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Thursday 28th August, 2014
Tree of Knowledge
The tree of knowledge
Heard something peculiar today. A guy at the barbershop referred to the internet as "The Tree of Knowledge. He wasn't anyone special, just some guy in the barbershop clowning around. There's always someone in the barbershop clowning around.
"She invited me up to her place and fixed me some spaghetti, I didn't leave the apartment for a month! And don't drink the lemonade!"
"Lemonade?" One of the Barbers added.
"Yeah, Man! Lemonade, Koolaid, Countrytime, whatever!"
"What're you talking about?" One of the other barbers asked.
"The cake, Man! The cake!"
"What cake?"
"Don't you know Chris Brown's song 'The Cake'! The cake, Man! The cake!"
"What're you talking about?"
"The cake, man! There's Voodoo spell in the cake! And there's one for lemonade, too! The girls in the back chimed in and put in their two cents:
"I don't need that to get a man."
"Whatcha say Kate, you don't need no voodoo to get you a man?" My barber chimed in with a laugh.
"I throw some of this on 'I'm!" She snapped her fingers and threw her head back.
"Whip it on me!" The first barber shouted.
"Sho' you right!" I said.
"It's true do'." The fool added, "check the internet!" That's when he said it: "everything's on the internet. It's like 'The Tree of Knowledge'." A vision hit me of the tree of knowledge as a metaphor for the internet! He is right! Everything anyone wants to know is right there at there finger tips, the secrets of the universe, all they have to do is press search button!
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Saturday 09th August, 2014
The Winds of Change
The Winds of Change are Blowing

My marriage of 30 yrs may be coming to an end, I may lose the house I built 17yrs ago, I'm retiring from the job I've had for over 25 yrs, and I've ended my association with my home church that I grew up in for almost 50yrs!
Here's a brief ...read more
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Saturday 05th July, 2014
The Real Trick
The real trick
I guess I'll start w/last Thur after we left the mtg. She was waiting for me in the car, and the car wouldn't start. I pulled a knee jerk reaction and asked her "did you even go to the meeting?" Of course she went. My car is a used squad car that I picked up a the state ...read more
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Monday 04th February, 2013
I Slipped Away
I Slipped Away

I slipped away, the other day,
But before I did, I stopped to pray;
I asked the Lord to comfort you,
And see you all safely through.
I asked the Lord to wipe all your tears away,
And give you grace for today.
I prayed for my family as I've always done,
That you would come to know God's dear son.
And for all my kindred, saints and friends dear,
I just prayed that you all meet me up here.
So look up, my friends as you bid me "so long"
I finally made it to my brand new home.
I'm not in pain, no longer you see,
But this time, God came and just set my spirit free.
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Tuesday 29th January, 2013
Mr. Someone Else
The church is saddened by our recent loss. One of our most valued parishioners has passed on ó Mr. Someone Else. The death of Mr. Else creates a vacancy which will be quite diffi cult to fi ll. This is so, of course, because Someone Else has been with us for many years. During each of those years, he did far more than a normal personís share of the work, the giving, and the commitment involved to make a church function. Many of our people cannot even imagine a time when Someone Else was not with us!
Whenever a task was to be done, his name was at the top of so many peopleís lists. Theyíd often even say, ďSomeone Else will do it.Ē Whenever there was a need for a volunteer effort of any kind, individuals were certain that Someone Else would be ready and waiting to step forward.
Also, it was just common knowledge that this man was one of the most committed donors in our church family. Any time a financial need was announced, people just naturally assumed that Someone Else would take care of the need. Someone Else was truly a wonderful person; of course, if people are honest, they will acknowledge that far too much was expected of him. And so, we sadly realize that Someone Else is gone, and we cannot depend on him any longer. When you are asked, now and in the future, to increase your commitment, your willingness, and your giving, please remember that Someone Else can no longer fi ll that gap ó itís up to you!
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Sunday 27th January, 2013
A Respected Family Member
This is something I picked read years ago that I didn't want to forget.
Listen to this story told by someone some time ago:
ďI remember the time when all of us, after the evening meal, gathered around the Word of God. My father led us and read from the Holy Book. All of us got a ...read more
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Monday 02nd July, 2012
Interesting conversation
Tyson: So you believe in God??

Dyson: Absolutely, sir.

Tyson: Is God good?

Dyson: Sure

Tyson: Is God all-powerful?

Dyson: Yes.

Tyson: My friend died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of ...read more
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Thursday 28th June, 2012
Men Of My Tribe: K3
K3: Did I tell you that my grandson is a little person? Heís a dwarf. My wife cried one night when she thought about it, about how the world would treat him and always ďlook downĒ on him. Me, I donít cry, at least not about that. I feel blessed above all others that God would send such a special ...read more
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Saturday 23rd June, 2012
Men of My Tribe: Update
Update: I know it's been awhile, let me catch you up. Back in Nov. my son Jr. And his family moved to Cleveland looking for work. At the time I agreed with the move. We were hard hit by this "it's not a depression recession".†
He had to do what a man has to do to take care of his family, and ...read more
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Friday 28th October, 2011
Men of my Tribe: The Rev. Dr.
Men of My Tribe: The Rev Dr.
I believe heís as close to perfect as humanly possible. He did everything youíre suppose to do, the way youĎre suppose to do it: Education over athletics, marriage before sex, (well, at least before children). Sacrifice and self-discipline are his strengths. ...read more
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Monday 24th October, 2011
Men of my Tribe: Me
Men of My Tribe: Me
Iíll open up a little; some times I get jealous of those of you with fathers, even the ones with bad fathers. Say what you want, but they love their sons, and arenít afraid to say so. Itís more than I got, and itís more than Iíll ever have; and not all the prayer or ...read more
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Friday 30th September, 2011
Men of my Tribe: Nate the Great
Men of My Tribe: Nate the Great
Nate was Assistant to the Governor, (Mayor Archer of Detroit described her as a legal genius). Heís one of those highly efficient people that God has placed in my life, and far be it from me to look a gift horse in the mouth. Heís gone into the ministry. Iíd ...read more
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Thursday 29th September, 2011
Men of My Tribe: My Golf Partner
Men of My Tribe: My Golf Partner - Blanche Martin

To my dismay, when I first met Blanche I didnít know who he was, or anything about him. It was shortly after Bro. Morgan passed I believe, I know it was fall. The golf season had ended, but I was out at the golf range hitting a bucket ...read more
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Tuesday 27th September, 2011
Men of my Tribe
She died: Sara, Rahimís mother. I guess Iíve been gone awhile, Iíll have to catch you up: Last I remember I was on my way to see Rahim. I remember being so worried about what I would say to him, I never thought about he wouldnít be there. He wasnít, and I never did get to see him. The next time I ...read more
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Monday 02nd May, 2011
Men Of My Tribe
Men of my tribe: Devin is what's it's all about. I first met this kid driving the church van. I picked him up from Sis Willie Dawson's. Her and her sister, Sis Norris, pick up extra money hosting foster children, and Devin is the latest in a line of them.
I remember being in sunday school and telling the adult men's class that I really don't like that kid. He walks like everybody can waiting for him. When he gets in the van I say hello, good morning, or whatever and he just sits there with that smug look on his like I work for him, and I'm beneath his notice, or like I'm not worth talking to.
Deacon Walker was telling me that you can't assume what he's feeling, and that you have to get to know a kid first.
That's when I decided to get involved. It's our (the village/tribe) responsibility to raise children that we like. It's too easy, and common for people to walk around here and say "kid's these days, and "this generation". If we don,t like "kid's these days", and/or "this generation" it's because "we" the "village/tribe" has failed them some how. Either we have failed to be good role models, or we've miss treated their mothers, or perhaps like me, we've failed to get involved.
When Sis Dawson was in the hospital I agreed to watch Devin for a few hrs after church so Jackie could go take care of her mother, Sis Dawson. I really would've let him stay the night, except he had school.
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Wednesday 09th February, 2011
If
Love This!
Rudyard Kipling
If
IfIf you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster And treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to broken, And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breath a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on"; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run - Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!

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Tuesday 08th February, 2011
Slavery 2 Freedom
From Slavery to Freedom

By

Keith M. Rodgers

The College of Osteopathic Medicine kicked off its eleventh annual Slavery to Freedom: An American Odyssey on Thursday, February 3rd at 5:00pm. Leading off this series was Dr. Bernice Johnson Reagon who has ...read more
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Tuesday 01st February, 2011
Our Greatest Fear
Our Deepest Fear
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented ...read more
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Tuesday 30th November, 2010
P.U.S.H
Pray Until Something Happens



A man was sleeping at night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with bright light and the Savior appeared. The Lord told the man He had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin. The Lord explained that ...read more
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Monday 29th November, 2010
Men Of My Tribe: Uncle AJ
Men Of My Tribe: Uncle A.J.: Saturday was the celebration of my Uncle A.J. and my Aunt Lucilleís, (not Lucy!), 59th anniversary. It was beautiful. I think thatís how I want this story to end, in a celebration of a fulfilled life, not in a funeral.
I was supposed to have a Scrabble party, ...read more
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Tuesday 23rd November, 2010
Men Of My Tribe: Junior
Junior: Keith Jr, my son. Sunday morning didnít get off like I wanted. I actually woke up around 3am and forced myself to stay in bed. I dozed in and out till sixish. I didnít really want to get up except I had to use the bathroom. I probably shouldíve started getting ready for church, but I had ...read more
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Wednesday 17th November, 2010
Men Of My Tribe: Rahim
Iím on my way to see Rahim: To tell you about Rajim I must start at the beginning: We were in the last portion of our afternoon service in our Pastorís Anniversary celebration. I was sitting in the back row with the rest of the ushers. Sis. Hurd had asked me to sit in the back and help her keep an ...read more
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Tuesday 16th November, 2010
Men Of My Tribe
It takes a whole village to raise a child: This Igbo and Yoruba (Nigeria) proverb exists in different forms in many African languages. The basic meaning is that child upbringing is a communal effort. The responsibility for raising a child is shared with the larger family (sometimes called the ...read more
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Friday 11th December, 2009
Riding the Witch II
Things are getting a little crazy around here. As you may or may not know, my sister-in-law has been sick for a long time. Recently, she had her leg amputated. The question is "was it really necessary"? True: she's a diabetic/alcoholic, but did the hospital/administration/or the Doctor amputate ...read more
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Wednesday 14th October, 2009
collecting poems
My friend, Alfred Morgan, passed. He was buried at Fort Custard in the Military cemetery with all honors. It was beautiful. Everyone showed up and said nice things. This is one of the poems I collected. I first read this when I was in the hospital having my appendix removed 15 years ago. It keeps popping up. Moreover than not it always seems to express how I feel at the moment, and I always find comfort and answers in it.


I asked God for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.
I asked for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn to obey.
I asked for health, that I might do greater things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.
I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.
I got nothing that I asked for but everything that I had hoped for,
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.
I am among all men most richly blessed
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