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Friday, May 23, 2008
AS YOU ARE...
A casual wander down the alley of Ecclesiastes, should soon bring you to the curious tree on Avenue Three; yes you know it,…the very one of which, according to the famous Solomon Wise, had its first eight fruits with a tang that pretty much sets your teeth on edge. Forgotten already, well let me refresh your memory: “There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven…” he began to say of them… “a time to be born and a time to die…” he further typified. Now I’ll hold the thought right there.
Just over a fortnight ago, I witnessed one of the most dramatic events that has left such an acid impression on me in the longest while. By the time you are done speed-reading this through I trust I’d have given you such good reason to give yourself a ‘drop dead’ punch every morning to remind you of the rare opportunity of popping your eyes open to a living world that day. I’d have been the more glad though if I were the unfortunate one dishing you one hefty punch after another…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh what displeasure that would give me.
One fine lady once having walked down the aisle with glee did share solemn vows with the man of her dreams. Approximately a year on, this lovely young couple was ready to receive their first bebe…what could make them happier than to find their signature congealed alongside them that literally fulfill the timeless adamic mandate – don’t tell me you dunno know which one. Her glad gaze took in bebe’s fitted features briefly staying her stare into its tiny slited eyes; then her tired hands perhaps did take a swipe to caress the wet yet tender cheeks of the little wonder…at best, that was the last directed chore she ever performed. The very last.
May 10th 2008. Mid morning: her kill-joy motionless remains sumptuously reclined in a cosy casket right before a black clad, visibly shaken throng of sympathizers – much much more than did witness the wedding. Every other expression but smiling faces and starry eyes glared down upon the goner a last time more. Casket closed, tributes read; sermon heard, sirens blared; dust kissed dust and all was done. Amidst it all, this expression still lingers now…from a preacher’s lips it came: as you are so was I; as I am so shall you be!
I won’t scurry far…I shall say what I’ve gotta say now. Have you thought your life over lately, have you taken a really good look at the you who walks with your feet and talks with your mouth? Simply put: what are you becoming? Is the you of yesterday proud of the you that is today? Oh, and on the morrow’ shall the you that would have become then look back to you today and heave a sigh of relief or rather wear a fancy long face in disbelief; to wit: oh what wasted years! Whitherso you walk a fine line or meander down crooked, shadowy paths, you are your best judge. Hmmm…and the pithy part is that whichever trail you tow you are sure headed for a Refiner’s Fire.
No, I’m not cussing at you? Check it…I’ve been first to have ventured here. Friend, this is familiar ground, this is home. I’ve been beat down and still soaking wet from pondering over what I’m becoming…. Come to think of it, that’s why I’m poking at the keyboard at 2 am; when some sticky eye pine for some wanted slumber – could be pretty bad, see? Oh, have you checked the last time I posted a right-up…sorry, write-up on this blog, I needn’t say more. I’ve got to be here each week with something worth your read…that’s where I’m going buddy.
But really, if there is a time and a season for everything under the Sun then today is our time…now is your season to live The Dream! A basket – make that a cee – will no doubt find you on a certain day while you climb down the sixth floor. Oh yes, it will. You know, you’ve been born…and by time’s season so will you…. So why not sit up and live it now!!!! In the book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ (the same one you know), the Spirit pens down something for seven churches – I’m a dozen-and-a-half of them – and I’m well lettered by what He asks of the fifth church: be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfect before God. Don’t give me that look...you can go check it for yourself (Rev. 3 vs. 2).
I presume we don’t yet know when we’ll become like my sweet lady of blessed memory – and of course, of the opening paragraphs, - but we are today what she was (bless God!) and still have the things that are ours’ which remain and that may well be ready to die. Kwame just pick your sorry-self up, lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes, get some muscle on your browning, unadventurous teeth and get down enlarging the borders of your territory. That’s not a proposal, that’s a command!
Now how about those chunky daily punches, think I should still do you the honours. Talk to me!
Just over a fortnight ago, I witnessed one of the most dramatic events that has left such an acid impression on me in the longest while. By the time you are done speed-reading this through I trust I’d have given you such good reason to give yourself a ‘drop dead’ punch every morning to remind you of the rare opportunity of popping your eyes open to a living world that day. I’d have been the more glad though if I were the unfortunate one dishing you one hefty punch after another…ahhhhhhhhhhhhh what displeasure that would give me.
One fine lady once having walked down the aisle with glee did share solemn vows with the man of her dreams. Approximately a year on, this lovely young couple was ready to receive their first bebe…what could make them happier than to find their signature congealed alongside them that literally fulfill the timeless adamic mandate – don’t tell me you dunno know which one. Her glad gaze took in bebe’s fitted features briefly staying her stare into its tiny slited eyes; then her tired hands perhaps did take a swipe to caress the wet yet tender cheeks of the little wonder…at best, that was the last directed chore she ever performed. The very last.
May 10th 2008. Mid morning: her kill-joy motionless remains sumptuously reclined in a cosy casket right before a black clad, visibly shaken throng of sympathizers – much much more than did witness the wedding. Every other expression but smiling faces and starry eyes glared down upon the goner a last time more. Casket closed, tributes read; sermon heard, sirens blared; dust kissed dust and all was done. Amidst it all, this expression still lingers now…from a preacher’s lips it came: as you are so was I; as I am so shall you be!
I won’t scurry far…I shall say what I’ve gotta say now. Have you thought your life over lately, have you taken a really good look at the you who walks with your feet and talks with your mouth? Simply put: what are you becoming? Is the you of yesterday proud of the you that is today? Oh, and on the morrow’ shall the you that would have become then look back to you today and heave a sigh of relief or rather wear a fancy long face in disbelief; to wit: oh what wasted years! Whitherso you walk a fine line or meander down crooked, shadowy paths, you are your best judge. Hmmm…and the pithy part is that whichever trail you tow you are sure headed for a Refiner’s Fire.
No, I’m not cussing at you? Check it…I’ve been first to have ventured here. Friend, this is familiar ground, this is home. I’ve been beat down and still soaking wet from pondering over what I’m becoming…. Come to think of it, that’s why I’m poking at the keyboard at 2 am; when some sticky eye pine for some wanted slumber – could be pretty bad, see? Oh, have you checked the last time I posted a right-up…sorry, write-up on this blog, I needn’t say more. I’ve got to be here each week with something worth your read…that’s where I’m going buddy.
But really, if there is a time and a season for everything under the Sun then today is our time…now is your season to live The Dream! A basket – make that a cee – will no doubt find you on a certain day while you climb down the sixth floor. Oh yes, it will. You know, you’ve been born…and by time’s season so will you…. So why not sit up and live it now!!!! In the book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ (the same one you know), the Spirit pens down something for seven churches – I’m a dozen-and-a-half of them – and I’m well lettered by what He asks of the fifth church: be watchful, and strengthen the things which remain, that are ready to die, for I have not found your works perfect before God. Don’t give me that look...you can go check it for yourself (Rev. 3 vs. 2).
I presume we don’t yet know when we’ll become like my sweet lady of blessed memory – and of course, of the opening paragraphs, - but we are today what she was (bless God!) and still have the things that are ours’ which remain and that may well be ready to die. Kwame just pick your sorry-self up, lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes, get some muscle on your browning, unadventurous teeth and get down enlarging the borders of your territory. That’s not a proposal, that’s a command!
Now how about those chunky daily punches, think I should still do you the honours. Talk to me!
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