in my backyard, but the thought of being embarrassed at the airport allowed to gracefully back away from the trees…

Day 6

Antigua. Someway or another, me and V were sooo tired from exerting ourselves dancing at Club Jester, the ship club, and other activities that we managed to sleep in til just about noon. After eating brunch, we decided to venture off of the ship. In no less than half an hour, the heat drained us and we decided that we wanted to abruptly stop our perusal of the shops nearby the port. But then we happened upon a spa where we were able to get somewhat reasonably priced massages…I discovered a red swelling on my leg later that night and wondered if one of those island masseuses had put a hex on me…my father once told me that in Jamaica a man put a hex on him and he coughed up blood…we island people believe in voodoo…

Day 7

St. Maarten.  Can y’all believe that me and V had still not been on the beach yet. So we put on our bathing suits, took a water taxi from the port and deposited ourselves in the middle of the white sand…V waded in the water, and I guarded our belongings under a beach umbrella. A woman bearing several trinkets that she claimed she made herself tried to entice me to buy one of of them. I said, “No.” Another woman bearing several trinkets that looked suspiciously familiar to the first woman’s trinkets tried to entice me to buy her trinkets. I said, “No.” When a third person approached me and went into a similar spiel, I almost screamed, “No and spread the news to all of your beach peddling friends.” But I didn’t. That would have been rude and likely insensitive…besides in Bush’s economy, I may be reduced to selling “handmade” trinkets…

Day 8

St. Thomas. When I spotted an Obama headquarters in a shopping center, I screamed! Wow, it’s really great, isn’t it?! The most blue water I’ve ever seen. We traveled past Sapphire Bay which was, in in a word, breathtaking… I started to feel sad though because it was the last stop before we sailed back to PR.

Day 9

Back in the A – tired, serene and broke…

Any thoughts?