When I see these little “third world” guys and gals I think of the few whom missionaries have educated, who go on to post secondary education in the US, England and, France and become doctors, engineers and scientists. Most of them have to work two or three jobs while attending classes, and still they won’t give up.
To give you some idea of how low western culture was in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, most of our ancestors didn’t consider black people to be fully human beings; I’m talking about educated, professional people. Now we vilify people from the mid-east who wear facial hair. Thinking they’re all terrorists, we treat them as such. This should not be true of Christ-followers; Jesus told us to love our enemies, and pray for those who despitefully use us.
Guess I’ll climb down from my soapbox. All that from a picture of a smiling little black child.
This one got ya thinkin huh? I’m glad. It did command inspiration and contemplation. I wish beautiful things for this little guy! His spirit appears full of light- as much as I can gain from a photograph. Thank you for your thoughts. 🌞
What a ride thus far. A “journey”, if you will. The ups and downs, hard falls, and grace-filled recoveries have painted quite an image. Abstract art, though it may be, there is a rhyme and a rhythm, a heartbeat, and a pulse. The mix of colors, lights and shadows, three-dimensional electricity… the random strokes and thickness of paint tell such a story. God-willing, I keep breathing with purpose, and continue to create art with the help of my Creator.
I’ve taken an extended break from this blog (today is 3/5/20), and upon my return I am seeking to add new poetry and perhaps revise some of the thoughts and ideas within my older writings. I seek to express truth. I praise God for the renewal of my mind! (Romans 12:2). I will revise or delete as I feel lead. I see the poetic expressions herein as reflections of my emotions, circumstances, enemy influences, pain, temptation, and even substance abuse- ALL PART OF MY JOURNEY. I do not seek to hide the parts of my journey that have brought me closer to my Maker, but I encourage all assertions in my poems be checked against the Truth of the Word. I desire to share light and hope, which I recognize more brilliantly now after walking through the darkness.
“Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and He will establish your plans.” Proverbs 16:3
Comments on: "I’m Here…" (4)
what a happy face, this made me smile so big:) happy words, happy smiles!!!
😃 Right on!
When I see these little “third world” guys and gals I think of the few whom missionaries have educated, who go on to post secondary education in the US, England and, France and become doctors, engineers and scientists. Most of them have to work two or three jobs while attending classes, and still they won’t give up.
To give you some idea of how low western culture was in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, most of our ancestors didn’t consider black people to be fully human beings; I’m talking about educated, professional people. Now we vilify people from the mid-east who wear facial hair. Thinking they’re all terrorists, we treat them as such. This should not be true of Christ-followers; Jesus told us to love our enemies, and pray for those who despitefully use us.
Guess I’ll climb down from my soapbox. All that from a picture of a smiling little black child.
This one got ya thinkin huh? I’m glad. It did command inspiration and contemplation. I wish beautiful things for this little guy! His spirit appears full of light- as much as I can gain from a photograph. Thank you for your thoughts. 🌞