Wednesday, May 11, 2022

The Wilderness


The wilderness is hard! 


We feel so much pain, completely deserted and feel the full gravity of the battle crushing us. We feel not only the loss, and the void it left, but also feel we are suffocating. 


It’s the last place we want to be! 


The worst part is, often times, nobody knows it, but the Man in the Wilderness and us. 


But to be honest, it’s the rain, mixed with the sun, that allows us to grow and to fully appreciate the Keeper of the Wilderness shows just as much care tending to it as He does His greenest pastures! 


It’s in the wilderness, when we feel so alone, so thirsty and hurt so deeply that Jesus meets us there. He is waiting for us— patiently, lovingly, sincerely and eagerly . . . And when He sees us in the distance, He runs as hard as he can to swoop us into His mighty arms, like a child. He hugs us, wipes away our tears, encourages us, gives us His Living Water and tells us He has never left us not even now. 


In our darkest, hardest and loneliest moments . . . There is JESUS! 


“I’ve been waiting for you! I’m so glad you’re here,” He exclaims with all the tenderness of a loving Father. 


We wish we could say the same. 


The sweet embrace is everything we hoped it would be. He holds us for what feels like forever, yet really is only a few grains of sand in the hourglass of time. 


It’s what Love feels like when it wraps its arms around you. 


The pain instantly leaves. 


The wound begins its healing. 


We can breathe again. 


Jehovah Rapha performed the most complex surgery with just one touch. 


What brought us into the wilderness is forgotten in that moment. 


In the twinkling of an eye, we feel Love in a way we’ve never felt it! We feel completely accepted, validated, supported and unconditionally loved with His cloak of Mercy and Grace wrapped around us. 


And we feel, welling up inside us, something we haven’t felt since we entered the wilderness— HOPE! 


Hope that things will get better mixed with the Truth, looking into the Keeper of the Wilderness’s eyes; they already are! 


Even though, we hate the pain we feel, and that we have to go through it; we’re actually, surprisingly even, glad we’re here! 


And it’s in that same place, if we will just be still, that the Creator, who breathed the Universe into being, will teach us. We are both His prized pupil and His beloved child the apple of His eye. 


He sits us down and imparts to us all we are willing to learn— the most beautiful, yet often times simple, lessons of life. Out of His lips, they are the most profound and carefully taught lessons with Wisdom only He can breathe— things that can’t be learned in quite the same way in the warmth, and comfort, of the sunshine . . . Only in the seclusion of the wilderness. 


It’s in that place, through the noise of the storm, we will hear words that will penetrate our very beings, pierce our hearts and bring nourishment to our souls with the Truth everything will be OK. 


“I love you!” 


John Mark Brooks 

     RZN KING 

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Kissing the Waves


We humans are funny! 

First, we will chase after the wind more than we will chase after the Maker of that wind then blame that very same Maker for not being fulfilled! 

Sex, love of money, power, status, alcohol and drugs can only bring temporary happiness, while the destruction they leave in their wake simply isn’t worth it! No matter the addiction, it’s the same monster just wearing a different outfit. I’ve learned the hard way as I’ve put on my tennis shoes and chased the wind with the best of them and still do at times. 

If that’s not enough, we rarely kiss the waves. Yet, we won’t hesitate to curse the very waves that throw us on God. We will treat the shore 🌊 as if it’s our only hope . . . Our only refuge. When the truth is where the waves take us is! 

On the Rock. 

I no longer curse the waves, but praise the Keeper for sending them! 

The waves, the furnace, the storms are all meant not to destroy us, but to refine. Akin to God taking off our training wheels on our Bicycle of Faith not hoping we will wreck, but just like our parents cheering us on as we succeed! 

It took me 35 years to learn— If He puts me in the furnace, or allows me to be placed in the flames, to embrace the warmth. There are MANY reasons He allows heartbreaks, losses, disappointments and tragedies, but none is greater than whatever the ‘IT’ is to draw us closer to our Savior! 

Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not claiming I don’t sometimes let my emotions get the best of me and I’m not saying circumstances can’t temporarily cause me to lose focus because, after all, we are only human. But man, I praise the KinG for how much I’ve grown in both areas. I used to FALL APART when a girlfriend broke up with me. Now, I go through pretty serious health issues with a smile, trust and GRATITUDE! 

Perspective is EVERYTHING and the biggest thing I’ve learned is it’s all designed to make us stronger, more reliant on His glorious Presence and dependent on Him and Grace and as a tool for growth, maturity and learning contentment in all ways and in all things. 


I know the waves are rough and EVERY storm is a brutal place. It feels like it will NEVER stop raining! I know all about crying invisible tears where on the outside you look fine, but inside you’re suffocating! I know what its like to feel hopeLESS. I know what it feels like to not want to go on. I know what it feels like to be drowning and nobody knows it but you. 😢 

But the waves are not our enemy, but a friend who carries us down rough roads, so we can land in the only place we are safe— on the Rock! 

There is no greater place we can be no matter how big the waves were for us to get there! 

+Hope Abounds+ 

         JMB


Psalm 89:9

You rule the swelling of the sea;

When its waves rise, You still them.

Monday, August 3, 2020

Open Arms

In tears thinking about how disobedient I was, and still am, and ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the times I’ve failed Jesus, all the times I’ve brought dishonor to my Father and committed treason against THE KinG— the KinG of the Universe . . . The KinG of KinGs— and how FAI✝️HFUL He is, lovinG He IS and reassurinG he is anyway! In spite of it all! It TRULY blows my mind!! 

That’s why I EVERY single day I live from the beautiful intersection of Brokenness and Gratitude, which in light of everything He’s done and does, and just for Who He is, is EASY . . . When considering Who He is and His persistence, encouragement, discipline, love, mercy, grace, peace, JOY, relentlessness and ALL the other side things God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit are— It’s the easiest thing EVER to remain humble, broken and grateful. 

Because NO matter if I’m on top of the mountain, spiritually, or in the valley . . . The best I can bring is FILTHY rags and while I can’t always guarantee consistency; I can always say I will NEVER come to the Father with empty hands. 

He, just by simply being, deserves and demands more! 

When I consider Him, ALL His ways, and a Love I continually try to grasp more of . . . I, inevitably, arrive at the same conclusion— I am UNworthy and He is WORTHY and just like any subject and KinG— that’s the way it should be! 

The BEAUTIFUL, mind-blowinG thing is this . . . A subject would certainly have to clamor for the king’s attention and would be amazed at any time devoted to him or her . . . Even Cinderella had to mop floors, get a pretty dress and ride in a pumpkin to get to spend any time with the prince. 

Then had to try on a glass slipper just to prove she did. 

We don’t have to! 

We only have to prove He made the right decision in creating us and saving us . . . And you know the unbelievably great news? Even when we don’t, He loves us just the same— with the same intensity and acceptance— as if we did. 

Justification means just as if we didn’t! We have been justified by the KinG! 

THE KinG— this majestic King—  is already fixated on us in ways we simply can’t comprehend. We are the apple of His eye. He thinks we are beautiful! He has chosen us and we can have ALL the time we desire. Every single day. 

When I worship, I don’t have my arms outstretched in an effort to draw attention to myself . . . I am only desiring to draw attention to the One, Who gives me LIFE! I am not attempting to appear as one who has it all together . . . Just a grateful ragamuffin of Grace, who is worshiping the One, Who keeps it ALL from falling apart! 

In the end, I’m just a GRATEFUL orphan, who, through the cross and a simple request, became a son, stranger, who became a friend and a human being, a jar in the hands of a Potter, who is determined, bound and determined, to make a masterpiece! I am just a man, who is overwhelmed I am able to call God, the Creator of the Universe, my Father . . . 

That He fully knows ME— the REAL me— not who I strive to be, not who I am sometimes, not just the me who gets it right . . . But the one with all the warts, the one with ALL my shortcomings, Pride, lustful desires, the one who lies and disappointments, others and himself, the one who if disobedience was measured in drops could fill oceans— yes, He knows me and always has the same response! OPEN ARMS. 

✝️ That’s the Gospel ✝️

I get to be part of the KINGDOM . . . That is the greatest marvel of ALL! 

                           +Hope Abounds+
                                      JM

Saturday, August 1, 2020

RunninG Out of Time



Listen to the hidden and we will hear His Voice 
The One Who makes us a priority is the One we make a choice 
Chaos floats through the air, so I make sure I protect my Peace
For the snake to slither in, he only needs a crease 

But he needs not a crease when we’ve opened up windows and doors 
Then wondering why we get wet, as the storm rages and the rain pours 
And I don’t lessen ANY truth, but compared to the Truth, it’s LESS 
IF that offends you can search your heart, I promise you I will not stress 

Either God is Who He says He is and things will change when we seek His Face 
Or He is not, for He has lied and there is no AmazinG Grace 
Many choose to hit a knee during a song, but are we before the Creator 
And I simply pose this question, “Which impact would be greater?” 

These are just the ramblings of a clear and sober mind 
We seek sight in the darkness, while to the Light we remain blind 
With each battle we lose, we come closer to eventually losing the war 
But my question is, “Who is it you’re really fighting for?” 

In the silence, we find our strength for each day the sun will rise 
I’m just challenging us to seek Truth when we’re surrounded by the lies 
As we wonder how we can heal this great and mighty nation 
By turning to the One, Who breaks chains through His perfect orchestration 

As you read this, if you don’t agree, you don’t have to pay me any mind 
Gabriel readies the trumpet, we are running out of time! 

                             +Hope Abounds+ 
                                         JM

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Less Than

FeelinG DEFEATED?!?

FeelinG like you just can’t get RIGHT?!?

Feeling like all YOU ever do is screw uP?!? 

Are you just simply tired from the fight? 

Weary from the waging wars, raging, all around you? 

And you feel not good enough? You feel LESS than? 


I have news. Not good news, not great news and not even just awesome news. I have the BEST News EVER!

That News is Jesus. 

Romans 7:19-25




PauL, and every human being and follower of Jesus Christ, can relate to these feelings! Keep your head uP and read verse 25 over, over and OVER! 

“Thanks be to God, Who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord!!” 🙏

In verse 24, PauL laments what a WRETCHED man he is . . . Who will rescue me he asks!! The next verse he gives THE Answer. Beautiful and honest. Raw and simple. Powerful beyond measure!

Jesus WILL rescue me . . . 

Verse 24 HOPELESSness . . . Verse 25 HOPE!! 

Be encouraged! No web is TOO biG! No mistake is TOO final. No screw-up, or sin, TOO much to overcome! 

The One, who is GREATER than ALL came to die for all the LESS thans!! Our decisions, poor choices, people, disobedience and our imperfect nature will all make us feel LESS THAN, but He is the God of the . . . 

NOT QUITES 

CAN’T GET RIGHTS 

MISFITS

OUTCASTS 

ORPHANS 

And LESS THANS . . . 

For that we should REJOICE! 

Jesus, help me to seek You more than LESSER things and ALL of LIFE is exactly that— lesser things. PhiL. 3:8-9. 

                                                                +Hope Abounds+ 
                                                                          JMB



Thursday, June 18, 2020

A Broken Dream


Dear America: 


On behalf of the white people, allow me to say to my black brothers and sisters, I SEE you, I HEAR you, I mourn with you, I pray for you. I walk alongside you and my heart goes out to you. This can be, if ALL/both sides choose it . . . A WATERSHED moment of UNITY and we can come out of this stronger and better than ever as individuals, disciples of Jesus and relations between our two races! I believe in US— A BROKEN dream is not a LOST dream 🤝😢🤬😡✝️😀💪🏼🇺🇸


As many of you are probably, I am . . . Exhausted, heavy-hearted, frustrated, disappointed, sad, all of the above. 


My world view has always been ‘woke.’ It’s just who I am and how I was raised. I’ve been the one white kid on a school bus many times, in elementary school, going to Oaklawn, went to school from Kindergarten through college with you, sat beside you, broke bread with you, hung out with you at my house, endured the blood, sweat and tears of playing sports as a kid through high school with y’all. I’ve watched the Black injustice films over the years . . . MANY Black films to shed Light on injustices and systemic issues. 


I applaud and appreciate the Grey Challenge www.thegreychallenge.com, led by my brother Memphis Grizzlies, philanthropist and business man Anthony Tolliver, but my whole life has been a Gray Challenge. How do I navigate being white, while also seeing although it’s our part of our nation’s mantra— liberty and justice for all— that still hasn’t been achieved? 


I remember in 7th grade watching a film of the apartheid taking place in South Africa and knowing, in my heart and in my mind, it was indisputably WRONG! I remember reading and seeing the “hard to look at” pictures— the sit-ins, rallies, riots, the fire hoses used to spray people just because they had darker skin and the night clubs used to beat them. I remember seeing the signs above water fountains colored people drink here and white people drink there. Just like the schools themselves. From slavery to Jim Crow, all of it broke my heart, made me mad and I believe had I lived in the days of segregation, I would’ve been on the right side of it— the right side of history. I believe I would’ve been arrested for being part of the sit-in at Woolworth’s in Greensboro, been called despicable names and probably been beaten myself. 


The powerful speeches by Martin Luther King Jr. resonated in my spirit! He had a hope and a dream, just like Jesus, that we would all walk in UNITY and while there have been strides made in some ways, the DREAM and PRAYER, uttered by Yeshua/Jesus in John 17:20-26, sadly remain unrealized and unanswered. 


Any white person, who feels our government and certain systems, have not only been terribly unfair, but cruel, to people of color, I simply think you have your head in the sand or even worse not being honest. 


From the horrors of slavery to the Trail of Tears and the entire annihilation of a whole race in the Native Americans, forcing them off their land then having the audacity to think they should be applauded for giving them reservations  . . . The powers that be always have treated people of color as LESS THAN. 


That is NOT right! 


Our Government fashioned over 500 treaties with Native Americans and do you know how many it kept its word on? Exactly NONE of them!! That sickens me . . . From shackles, to rape, to murder to where we are now— changes need to take place. 


I do believe racial profiling happens and it’s not right. I also feel a person’s decisions are vital in this fight for a better tomorrow for us and for the generations to come. Racism, toward any race, is WRONG and spits in the face of the God, Who created us! But one thing, which must change, is calling when we, respectfully, disagree racism. That does nothing but trivialize when racism, in all its vileness, actually happens because we are so desensitized to hearing the word. While we should, if we choose not to CELEBRATE our differences . . . At the very least, we should TOLERATE them. 


I remember when I was little, my Mom telling me to do unto others as you would have them do unto you and to love everybody— that we are ALL made in God’s Image (red, n yellow, black and white— they’re are “ALL” precious in His sight Jesus loves the little children of the world), so I’m in a weird place with ALL this. We are to LOVE our neighbor and, news flash, our neighbor will not always look like us! 


I am not saying this to look good, but I have always seen Black people, heard them, walked with them and when I’ve seen wrong, spoken out about it . . . In other words, it DID NOT take a tragedy/tragedies for me to do that.


I’m hurting, like all of us, are, but  I would be lying if I didn’t say I feel like I’m hearing “white people” as in ALL not SOME or even many need to _______ . . . When many of us have already done said-suggested actions or always have lived their lives with our eyes wide-opened. So, that’s frustrating too!! 


Nobody likes being painted with a BROAD brush— no race and no person! I believe there are many white people, who have always ‘gotten it.’ 


There were, and are, good white people, like President Abraham Lincoln, who penned the Emancipation Proclamation, to abolitionists Susan B. Anthony, Harriet Beecher Stowe, William Seward, John Quincy Adams, William Lloyd Garrison, Henry David Thoreau, Benjamin Rush, Lucretia Mott, James Garfield, Franklin Pearce and many others . . . 


On behalf of those— I can say we do NOT like being grouped in with the close-minded, prejudice and unsympathetic! I stand on the side of RIGHT, knowing what’s wrong, and I refuse to let somebody dictate my beliefs, tell me what my stance should be and guilt me into believing, or feeling, anything. 


Let’s believe, and walk in, our own truth, which should be Truth itself vs. playing the part in somebody else’s narrative— a narrative of DIVISION! 


I will NOT walk in white guilt, while I acknowledge as a white man . . . I do have the benefit of the doubt, or privilege, as most call it. Every race, and person, should be proud of who God made them and every person, and race, has imperfections, flaws and sins of the past and present. Unfortunately, there is much blood on all our hands. 


I’ve, largely, disconnected from Twitter and Facebook, because the constant consumption and continual commentary of what’s going on. I encourage you to do the same. Your mind, heart and spirit will appreciate the rest. When we are STILL, we give ourselves a momentary reprieve of the fierce storms we continually subject ourselves to on social media. Everybody’s opinions, feelings and soap boxes, are simply too draining— spiritually, mentally and emotionally! 


It will pierce and break our spirits, while weighing us like a two-ton elephant, which is ironic because it has become the elephant in America’s living room. Over the last three weeks, when I have logged into social media, I’ve just sat back, haven’t said much and observed. If the s*#-show I’ve witnessed is any indication of fertilizer; I believe we can grow something beautiful! 


I see people who can’t even applaud peaceful protests, but have no problem pointing out just how terrible, and evil, the rioting and looting are! I read, and hear Black Lives Matter, which they do, followed by Blue Lives Matter, which they do, and it leaves me exhausted. I see the arguments, including out of all things what color Jesus was. Jesus was white, Jesus was black and guess what? Both are WRONG! Jesus did NOT have pale skin and blue eyes and He was not black. He was a Middle-Eastern man from Nazareth, Israel with brown skin. 


I see SO many celebrities, companies, movies and things getting canceled when what I wish was canceled is the notion we are on different teams! 


Most arguments lead to more division, while listening, and understanding, lead to compromise, forgiveness and reconciliation. 


I’m an empath, so I feel strongly and deeply, but we don’t have to be an empath to simply be empathetic and as I survey the broken state of today . . . I don’t see much of that or the greatest tenet we were given— not just as believers but as human beings — to LOVE! We may not understand, but we can still CARE. 





I see people, on all sides, being offended except for what we should be offended by the most . . . That we don’t have UNITY! I used to believe we are better than this, but we can not BE better until we DO better! As Christians, we must start fighting the ENEMY Satan instead of fighting each other! As people, we must put down our pitchforks and torches and exchange them for hearing aids and muzzles. 


If I’ve learned ANYTHING over the past 3 weeks, it’s this— two things can be TRUE, and just as valid, at the same time. Black Lives Matter and Blue Lives Matter! 


But two other things are also true— we can admit we have made strides of improvement over the past 50 years, while acknowledging, to quote Robert Frost, we have miles to go before we sleep! I wish we would focus on what lies ahead instead of what’s in our rearview mirror because as long as we stay fixated on our past, we will continue to crash our car— both in the present and ruining any hope for the future! 


From Jackie Robinson, George Taliaferro, Earl Lloyd to black athletes in every sport excelling and embraced. Michael Jordan, Kobe Bryant, Lebron James, Allen Iverson, Tiger Woods and so many who have used the sacrifices made by their ancestors to truly achieve greatness. From black movies to feature roles for black actors in Hollywood, like the Black Panther. From Stepin Fetchit, Lincoln Perry, Hattie McDaniel and Sidney Poitier to Denzel Washington, Tyler Perry, Jamie Foxx and Michael B. Jordan. From George W. Johnson, Chuck Berry, James Brown, Little Richard, Patti LaBelle, Aretha Franklin and Charley Pride to Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Usher, Darius Rucker, Jay-Z, Beyoncé, Kanye West, Tupac and Biggie. From George Washington Carver and Garrett Morgan to the creatives of present day, the black community is well-represented in all genres— in film and television, on the airwaves, and on courts and fields. 


From black people being teachers, lawyers, doctors, policemen, soldiers, media personalities to having the first black president in Barack Obama . . . we have made a ton of progress in our great land America. 


A HORRIFIC past does not dictate a TERRIBLE future unless we let it by refusing to LEARN from our PAST mistakes and atrocities. 


Black Lives Matter . . . Retired police chief, of 38 years, 77-year-old David Dorn, who was killed in St. Louis defending his good friend’s pawn shop— his life mattered! He was a HERO! 


All the countless young black men killed in Chiraq AKA Chicago in the thousands of murders in the Windy City— they matter! Since New Year’s day in 2010, there have been 12,000 shootings, with 14,000 people struck and over 2,000 killed in Chicago alone. Chance cares . . . Does anybody else?!? 


And finally, the millions of black lives, promising futures, beautiful potentials and amazing successes lost to abortion . . . Their lives matter too! Planned Parenthood, championed in some circles, was started by an evil white woman Margaret Sanger, who wanted to destroy the black community as she took a page out of Adolph Hitler’s book in pursuit of a ‘perfect race!’ What’s its impact now? They KILL 247 black babies EVERY DAY! Since Roe v. Wade, the benchmark Supreme Court decision, which legalized abortion in 1973, abortion has been responsible for killing an estimated 20 MILLION black babies. To put that number into perspective, that’s more than the whole black population of 1960! Even though they comprise 13% of the population, the black babies are murdered at a 36% clip in terms of the abortions in our country. Damn it, their lives mattered! But NOBODY wants to talk about that! I wish the black community would demand Planned Parenthood clinics, located in, or within foot, in 79% of black and Latina communities would demand for their doors to close! 


Heavy-hearted but HOPEful 


While the current state of our country, and race relations, leave me heavy-hearted . . . I am HOPEFUL because I KNOW Jesus loves BROKEN— He has a compulsion of HEALING, redeeming, restoring and reconciling people who are broken! 


The blood, which flowed down from Calvary, can cover ANY sin! It covers racism. It covers hate. It covers any vile, heinous, despicable act that ever happens in this fallen world.  It covers prejudices. The blood of Jesus makes me HOPEFUL! The blood sent a very simple, resolute, message throughout the history of time— NOTHING, not even this, is TOO big for God! At the foot of the cross, we are ALL loved. We are all equal and we all have HOPE! No matter how much blood is on our hands, His blood washes us clean! 


It’s that blood I pray will flood this great nation of ours. I pray we will all start seeing each other as children of God, made in His image, for such a time as this. 


I am HOPEful because there is no such thing as hopeless when we start viewing this world through the only lens that matters— LOVE! I am HOPEful because there is NO such thing as hopeLESS when it comes to God! I am HOPEful because if we can tap into our vulnerability, humanity and the deep resolve of the human spirit, we can chart a course for a not only a better future but a restored TODAY— one in which we are stronger, better, kinder and TOGETHER! 


I am HOPEful because as long as we can have the difficult conversations, continue praying, growing in humility, sympathy and understanding; I believe this complicated and DIFFICULT journey can lead to a BEAUTIFUL destination! 




Wednesday, May 6, 2020

I Will NOT be Silent

This 💩 certainly looks like premeditated, and definitely was murder, to me. Certain cases, the silence can be deafening— and I refuse to be silent!

Why? Because if the McMichaels would’ve stayed home instead of treating their neighborhood like the Wild West, taking justice into their own hands like a vigilante, Ahmaud Arbery would still be alive. What would you do if a truck pulled up, and the two occupants had weapons, and said they wanted to ‘talk?’ I believe he fought because he feared for his life— fight or flight— and tragically, the very thing he fought for . . . He lost.

All because he matched the description of a home invader? It’s unbelievable. Even IF he was the one who was breaking into homes. . . You can’t load up, both in the truck and your guns, pursue a faceless culprit, then claim self-defense! 

This may be clumsy, but my heart hurts, I’m mad, sad and I have great compassion for my brothers and sisters, who happen to have been born black. After all, we are all Imago Dei (Made in God’s Image) and none of us get to choose what race we will be. Black lives, white lives, brown lives are equal in the eyes of the Creator!

 I love y’all and when any of you hurt, I hurt. 

While it’s true, none of us get to choose our race, we do get to choose whether we stand up for what’s right and just— especially as believers. I stand, with understanding, for compassion and want justice! 

I, simply, want to say it’s incomprehensibly ridiculous this happened in February and they haven’t been arrested and it’s May 6th! I watched the video and it was heart-breaking, sickening and, once again, disappointing. We are BETTER than this as a people and better than this as Americans. 

At NO point, unless our lives are threatened, should we take the law into our own hands. Nothing but bad things happen when anyone does. This was hard to watch, and read about, but the whole purpose of this was simply addressing the elephant 🐘 in the room before it becomes one, being proactive in heading off the devil before he can try to divide us . . . as Americans and in the body of Christ. 



And while that’s important, I simply want to say I stand in solidarity and march alongside you in this hurt. Your crying does not land on deaf ears and your mourning moves my spirit. May God give us His Grace, Strength and endurance to deal with it. I think of Walter Scott, Tamir Rice, Freddie Scott, Adadou Diallo, Eric Garner and Timothy Russell and Malissa Williams (policemen shot 140 rounds into their vehicle), etc. the heart-breaking reality is, it could be the kids of some of my best friends.

Young black males are profiled, harassed and often times treated less than. I’ve seen it with my own two eyes. Not every incident is racism, but what can’t be overlooked is in many cases, there is no legal accountability or justice. Administrative leave, or even being fired, is not in proportion to a life lost. 

I do not pander to the black race, or any other race, and I am not a race-apologist, I’m proud to be white, just like every race should be proud of their own culture, race and heritage, but we must never be so proud of our race that we ignore grave injustices, turn our eye to bigotry and racism and not express our compassion to people of another race. When one hurts, we ALL should hurt! When one is wronged, we ALL are!

Black lives MATTER! ALL lives MATTER . . . Their’s NO less than mine!

Sadly, since we live in this time— I am not chasing CLOUT . . . I am chasing COMPASSION! Not just for black people, for ALL people. Compassion for orphans, compassion for those enslaved, for those being sex-trafficked, compassion for widows and widowers, compassion for those who have lost their businesses, or are struggling, wondering how they’re gonna go make their money stretch to pay their bills and keep a roof over their heads during this Coronavirus pandemic and compassion for the homeless. Compassion for the voiceless, compassion for those marginalized and compassion for the voiceless! Compassion for situations, and people, who demand it. Because guess what? ALL are deserving of compassion! 

Just like with any of us, being white, black, brown etc. doesn’t make us WHO we are . . . We are so much more than the pigment of our skin! We are ALL masterpieces and God created us to be a BEAUTIFUL mosaic not pictures of hatred and division! Damn that notion and attack from the enemy! 

So, this was just my feeble attempt at saying my heart goes out to you and even though I can’t wave a magic wand and make it all better, or rectify the situation, I simply wanted to say my heart goes out to you and like the song goes . . . You’ve got a friend in me!

On this National Day of Prayer, we should examine our own hearts about how we approach events that may not affect us directly and the ones that do . . . We should pray. asking God for justice, asking His Son’s blood to cover our racial division and asking Him to turn our hearts of stone into hearts of flesh. (Ezekiel 36:26.) 
#AhmaudArbery

Please look at attached picture. It’s a shirt I bought a few years ago, which is sadly fitting in this instance. 

+Hope Abounds+ 
         JMB 

Dream a Little Dream

Close your eyes. With your eyes closed, I want you to picture your biggest dreams. A tall order for sure. But not only your biggest d...