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Never Forget-Write to Remember

Writers are ask to keep pen and paper nearby at all times. One never know when opportunity may present itself. You may have a thought late at night. Keep pen and pad on your night stand. Trust me, if it is not written down, you will forget it by morning. Another example often used, keep pen and pad in your car. At your very next traffic or stop sign, write a phrase or a word down that brings that thought to your mind.
For instance, yesterday I saw a black cat perched upright like a dog on a hill near my house. I was thinking, I hope that black cat does not cross my path. The cat turned and looked at me snobbishly. I’m sure the cat was thinking, “I certainly hope that black woman don’t cross my path”. Farther down the road I saw children at play.
Strange enough, the children reminded me of the days I taught at W. C. Davis Elementary School in Birmingham, Alabama. One year, a little third grader constantly needed my attention. From time to time we had little private talks. Near the end of that school year her behavior suddenly changed. Someone in her neighborhood started taking her to church. One Friday, she came to school wearing a beautiful white dress.
Out on the playground, I ask why she was wearing that beautiful dress to school. She told me it was her baptism dress. We were both extremely excited about her baptism. We talked for a minute then she ran off to play with her classmates. Why her behavior reminded me of Hiawatha’s Wedding Feast, I am not sure.
First she danced a solemn measure, very slow in step and gesture. She danced in and out among her classmates. Playfully running through the shadows and the sunshine. Her tread was soft like a panther. Then more swiftly and swifter, whirling, spinning in circles, she leaped laughingly between her classmates. Till the dust and the wind on the playground swept together around about her.
By that time, the school bell rang and I was transported form the shores of Gitche Gumee. I was no longer by the shinning Big-Sea-Water. I was no longer by the wigworm of old NoKomis. According to the North American Indians, old Nokomis was the daughter of the Moon. I was no longer at Hiawatha’s Wedding Banquet.
Monday came. I called roll and she did not answer. I wanted to know from those living near her in the South-town Projects if they had seen her over the weekend. They all said no. Silence for a moment, then one brave child told me she was dead. Over the weekend some neighbor had left something out that looked like cool-aid. She drank it and the angels came and got her. Her death certificate read Meningitis. She had a glass encloser over her casket.
I was too heartbroken to cry. Her Pastor, Pastor Grisson, gave her a wonderful  befitting Eulogy. All of her classmates were there. We were all heartbroken but we knew God wanted her to be with Him. Now, as I drive pass the old church, with it’s roof caving in, I remember and write. A life gone too soon.
The poem Hiawatha was first written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The song of Hiawatha was composed by Samuel Coleridge-Taylor. The Symphonic Orchestra of New Orleans, La. played it while Dillard University Symphonic Choir under the directions of Dr. Fredric Hall, sang it.

The Long Beautiful Brown Satin Sash

The Long Beautiful Brown Satin Sash
Told to me by: Jimmy Brooks

Once there were two sisters who loved each other dearly. What one had and the other did not, they shared. Their father’s mother lived with them and much to the sorrow of the family, she passed away. Much of what she owned went to their mother. With the exception of a few personal items she had, the rest went to the homeless. In her personal items she only had one of each. The girls were given the opportunity to choose what they wanted. The oldest girl chose a long beautiful brown satin sash which she grew to love dearly. On Monday she wore her long beautiful brown satin sash with her blue skirt. On Tuesday, she wore her long beautiful brown satin sash with her red skirt. On Wednesday, she wore her long beautiful brown satin sash with her yellow skirt. On Thursday, she wore her long beautiful brown satin sash with her orange skirt. On Friday, she wore her long beautiful brown satin sash with her white skirt. On Saturday, she doubled her long beautiful brown satin sash and wore it with her white t-shirt and bluejeans. As you may have already guessed, on Sunday it was worn with her Sunday best.
One school day, the older girl did not feel well. Her mother told her she did not have to go to school that day and pass her germs around to the other children. Her younger sister had been eyeing the long beautiful brown satin sash for a very long time. Each time she wanted to ware it, her older sister had it on. While, her sister was sick in bed, the younger sister wore it to school without asking.
On the playground, a bully started a fight. During the fight, the long beautiful brown satin sash was torn. What was she to do? It was a keepsake. Her grandmother had it for years. After school, she went to town to purchase another beautiful brown satin sash just like her sister’s long beautiful brown satin sash. Unfortunately, she could not. That pattern was no longer in stock. The only recourse she had was to throw the sash away and tell her sister she did not know what happened to her long beautiful brown satin sash.
The week passed and her sister was well enough to go to school. How could she face her sister and tell her that lie. She confessed to her parents what she had done. Her parents told her they had been watching her all the time. They were waiting on her to confess. They had gotten the long beautiful brown satin sash out of the garbage and repaired it.
Just like our heavenly Father. When we confess our sins, he is quick to forgive us of our sins and cast them in to utter exile. Her parents said her older sister had gone to school waring her long beautiful brown satin sash never knowing her sash had been damaged.

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When We Pray

On Saturday, 09/26/2015  I went to the Summit Theater here in Birmingham, Alabama  to see The War Room. The daughter of the main character asked a few intimate questions of her mother about her hobbies and achievements. The mother  could not answer them.  That reminded me of a friend I had years ago. Her daughter was in the hospital fearing for her life. The daughter told my friend she would die. Her mother asked her why. The child asked her a few intimate questions about her life and she could not answer. Her daughter told her, her roommate’s mother could answer any question about her child’s life. Not only that her roommate’s mother was there every day praying for her recovery. She told her dauhgter she prayed too. However, her daughter insisted she did not pray for her the way her roommate’s mother prayed.

Eventually, her daughter’s roommate got  well and went home. My friend said her child died. Prayer changes things. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous man/woman availed much. Even if you feel you are unworthy, ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be open unto you. For every one who have asked received;  and he that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocked it shall be opened.

The War Room was a movie with characters playing a part. My friend and her daughter were real people. My friend wished it had been a movie. She would have have played her part differently, I’m sure.

I am reminded of David and Saul. I’m sure David prayed for an opportunity to destroy Saul. Nonetheless, when the opportunity presented itself, David thought better of his opportunity. Vengeance is mine, said the Lord. You may destroy yourself trying to destroy someone else. Pray and leave the matter in the hands of the Lord. He will fix the issue in a way that it cannot be unfixed. Sometimes we get in God’s way. We prolong an issue that could be quickly resolved. Pray and let God do His work. There may be times when God give us duties to perform, let us do them and do them quickly. We should not be a hindrance to the will of the Lord.

Today, some of us may be in a war with the devil. The devil will not win.  If we Christians do not  pray scripturally, God will not give us victory. If we pray for the downfall of one of God’s children, we will not have the victory. God’s victory comes when we pray scipturally and let go and let God.When we read his words, He will teach us what to pray for.