Sunday’s Blessing – 05/05/2025

May you experience God’s promise from Ps 91:16:

“With long life I will satisfy him and show him My salvation.”

And that life would be the abundant life provided through Christ

Full of grace and truth about our Creator

May each day be met with wonder and zeal for your purpose

To be a reflection of Christ to your world

To take each step as you follow the Spirit’s leading

To display the Kingdom of God to those you meet

May end each day with confidence found in trusting Christ

To lie down and rest in the assurance of God’s love

To dream about things yet to be experienced

To be refreshed by the Comforter

May 4, 1969 - A Day of Infamy

May 4, 1969 – A day which will live in infamy. As long as I have a mind to think with, a mouth to speak, and breath in my lungs, I will declare the praises of my father, Azell Leroy Harris. He literally gave his all. Not just that day when he gave the ultimate sacrifice in performance of his duty as a Birmingham Police office. He gave his all every day: loving and caring for his family, serving the widows in the community by performing minor repairs and such, mentoring young boys through the Cub Scout program, mentoring young men through Boy Scouts, serving his congregation as a deacon in the Baptist church, serving his country through the army reserves, and probably a few more that I never even knew about.

Fifty-five years ago. I was only nine at the time. I have a few memories of my father, but I have learned so much about him through others I’ve had the opportunity to speak with as I got older. Every person describes him using almost the same words. Kind, gentle, loving, giving. Even though he was not a man of letters, I read for the first time a letter he wrote to his mother while he was serving in the army. Seeing those words on the page was very surreal. It made me wish even more that he had been given to writing or journaling. I would have cherished every word.

Having made it to 64, I have beaten the odds of my family heritage. Only one generation of Harrises out of the past five made it beyond 52. I never met any of my father’s lineage. I’m very grateful to have all of my siblings still living. We have made a commitment to gather more frequently. I hope we can.

I encourage you to take time today to call your parents if they are still living. Better yet, go see them. If they are no longer living, then consider writing them letters to express your feelings for them. Even though they will never see it, you will. And your family if you have any left. Even if the relationship was strained, or even hostile, write something anyway. Find a way to see the good. You may not know all they were dealing with, or what their history looked like. Maybe through your words, you can begin a new trajectory for your family to live from going forward. It’s said that words are cheap, but after you are gone, only the words you chose to record will be heard.

To, Too, Two, Tutu

To, too, two, tutu: English is hard. However, it takes the same amount of breath to bless as it does to curse. Most of my writing these days has been finding ways to speak blessings. It totally changes your state of mind when you think of ways to speak positively about someone instead of finding ways to tear them down.

For many, the curses come much more freely than blessings because very little though is spent spewing negativity. It's really not surprising. It's all around us. We are constantly bombarded with it at every turn: human interaction in public spaces, the news media, social media, etc. Before giving the knee-jerk response of negativity, take a minute and find something pleasant to say. I don't mean you have to "lie" about the subject at hand which you may loathe. Simply speak on another matter which you can share something uplifting. (A bit of commentary. FB dictionary doesn't even contain the word "uplifting".) That should tell you something.

The idea of blessing is not just for conversations. Take time to write down specific things you would like to share with others; possibly a mate, a friend, a child, a coworker, etc., and then give it to them in print. That way you can be certain you communicate it as clearly as possible, and it can also become a keepsake for them. Try it once or twice. I think you may like it.

Sunday’s Blessing – 04/28/2024

May you be renewed by the presence of the Lord

As though being born anew

Like a newborn with every bit of life ahead of them

You have not missed anything

May today be the beginning of days for you

Just as God said to Israel after they left Egypt

Four hundred years were simply wiped from the slate

Because a new life had begun for each of them

May you find joy and peace for your new journey

As you are greeted with new mercies every day

And forgiveness as you walk with the Lord

And hope as the Father sings over you His songs of deliverance

Sunday’s Blessing – 04/21/2024

May you be drenched by the rain from Heaven

As God showers you daily with new mercies

As you bask in the grace of the Lord

As you are led, step by step, by the Spirit

May the living water flow freely from you

To keep you cleansed

To provide hope and healing to your world

To water others who may be parched

May the rivers of living water overwhelm you

To provide deep waters to swim in

To carry you in your purpose

To make deserts blossom

Sunday’s Blessing – 04/14/2024

Sunday’s Blessing – 04/14/2024

May you never lose sight of the excitement of Easter Sunday

Because God’s resurrection power is present every moment

Because two thousand years doesn’t diminish the forgiveness accomplished by Christ

Because you still need God’s new mercies every day

May you live with the revelation that you have been made spotless

Spotless now, not then

Spotless regardless of whatever

Spotless by His righteousness in us

May you marvel every day at the wonder of these truths

That God loves you. Period.

That Jesus forgave you. Period.

That you are free to love others from this place

Sense, Since, Scents, Cents

Sense, since, scents, cents: English is hard. Communication is harder. I wish I knew another language besides English. I took some Spanish in college, but never anything beyond the required 2 semesters. I feel that my disdain for English would probably be quelled by the complexity of other languages. They are probably all difficult. However, I feel English is complicated by "melting" all kinds of things from many languages. Regardless, I still hate English as a form of communication. Unfortunately, I have no valid alternative.