Thursday, February 17, 2011

Cry Now Smile Later


Here’s a cautionary tale about the debauchery that can be the life we live

Edited

I spent the past weekend seeing a close friend of mine and talking to him about certain things that has been an anvil chained to his ankle in keeping him stuck, drowning in his own misery. Well, I think more than misery, it’s his own self conceived notion of having dug for himself a hole so deep it’s not possible to climb back out without a rope in the form of winning the damn lottery. The false hope, and living for this fallacy is entirely why his life is in its current state of descension to begin with.....Pretty meaningless if you ask me now, the thought of living strictly for material wishes, but on second thought, considering where my mindset used to be, I feel where his hopeless sentiments come from. However, blaming your upbringing or the finances of the parents for your current state of being unproductive is a practice that's coincedentally, unproductive in itself. 

When you dig yourself into a hole, I think it’s just human nature to stare at the shovel and blame the tools that became available for you to dig, not opting to stare, at your own two wicked hands and even more, looking at yourself in the mirror, pointing the index finger on the sinful nature of your own heart in appeasing your own selfishness and for lacking the discipline to live beyond the present. You dig, not thinking about the deeper you dig the harder it will be for you to jump or climb out, but because you want to dig, you just dig not giving a damn. You can’t blame the gun, if you’re the one that pulled the trigger.

This is why God’s concept of free will becomes so hotly debated I think.....
Why does he give us the choice to begin with? Why did he place the apple there if he didn’t want us eating it? Anyways, before I start to digress anymore, my personal 2 cents on this is if you want someone to love you truly, you need to give that person a choice, otherwise that love becomes subjective.

Towards the end of the night, he was willing to concede the fact that he has a tendency to in fact, constantly shoot himself in the foot. He’s sorry, yet, he never seems to be able to escape from this habit of self destruction. (we all do, but there’s a difference)

It’s not easy to wait out your struggles of wanting to do whatever the hell you want, eating whatever the hell you want, smoking whatever the hell you want, and screwing whoever the hell you want. It’s a smile now, cry later mindset that I use to be a victim of as well. “F it”, used to be the theme behind my impulses.

I used to screw myself over with my “F it” attitude constantly, I still do.

Case in point, last Saturday night, after playing basketball so hard that my legs would tremble walking up my stairs, I went to choir practice. I was going to go home early, take my magic pills and wake up refreshed to do “ma thang” at church the following day. I get a phone call from one of “da homies” that you just have to come through for and I just say F it. I knew in the back of my mind, I don’t want to either drive 20 miles to go pick his ass up nor go place myself in an environment where I’m almost guaranteed to lose my self control via under the influence of the juice in the green bottle, but here I am sitting, back in Ktown watching over my shoulders, feeling shamed in being at a place where I can lose my cool in a split second or run into one of the young people I used to give fellowship to or even an old enemy from my past. But as the saying in Proverbs go, a dog will return to his own vomit….(by the way, I saw someone affiliated with my church at this place, I don’t think he recognized me, but damn….)

Proverbs 26:11 (New King James Version)
11 As a dog returns to his own vomit,
So a fool repeats his folly.

As I sat there and listened to his own misconceived philosophy on life, it was quite annoying to see those around me still living believing in life as dictated by one world, and not seeing the possibilities of what I testify to him, of a different world, a world where you hope in things not seen but felt. He actually called me a freak for continuously using the term, “worldly sense”, and that if I believe this notion of black and white without a gray area in between, then I am literally, in fact, a freak.

There’s nothing outrageous about what I told him, maybe a bit philosophical but really, it’s simply what’s stated in the bible. There’s a black and there is a white. It’s not about whether you fall indulgent to your natural inclinations to be self centered in all your ways and thoughts. It’s about where your heart is as I seem to always point out in all of my posts. The deeds you will yourself to do or not do isn’t what places you in the white or the black, if it was, there still wouldn’t be a gray, we would all be in the black. (okay, maybe Mother Teresa, Ghandi and that guy who burnt himself alive in Vietnam….)

My friend still thinks he’s not all that bad, that he has a good heart, that because he wouldn’t hit a girl he should be generally considered a decent human being. But this is what I mean when I say debauchery, it’s not true, the very standard he’s measuring himself against is in itself not decent. As a Christian, we have the words of God that we can measure ourselves against and it becomes quite obvious where we stand. Only by the blood of Christ we are called righteous, but aside of having accepted this in our hearts, we fail, we're in fact, NOT good, i don't have to beat up a girl to realize I'm a selfish, prideful, lustful, violent person by nature. Don’t front. We all lie, we all think and do for the most part, as we please and to say that you don’t is a debauchery within the context of being a christian, which is what he proclaims himself to be.
I just want to remind myself that I have a choice. I can smile now and cry later in torment and in eternity, or I can cry now and smile later in heavenly bliss…..forever.

I hope I don't sound like a condescending prick on my posts.....I love my friend, we know everything about each other pretty much, but i hope he finds God in his life.
God Bless.
 
Brother Jimmy
 
again, hope...is not in me....it's in YOU.  In You. it's in you.
 

Monday, February 14, 2011

Agape Love

John 13:34-35 (New King James Version)


34 A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another. 35 By this all will know that you are My disciples, if you have love for one another.”

verse of the day from Biblegateway.com

Agape Love  


Brother Jimmy




Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Body of My Soul

It’s a very surreal feeling, laying in your own pool of blood unable to move. I won’t call it an out of body experience, but not being able to feel one whole half of your body makes you realize, you are not who you are in the flesh.

7 But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellence of the power may be of God and not of us.


It’s talking about the Holy Spirit, this “treasure” inside our earthen vessels. I didn’t always have this treasure inside, I only had me, early 20s low life, stupid and mad at the world. I was an idiot who had hatred, resentment, and zero resolve to better myself.

….Absent minded of the bigger picture and always staring at the world through the narrow perceptions of others, of what I saw on TV, the streets, or what I saw through my own failures and self denials derived from insecurities. I was a mess on the inside, which becomes quite palpable to those around you because your lifestyle tends to manifests itself in your appearance. Our earthen vessel, if you will.

My earthen vessel. Since age 12, my body from the inside out had been filled with cigarettes, liquor and pot, among other things, and now here I was laying, blood spewing from a place where I didn’t feel….anything. Literally, the only thing I felt as I lay on the concrete was my shoulders and head, I couldn’t feel my lower body at all. Once I figured out what had happened, I remember thinking as the paramedics started to cut my clothes off with a scissor, “WTH, why do they have to cut my pants and shirt? damn I just bought these last week”. I’m lying on the ground, unable to move, not knowing whether I still had my package and my legs due to the loss of senses in my lower body as a result of having my nerves severed with a knife, and the first concern I have is losing my clothes. The thing is, when you live your life not thinking about the future and just living in the present, you don’t think about things like finishing school, having a family, and or how are you going to go back to work or whether or not you’re still going to be able to reproduce…..you think about….your clothes, how people perceive you at the given moment, all superficial crap. I mean, I could’ve been lying on my death bed at that moment as the crowd was gathered around me, and I’m thinking to myself, I can’t look scared or worried.

Allowing myself to be renewed from the inside, by accepting the gift of God, and attaining this hope has been an inexpressible joy, but joy seems to always be accompanied by chronic pains of struggling with the flesh.

8 We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; 9 persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed—

My mind is in a constant flux of lust, envy, and pride. Yet, I realize it’s when I am pushed on by temptations and talked crapped on by those who hate on me for one reason or another, this is when I realize, it doesn’t matter…..
It doesn’t matter because I choose to take the good with the bad, the blessing with the chastisement, it’s the world I live in. It’s about God being glorified and exalted.

I remember thinking when I regained consciousness after being transported to the hospital from being stabbed in the back in 3 different places, having my spinal cord missed by less than an inch. I thought I was going to go take vengeance, I didn’t give a damn what hood they were with, who the friends were….the only thing on my mind was I made new enemies. I started asking around, heard some things, and I was filled with even more resentment in my heart. In retrospect, I was a complete idiot and I got exactly what I deserved. People by nature are really wicked when you really consider the behavior. We never see ourselves, we only see others. I was 22. I went to a party in Riverside. I got drunk. One of my friends got into a fight. I got into a fight. It became this huge brawl and before I knew what happened, I was laying in my own pool of blood.

Back to the future…..fast forward 6 years, and I’m 28. As I take another glimpse into my past, remembering who I was on the inside or rather what I carried in my heart before accepting Christ, I can’t help but chuckle with gratitude. I point back to this incident in particular because I had built up such a high degree of hatred and anger inside me through this incident for various reasons, one reason being my subsequent discharge from the service, but I think I had to have gone through this to truly be broken before the scriptures when I went to my first retreat with our church.

I still have not regained all the sensitivity in my lower body. Apparently, severed nerves are still a bit of a conundrum in the medical field. I still have spasms from time to time in my left leg, sometimes it’s agonizing, but unlike the person I was 6 years ago, I don’t allow the body of my soul, to despair or curse as this passage shows…..it’s merely an earthen vessel. So once again, F the World and F the body. It’s about the Treasure we have inside.

God Bless.

PS

On a side and gloomy note:

I’ve been at the receiving end of some blatant slander and lies. It’s one thing to make up stories to cover up your own shame, but what’s up with the added personal attacks. If the people actually eat up the bogus crap spewing from the mouth, the only thing you’re doing is stumbling them with your lies. Let’s not place blame on others for your own spiritual failures.

I like hotdogs, but I’m starting to really hate BRATS!  how the mind can be twisted....instinct of self preservation? I don't know, just stop trying to make me look bad, it's not working as you may hope.


Brother Jimmy

...I know what i've been, but here in your arms I know what i am.......
when i don't measure up to much in this life, i know i'm a treasure in the arms of Christ.