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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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I Slipped Away
