At starbux charging my phone.

Whenever it's been a while since I've posted I feel like I should write some long memoir to update you on what's been going on in life between the last time you heard from me and now. But that just isn't the case here. I don't have to say anything. So why have a blog anyway? Hahahahaha....

It gives me the option and choice to share. So, things are fine. 11days. Too short. Coming quick. Going to the Aquarium today. Cool. Not enough time for everyone. Don't know how to go about this. But Jesus said. No worker puts his hands to the plow and then looks back. Gotta plan, gotta go, gotta do it. that's it. See ya'll soon.

LOVE.

HEBREWS 11:3

Stories should bring truth to life.
Do they bring lies to life also?
Is it that the truth can only e revealed and a lie exposed?
What if, the end of mans discoveries only led us to see that we do NOT! discover at all, but in fact are TOLD what is?
The use of words.
Powerful indeed!
Oh...
Ooohhh....
...
Wa- ...woooooooow
We know that no mere object can speak, can tell, and use words.
What if, the end of mans discoveries only led is to see that no story could be told without words?
Otherwise, what life could there be for us?
What truth could possibly be know?
... well it couldn't.
Neither could there be God
But. Rather.
God created, life, to reveal truth.
That He is.
That we are.
Product of His Word.

By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things which are visible. Hebrews 11:3

Something About Justice

* Wrote this back in March. Not posted because of recent judicial events but because of the time I had to go back and read what I wrote myself. I hope someone(anyone) can feel this and reflect the same. So here you go.

WE THINK WE UNDERSTAND JUSTICE
AS IF WE HAVE A RIGHT
TO SAY WHO'S WHO
AND WHAT'S WHAT
WHEN IT'S WRONG
AND IF IT'S FAIR
LIKE, WE'RE NOT THAT BAD

LET ME REMIND YOU
NO ONE IS RIGHTEOUS, NO NOT ONE
THAT'S WHAT THE BIBLE SAYS ANYWAY

AND I WISH I COULD APOLOGIZE FOR ALL THE LIES AND DECEPTIONS WE'VE BEEN TAUGHT SINCE OUR BEGINNINGS
BUT I CANT
BECAUSE I'VE DONE MY FAIR SHARE OF MESSING THINGS UP MYSELF
YES, ME.

YOUNG BLACK MINISTER, TEACHER, PREACHER, POET, MENTOR, CHRISTIAN
SINNING,  EX-POTHEAD, FORNICATING, LUSTFULLY THINKING, ANGER FILLED, CURSE WORD TALKING, RULE BREAKER, THIEF, MURDEROUS (THOUGH NOT CAUGHT OR CONVICTED), LYING, TOBACCO SMOKING, ALCOHOL DRINKING...

CHRISTIAN

BECAUSE SOME THINGS STILL CREEP IN THERE
AND I DON'T HAVE TIME TO LIST ALL MY SINS
AND I PROMISE I'LL GET MAD IF YOU DISTRACT DURING my POEM
EVEN THE LOOKS ON SOME FACES CAUSE ME TO JUDGE YOU
BUT I THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO RELATE

BUT THAT'S WHY I SAY "WE THINK WE UNDERSTAND JUSTICE"
BUT WE COULD BE THE CORRUPT JUDGES OF THE WORLD
WE OFTEN AREN'T CORRECT
BUT EVERYBODY SINS RIGHT?
THE WORST THING IS THAT WE ADMIT IT, JUST SO WE CAN LEVEL THE PLAYING FIELD AND DEFEND OURSELVES.
SO IF I'M THE JUDGE THEN WHAT IS GOD?

INNOCENT PEOPLE DIE, GOOD PEOPLE GET HURT, BAD PEOPLE GO FREE, AND WE... WE THINK WE GET IT...WE DON'T
BUT WHO ARE WE TO JUDGE WHAT GOD IS IN CONTROL OF?

GUILTY MANKIND WHO REJECT THE ONE WHO'S RIGHT
WHO KNEW WE WOULD FALL, BUT OFFERS US A FLIGHT
WHO KNEW WE WOULD KILL SO HE OFFERED HIS LIFE
WHO KNEW WE'D HAVE TROUBLE SO HE CHOSE TO SAVE US
WE REJECT HIS FREEDOM AND THE PATH HE MADE FOR US
WHO GAVE US A CHOICE TO TAKE THE STRAIGHT ROAD
INSTEAD WE TAKE TURNS AND SHORTCUTS BECAUSE WE CRAVE CONTROL

WE WANT IT ALL, BUT GET MAD WHEN IT'S KEPT FROM US
WHY SHOULD GOD TRUST US
HE DIED FOR US
BUT WE ACT LIKE WE'VE HAD ENOUGH
WE ACT LIKE IS WORD IS A BLUFF
WHAT IF HE LEFT US TO JUST-US
CHAOS WOULD BE A MUST!

BUT NO!

...ONE WORD - JESUS
FOR RULE BREAKING HEATHENS
...CONSEQUENCE OF DEATH
BUT WHO TOOK IT - HE DID!

THAT'S GRACE INSTEAD OF BEING CRUSHED

THAT'S LOVE

THAT'S JUSTICE

Wrote this for you to see.

No not you......

You.

Your opinions are just as strong. Your statements are just as passionate. To not care is funny to me. Most times we may say we don't care at all. But sometimes its just that "I don't care about what you got going on. This is meaningless, because it's meaningless to me." Which is a form of care, at least for self. Self preservation, well, sorta. So if we back out, stop, let it go or whatever, we are making bigger and louder statements than we know. Because it's still a choice. We choose to continue for a reason, and to stop for a reason. Bottom line is. Your opinions are just as strong and your statements just as passionate. You just show it different.

I wrote this because I knew you would see it. Just for fun, just because, smiling the whole time. I know its not serious, and that you don't care. I know, I know. Let it go already. hahahahhhahaha

The Crease

I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

The wrinkle in this page; like the hiccup in my story

The conflict in my life

Drawing all that is against me.....It's a re-run

It keeps cutting off before the end

Like a TV series jumping through time with no resolve

Each season completing deep meaning of small parts,

that don't help me understand the main characters

Beautiful isn't it

No abstract Painting Presented Pitiful Perished

Instead they saw a masterpiece

The WHOLE broken picture

Misunderstood

Made to fit a frame of captured beauty

In plain sight, it, enhances my intellect

Informs my creativity, stretches my understanding

Raises my bar

Like

From broken life to hope in Christ

Like death in sin to salvation in Him

Like  facing trail and being acquitted

All because I knew I was wrong and then I admitted it

Still found to be useful

To deliver an earful, my tongue tool, a mouthful, of no bull

.....and that's kinda cool

So then what about you, you've got gifts too, He'll use you too

and we'll help, you'll see

That's why I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

To tell his great testimonies

Of you

and

Me

I Have A King

I very wonderful thing has happened to me.

It happened at a moment I never seen coming.

I knelt down because my legs were weary and was seeking some relief, if but for a second.

Quite appropriate, really, once I thought about it.

But back to that moment.

I was in the "kneel" position.

And all at once was reminded that a King stood before me, and that I belonged to Him.

God, Himself , stood before me.

And I remembered who I was and what I was.

Delroy Martin, Jr. : A Minister of the Gospel


I have a King! His Name is Jesus!

A Vulnerable State of Being

While sitting by the river reading, I watched as a young lady passed by walking a three legged dog. The dog had no front right leg. In a moment I wondered whether that dog was better off with three legs hopping on the first down this walkway; or better off having been put down at the time it lost its leg instead?

Then I thought about the scriptures that say it is better to enter heaven with one hand or one eye than to burn in the lake of fire with the limb that causes on to sin.

Next I thought about the homeless or those wounded who are missing limbs. How do they feel?

At times I feel spiritually, emotionally or mentally disabled as if a limb or few are missing. Jesus, being my hope for life, salvation, and restoration, does that make me better off? If it makes me just as vulnerable, maybe so! Such dependence gives us a blessed assistance, and with Jesus, a blessed assurance.