Monthly Archives: April 2012

Before you judge

I’ve been watching ‘Couples Therapy’ and the only couple I’m interested in is DMX and Tashera.

I’ve also been following a thread that had me concerned.  A gentleman was speaking his “truth”, but where was it coming from? It sounded like a “peshat” rant.  Wait…let me explain that…

Two Hebrew terms that are gonna define my life (actually, until I learned them, I hadn’t realized how much they already had): peshat and midrash.

Peshat – simple, literal, obvious meaning

Midrash – to examine, investigate

As soon as they heard DMX’s name some people thought they knew what they were gonna get.  See the intro to the show and KABOOM. They only considered the entertainment value.  And in this day of reality TV that is uber removed from reality, I get why. But I knew better. I know men like DMX. I know women like Tashera. Genuine. Hearts of gold.  Abused. Broken.

Back to my terms – I’ve really followed them related to coursework. There’s a way to read a text on the surface and there’s a way to study a text with all of the nuances surrounding it.  You can certainly use the two ideas separately, but in order to get the most out of your study…you need both.

People in this life are the same way. You have to combine the two to truly understand who a person is.  Contextually, if you take everything they do at face value, you’ll make all your assumptions simply based on what you see. You’ll start the labeling: criminal, thug, whore, no-good-for-nothing-and-nobody.  When you start to really investigate what they’ve been through and examine their circumstances, you get a clearer picture.  Things they do start to make more sense. A person who believes they have been controlled will tend to make a point of breaking rules. A person who has never truly known love will look for it anywhere and from anyone. They aren’t attacking you personally, they simply have to make sure they won’t get hurt first. It’s actually a defense, not an offense.

Everyone who is alive has or will have gone through something so don’t think that you won’t be a person who will need someone to consider both in regard to you and the hidden parts of your life.

Before you judge, think about what you don’t know.


“Batman is actually Bruce Wayne. Spiderman is actually Peter Parker. When that character wakes up in the morning, he has to put on a costume to become Spiderman.  And it is in that characteristic that Superman stands alone.  Superman didn’t become Superman, he was BORN Superman…the red blanket with the ‘S’ was what he was wrapped in when he was born.  When Superman wakes up in the morning, he is Superman.”  ‘Bill’, Kill Bill vol. 2

Superman has no “props”. He needs no gadgets. If it weren’t for “fitting in”, he wouldn’t need the ‘costume’ he wears to cover his true self.

Your life would be completely different if you woke every morning knowing that you were born super and with that kind of power.


Hey ‘Potiphar’s wife’…DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE GURL??

Apparently not, because your actual name wasn’t even important enough to get included in the Book (even Jezebel and Delilah got a spot…just sayin’).

*Quick recap: the man Potiphar wasn’t no slouch. He was the captain of the guard. Not ‘a’, ‘the’.  Bought Joseph and set him to serve in his house. Not only did Joseph do his job well, he respected his position, his employer, and his God who put it all together. Not to mention he was a good looking kid too.  Potiphar’s wife saw it. She deliberately checked for him. She decided she was gonna ‘have’ him. Potiphar’s wife.*

Ezekiel 16: 32-34 ‘Adulterous wife, who prefers strangers instead of her own husband!  All prostitutes receive payment, but instead you give gifts to every one of your lovers. You bribe them to come to you from all around for your sexual favors! You were different from other prostitutes because no one solicited you. You gave payment and no payment was given to you. Yes, you are different.’ Potiphar’s wife.

Potiphar’s wife, you have a husband. By all accounts, you have a solid husband – balanced. He immediately came to your aid, even at your lying cry, but he also didn’t throw the book at Joseph (probably because he knew his wife).  But you chose to beg behind who YOU called a slave. If he was so beneath you, why did you work so hard to molest him? He NEVER pursued you. Actually turned you down definitively and tried to stay as far from you as possible…but you kept coming. You were so vindictive and desperate that you had to make up a way for it to look like he wanted you when he didn’t.  Why Potiphar’s wife?

Who are you anyway?


I was all ready to shine some love-light, cum-bah-yah on the world this morning, but that would be completely counter to the whole point of this blog. I don’t do fluff. Especially after I came to the full realization this morning that I’m pissed about my circumstances. And that’s been affecting everything.  That monster is slick because I hadn’t noticed how far in the thickets I was…it drained my spiritual batteries before I even realized what was happening.

I know all the Scriptures I need — He’s been feeding me with them daily.  I’m never out of prayer or my Word. Problem is that I’m also never out of my head either. I create the antithesis to every solution He’s given me. So I have the remedy…I just have a tough time actually applying it in times like these.  He’s been faithful and all that for the longest, then all of a sudden he comes along and does something (rather has me do something) I can’t explain and that I can’t see the end of.  I recognize, though, that my definition of faithfulness and His are two different things.  I HATE/LOATHE/DESPISE (add your own) it here because I feel completely bi-polar.  I know what I know in Him, but I also know what I’ve lived…and so the power struggle ensues.

Glory be to Christ that I never win out cause my side is just silly.  I will not sulk. I will not wallow.  Instead I’ll learn how to really trust in God in everything. Period.


Yep. I’m late again. But today, no conviction. I’m off the hook and cleared for this one because I had good reason.

I rested.

I know many were expecting some major emergency or grand excuse. Nope.

I rested.

I know that many would think that was the laziest, most ridiculous idea ever. RESTING? Who does that?

Exactly the point.

Resting is not about lying down and sleeping. Resting is a state of being when you’re sleeping OR when you’re wide awake.  It’s knowing that everything is fine, even if it doesn’t look like it.  Resting is being completely free from anything that happened yesterday (and the yesterday before that and the one before that). Resting is being completely free from anything that might happen today.

Resting is Peace. I’m telling you…you oughta get you some. It’ll change your life.


I wasn’t gonna write a post this afternoon. I’m already (by the time I finish) 15-20 minutes late from my standard 3:30p post time.

But I was convicted.

For those who have not heard that term, it basically means I received direct instruction on something that I hadn’t done, that my conscience won’t let me off the hook about it and I have to correct it. Now.

This has been the least productive semester I have spent in Grad school, not because I haven’t been taught anything or, in turn, learned anything. I’ve definitively received both pedagogy and edification.

It’s been unproductive because I’ve been unproductive. And in that, I have been convicted and I have to change it going forward.

This the last week and every nerve ending in my body is excited. I am sitting at a school computer getting ready to finish the last 5 pages of a final paper and the last 2 pages of a final book review – all of which need to be done in the next hour and a half. I should be stressing, but because I am very clear that I created this last-minute monster, I refuse.  Frankly, that’s what causes people to drop out of the race instead of just taking a swig of water and running on. They get caught up in the mistake and get dragged down by it.  

Thankfully, I’m not built that way.  What I will do is finish – and finish strong.

What You Do

Even with all the people in the world clamoring to get your attention, you’re actually listening for me.  You hear me.

Sometimes I don’t even know how to say what I wanna say…when I’m babbling and talking in circles. You understand every word.

People have things to do. Life is moving. But there are times when I’m needy and no one has a moment to spare. You are never too busy.

I run into what I consider brick walls a lot more than I’d prefer. Every time, you guide me to a door that I obviously couldn’t see (probably because I was running and wouldn’t just slow down).

You see me. You protect me. You strengthen me. You just do.

Thank You.