STOP BLAMING OBAMA
Blame it on Obama. The narrative which continues to divide our community.
Blame it on Obama. The narrative which continues to divide our community.
A lot of people, ministers, and friends have been in my inbox with their outcry about Sharia Law.
It’s America’s laws that are…
This list could go on and on.
I find it strange how easy it is to criticize other beliefs, and I am speaking from the lens of an ordained Christian minister. I spend my time teaching the Word and sharing the Gospel with a lens of my relationship with Yeshua. I have never seen more anti-Christian behavior from a nation of “Christians” than I have in this age.
We have perfected judging, not loving. And I can’t say there are times when I don’t fall into this category.
What we are witnessing today is about nationalism, not Christianity. We kick out strangers, we kill strangers, we protect pedophiles, we prosper the rich, and we blame the poor for their own conditions. Many don’t realize that we are a cancer away, or a diagnosis away from poverty.
Sharia Law is controversial in a Western society, and maybe it should be. However, as long as Americans are suffering greatly under a demagogue, it would appear that Sharia law isn’t being implemented by Muslims, but by the Republican Party under a godless administration, operating fully with the large support of Christian Pastors.
Without love….. we are nothing!
Supporting my new single “In My Veins” by The Endurer. Heart, passion, life, vulnerability.
Your vision can’t be tied to people, it has to be tied to purpose.
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Charlie Kirk was murdered in broad daylight
That’s not Republican or Democratic, it’s evil
And I can have empathy for one who didn’t believe in empathy
Because the day I don’t, I fear that I will become an empty me
As a child, watching Schoolhouse Rock, The Great American Melting Pot was a song I enjoyed every Saturday morning. It affirmed that diversity strengthens us despite everything Americans have been through. Whether our ancestors purchased a boat ticket to come here, were forcibly dragged here and enslaved under inhumane conditions, or were forced off their land down the Trail of Tears, we survived, stayed, and remained.
The trees give me oxygen, branches close in
Fans the flame of regret, what could have been
It’s a hard place because, for them, you’re not Black enough; you married someone white
You fell in love, not with a color, but with who for you was right
They say you’re not Black Black, a chameleon, when it is necessary
Maybe had you sat down with Ice Cube, opinions would vary
My relationship with my mom is complicated, intricate, and I still show up when I am able. I don’t spend a lot of time talking about others household because my
I’mma kill a n*gga
I’mma kill a J*w
One of those are wrong
One of those are cool
One of these will get a rich Black man canceled
The other one will put a new Grammy on his mantel
Life came out today
In the worst way
Voice raised, daughter crying
Wife pleading
No heeding to anyone
Hit 100, wreckless, gone
Chest burning, on fire
Called by homie, got corrected
Sent text, got prayer
I believe the right thing should be done. I also understand that in the economic downturn that is about to put the average American on their knees, that I am highly blessed. For any complaint I have had over my 26 years corporate (at 51, I’ve only had four jobs in my life in adulthood), after coming from Ghana I went back to work with a renewed vigor. Being their was humbling and because I’m still processing that trip, that’s all I am comfortable to share at the moment.
Now crimson ❄️ is this season
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