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The Carpenter’s Son

I really thought I was done for the day. I mean. I can find revelation in just about anything. But,I have never written and/or published this many blogs in one day. Must be somethin bout this 7th day. Completion and perfection or whatever. Anywho.

My auntie was singing this song, I Know it Was The Blood:

1 I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood,
I know it was the blood for me.

Refrain:
One day when I was lost
He died upon the cross.
I know it was the blood for me.

2 They whipped him all day long,
They whipped him all day long,
They whipped him all day long for me. [Refrain]

3 They pierced him in his side,
They pierced him in his side,
They pierced him in his side for me. [Refrain]

4 He never said a mumblin’ word,
He never said a mumblin’ word,
He never said a mumblin’ word for me. [Refrain]

5 He hung his head and died,
He hung his head and died,
He hung his head and died for me. [Refrain]

6 He’s coming back again,
He’s coming back again,
He’s coming back again for me. [Refrain]

I started to say what I’m gonna write. I think I had already told her I was done. I know I told her this was the most and a lot. But the lady gassed me up. Real churchy. Talmbout that’ll preach and you’re walking real heavy. So here goes.

Some of this came from a messaage years ago. I don’t remember when or who and all that was said.

But. Tonight I asked my auntie if she realizes how. ntentional God was for Jesus to be born to a carpenter. He had to hear wood, the thing he came to die on, be manipulated, nailed, sawed, every single day until he was 30 and went into public ministry.

He had to have been taught his father’s trade. He could have been born to a publican, a priest, a levite, a fisherman, anybody else. But he was born to a carpenter. He had to be reminded of his mission daily.

Now this is for sure from the message. The preacher said something like could you imagine Jesus, as a baby, breastfeeding, hearing the sounds of Joseph with the wood and stopping to take note. Crazy.

I’m so glad it happened. However it happened. I’m so glad Jesus did it despite his human feelings, asking if the cup could pass but giving us the perfect example to accept the will of God in spite of ourselves and our feelings.

I’m really done now. I did Proverbs early so I wouldn’t be on here late and sleepy. Yet, here I am at almost 11. Ha. You’re gonna have to find the Scriptures yourself on this one. Lol. But it’s been a good God day!

Second Class Citizens

I’m black in America

I’m supposed to live

In the land of the free

And the home of the brave

I’m supposed to believe and dream

If I work hard

This dream turns into a life fulfilled

But all it seems to come back to

Is the notion that I’ll never be enough

My black brothers and sisters

Are merely second class citizens

Blood continues to be spilled

Our churches burned

Our culture appropriated

We elected someone

Full of melanin

We are now post-racial

Racism is over

Yet so many have lost their lives

He gets no respect

Racism seems worse than it’s ever been

This is my country

This is my home

I’m supposed to be proud

“Proud to be an american

Where at least I know I’m free”

But am I really free

Or am I one wrong decision

Away from a bullet or a cell

As a kid

I never knew

The evil this world still held

I grieve for the lives lost

I am fearful for what the future holds

Money buys a lot of things

The NRA has bought Congress

Gun safety is a low priority

Education takes a backseat

While the rich get richer

And the poor get poorer

We talk about these injustices

Grand juries indict or they don’t

People are convicted or the aren’t

But nothing’s changing

Nothing’s better

At times I feel like

Me and my people

Are nothing more

Nothing less

Just simply seen as

Second class citizens