They say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Recently, I read this quote by Nikita Gill, and it reinvigorated my sense that God has given us all a purpose in life. She wrote: "Some people are born with tornadoes in their lives, but constellations in their eyes. Other people are born with stars at their feet, but their souls are lost at sea." I believe I was born with stars in my eyes and found my soul at sea. For it was at the age of 18, serving my country at sea through reading the Bible, when the hand of God spoke to me.
Although my journey started the year I was born, 1944, way before I could walk, these were years of innocence and darkness, as it were in the beginning. In 1949, I stepped into the life of my very first best friend. This, of what I wrote in chapter one of my book. Unbeknown, in real-time that my journey had already begun. Baby steps were being taken into the realities of conscious and unconscious bias— into the evils of humankind. From 1949 until 1961, there came trickling's of light as the hand of God spoke in tandem with my heart, and my journey became known in my soul.
I share these thoughts from the seat of my soul because I believe it is a way of letting people into your heart and into your world. Shared passion, fear, guilt, a shared longing, or joy are gifts to the beloved. Places where people share their happiness, guilt, anxiety, and love are where the gospel will flourish.
Finally, I share a recommended read to the avid reader: ---"Revelations on the River: Healing a Nation, Healing Ourselves," by Matthew Dowd. Revelations on the River visits key topics like love, fears and trauma, forgiveness and reconciliation, faith and science, interconnection, and legacies. It is an examination of values that bind us together, in turn, which may lead us as a people to a more enlightened place.
September 21th, 1917 March 12, 1996
"Life in reality, is an open Book"
Once upon a time, an angel held my hand.
She wiped away my tears and helped me understand.
In recognition of you, Mom, Rena Hurt Faulkner, this Mother's Day, my words be told as self-evident, from your words. Motherly advice, the words you spoke that will live in me forever. I still hear you clearly, "Occupy your mind; read a book." Words etched in stone, accentuated by love. "Read your Bible" words that empowered my heart to share and to give in a non-braggadocious manner. One person's passion may not be another person's desire. But the sincerity in the daring binds one's heart to another. You dared me not to listen to you with your tone of voice. "Listen to your Dad. He's your father," you would say. Matthew 15:4. A daring in the depth of empathy that migrates from the Seat of the Soul. A trait reborn in me, year after year, from your legacy. A repetitiveness in the belief that it's far better to give than to receive. There are 14 Bible Verses in replication of your soul. One of your beloveds was Luke 6:38.
It's still your day!
Heven and Earth are full of your Glory.
Except for interpersonal feelings, life itself is an open book. How we live it, in the words of giving, determines the epilogue, the salvation of the soul. Another passage she would quote was 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. In that as much, I've grown to understand that love is not an acronym, simply spoken at will. It can be a verb, a noun, or an adjective; all in all, a persuader. Love is one of the most intense, most powerful emotions we will experience as humans. Therefore, I'm showcasing her to the family this Mother's Day for what she has inspired in me through love.
Besides the love for life, a secure marriage, love for family, home, it is also the love of a book that completes the foundation. As with life, a book is divided into three parts. In life, we are born, we live, and we pass. How we live will be our legacy, as our souls are forever. Books are divided into three main parts: front matter, body matter, and end matter. The epitome, the matter of life, based on its title, an unread book can be only speculative in nature, in the growth of the mind. If it is not read, giving conjecture a chance to grow like weeds in a garden, inhibiting the fruit from being all it can be. We all have a purpose in life, as in Bishop T. D. Jakes' book "Destiny." I believe in destiny.
It was long ago at sea when God's hand reached out to me, along with my mother's enduringness, empowering a need in me to give inspiration through sharing. Her legacy has empowered my accumulation of a library of over 500 books. Many are listed on my website http://www.bookmystory.net/MY-LIBRARY.html with many from Audible. The rest are in print, book-covered form, a part of the aesthetic bookcase philosophy of my mind. This is not a brag but a dedication to my Mom in recognition of her indelible resolve. Some may discern my intentions. I say to them, it accentuates the "me," a point of reference, as in the stone, embellishing a fact of discipleship, cultivating a path for generational knowledge. Isaiah 28:16
To those who have read thus far, you are now in the back matter of my feelings forever more. Hopefully, the front matter caught your interest, as the fruit was in the body. Peace and the Glory of the Lord be with each and upon all in the fertilizer of God's grace!
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JULY 2023
Man in the Mirror" was written by Glen Ballard and Siedah Garrett and produced by Michael Jackson and Quincy Jones. Listen at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z9NYDgbKsBE It was released on February 6, 1988, five turbulent years after my retirement from the Navy. I was attending college, having two pre-teens. And dealing with the culture shock as a black man requiring a lot of soul searching and humble isolation to survive. So many times, I felt like giving up. But it was my mom, my dad, and my grandparents' direct and indirect teachings that I could reflect upon, giving me what I call the fuels of wisdom. The role model I have endeavored to emulate, "Against All Odds," as a grand and great granddad. Survival and instincts are synonymous. Any instinct that helps us survive and thrive can be considered a primal instinct. It's been in place for thousands of years. Miniature instincts are in place the minute we are born. To cry, to smile, and as we grow, to walk, to run, to read, to learn, to set goals, and even create generational wealth, even on a rocky road.
In 1974 I was a Facilitator in Race Relations for the Navy's UPWARD Program (Understanding Personal Worth and Racial Dignity). Standing in front of a class, which many times was hostel and closed-minded in their cultural views. Reflecting on my childhood gave me the strength to push on. The phrase, "A child should be seen and not heard." In those days, it was not an oxymoron but intrinsic. Giving way to learning to be a good listener systematically, having to leave the room when the conversation reached adult level was endemic.
In 1972 UNCF, formerly known as United Negro College Fund, rolled out a campaign. The group introduced the tagline, "A mind is a terrible thing to waste." That tagline carried me back to my grandpa Charlie Hurt. His words about man, God, and God's green earth resonated. A closed mouth and a listening ear had personified. I had unconsciously learned how not to take negativity personally. Maturing into understanding that mind control is a powerful weapon against humanity's pessimism, which is the devil's gun, the world's worst enemy, when we don't communicate soul-to-soul with God in the mix. I don't have to agree with you, but I will give respect where respect is given.
Then shall I not be ashamed, when I have respect unto all thy commandments. Psalms 119:6
Happy Mother's Day Mom
Heaven and Earth are full of your Glory