Monthly Archives: June 2017

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. ~ John 3:16

For the love of God, we proclaim, journeying along this way.
Endowing us with wisdom, to love one another, day-by-day.

Let us find grace, peace, and favor in God’s eyesight.
So, that mercy teaches us to think, speak, and do right.

Let us be charitable when we can.
And offer kind words, help, and hope as somebody’s friend.

Let us love our neighbors.
And break bread with strangers seated at our tables.

Let us seek peace, health, and wealth for all.
And not cause others, to feel belittled, downtrodden, or small.

Let us be quick to forgive.
And value everyone, demonstrated, by the life that we live.

Let us have enough joy to not be tense.
And always act, with prudence, gentleness, and good sense.

Let our little light shine for the world to see.
And then shall we declare, our Savior, has set us free.

Let us pray and never lose hope.
And face each challenge knowing, because of our faith, we cope.

Let us count our blessings.
And consider setbacks, heartaches, and failures, as life’s lessons.

Let us be renewed each morning.
And be careful to give God praise, with each sun rising.

For the love of God, we will persist, be happy and do good.
So, that we can live this day as Jesus Christ taught, we all should.

~ by E. L. Louie

God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.

“I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.”  ― Nelson Mandela

Yesterday, the idea… “Brave men and women without honor and cowardly men and women with honor all look the same, because they either do the wrong thing or they do nothing… which results in the wrong thing”. I grappled with the simplicity of the idea, confident there was philosophical and spiritual aspects that went far beyond my comprehension.

After thinking about it for a while, I thought to take a closer look at the terms, “brave”, “cowardly”, and “honor” in hopes of more insight.

Brave – having or showing mental or moral strength to face danger, fear, or difficulty.

Cowardly – being, resembling, or befitting a coward. Here, coward refers to one who shows disgraceful fear or timidity.

Honor – good name or public esteem :  reputation :  a showing of usually merited respect.

When I felt the concept “brave cowards” materializing in my mind. At first the phrase seemed too contradictory. I kept asking God… am I understanding correctly? Can such an oxymoron as “brave cowards” make sense? Then I was reminded of, 1 Corinthians 2:5,  That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.

Is there such a thing as brave cowards? Maybe there are! Maybe brave cowards are just those men and women, who overcome their cowardly ways by rejecting that which is wrong. Maybe brave cowards… sometime act honorable, because they think of others and do what is right. If only for a moment… or a lifetime… or eternity…

God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.

They profess that they know God; but in works they deny him, being abominable, and disobedient, and unto every good work reprobate. ~ Titus 1:16

Apostle Paul stated in Romans 7:21 that he’d discovered… this principle of life… that sometimes, even when he wanted to do what’s right, he inevitably did what’s wrong. That’s human nature. For we’ve all sinned and fallen short of the glory of God. That’s why we’ve got a Savior, Jesus Christ. But, what about those who speak untruths and deliberately do evil deeds?

Are their minds reprobated… corrupt and worthless? For, they’ve knowledge of God and His commandments. Still, they live fraudulent lives with little desire to please God. They behave dishonestly and selfishly. Sin’s constantly practiced, justified, and acceptable to them. Their minds tarnished against their faith in God. According to Romans 1:28, God rejects reprobates and leave them to their own devices.

As Christians… we don’t read minds and we can’t judge hearts. Do we dare to gauge the state of a person’s thoughts… based on words and works?  Compare what’s said to what’s done! Do we attempt to decide if actions reflect the Word of God?

Maybe, it’s important to examine the fruits of a person’s labor and the attributes of faith as affirmed by Jesus in Luke 9:1-27. Since, that might be a way to discern, if someone is who they say that they are. Galatians 5:22-23, speaks of love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance… as fruits of the Spirit.

For a reprobated mind rejects the faith (2 Corinthians 13:5; 2 Timothy 3:1-8), goes so far in rejection and sin that it ignores the Holy Spirit (Romans 1:18-32), and has no hope (2 Timothy 3:8-9). Those with a reprobated mind have no desire to do what’s right. This fervent desire for wrong… distinguishes the reprobate… from those whom Jesus discussed in Matthew 18:22, who sin, repent, and tries to avoid snares.

However, when words and works don’t agree and fruits are constantly corrupt… who can know a person’s desires, but, them and God? Yet, if God rejects them… reprobate silver shall they be called (Jeremiah 6:30).

God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter.

And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man. ~ Luke 2:52

Many years ago, a college student asked a philosophy professor, “Why are there no Black philosophers in our textbook?”

The professor’s immediate, casual, self-assured reply sprang forth like a lightning bolt. “Blacks didn’t have time to look up at the heavens and wonder. They were too busy tilling the soil. Struggling with hardships…  Getting to bed early… to get up the next day… to do it all over again! To be a philosopher, you had to have time to reason. Time to ponder man’s complexities and observe the universe around you. It took men of leisure… to gaze up at the starry sky and consider their existence… the scope of the cosmos… with profound insight…”

That student still has that philosophy textbook. However, she seldom opens it up. Oftentimes, she stares at it from across the room. Its prestigious emerald green spine with golden embossed letters perched inconspicuously on the third shelf of a bookcase.

But, this day… she took it off the shelf and thumbed through its pages. Imagining a young girl looking through a majestic windowpane. Her nose pressed confidently against the cool glass. Seeing in and out at the same time. It’s then that she remembers the autobiography of Booker T. Washington.

His words mesmerized, transformed, and filled her with hope. She innately grasped their meanings. Words she memorized years ago. “I determined, when quite a small child, that if I accomplished nothing else in life, I would in some way get enough education to enable me to read common books and newspapers… I was tired, I was hungry, I was everything but discouraged… I delivered my message, which was one of hope and cheer; and from the bottom of my heart I thanked both races for this welcome back to the state that gave me birth.” (Washington, 1901, pp. 27, 49, 319).

The word “education” danced around in her mind…  identified struggles… eased barriers… and gave aspiration to the precious freedom of her ancestors’ dreams.

Education… learned in the streets and down the dirt roads… learned in churches, classrooms, and lecture halls… learned from families, friends, and foes.

Education… questioning fallacies… demanding justice… discerning right from wrong… and choosing good over evil.

Education… revealing the world as it is and as it can be… alleviating poverty… improving health… generating wealth… and increasing prosperity.

For, education had amplified her learning… united knowledge with wisdom through faith… and discerned many nuances.

Abruptly, her reminiscing got interrupted by a knock at the door. She laid the emerald green book with the golden embossed letters down… beside the engraved personalized office name desk plate. She glanced at the letters… Ph.D., exquisitely imprinted behind her name. She smiled, remembering why… education matters.

She stood up and walked over to a window and peered outside. Amazed by the large diverse crowd of students gathered on the University quad… to hear her speak! She walked over to the other window in the room and looked out at the beautiful twilight sky.

Then, she bowed her head and folded her hands in prayer. “Thank you, Jesus, for education. Thank you… for the prayers, hopes, dreams… the courage and actions of those who came before me. So, that even I can look up at the heavens and contemplate the vastness of God’s creation… as my ancestors did!”

God Bless… I am Wiley’s granddaughter…