There is this Bear. It haunts me. It stalks me. It's ever on my heels. In my mind, I've turned to confront this beast. In my mind, I've slain this nuisance several times. I've killed it, at times, with my bare hands. Other times, I've killed it with a knife or by bashing its skull with a heavy rock. Again, only in my mind. This Bear is forever behind me. I feel his breathing on my calf as I walk. Some days I'm able to maintain stride without panic, but on others I run.......but only for a bit. For I know the Bear will always be there. Who's the Bear?
Then, there's They. They has always been wiser than any parent I've ever known. They gives the best advice and knows everything. They is smart, while parents and teachers are the obvious idiots. They is always prime choice. Self inflicted blindness they suffer when we enlighten them to the They we know. They pays no bills, provides no shelter, clothing or transportation. I've never seen They come home with groceries or needed supplies. Who is They?
They seems to have more power over society than Truth. Everybody is speaking regurgitations of what They said. We tend to join the millions of They-sayers, without question. They plays on emotions and feelings, much like some preachers and politicians, in order to gain traction, favor, or even profit. They has no problem watching us tear ourselves apart, killing each other because They painted just the right picture in our minds to make us hate, dislike, and distrust one another. Under the influence of They, we feel no pain. We realize not the damage we do to us. If ever and whenever we feel the burn, we only find one good arm left (in most cases the right), with which we amputated the other along with our legs, while intoxicated by They. They is dangerous.
There is an approach we can take when our kids or others come to us with all the great things that They said. It's an approach that most adults should be familiar with by now, especially parents. The example comes from none other that the Truth and the Life, Jesus Christ: "When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of Man is?' 'They replied, 'Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But what about you?' he asked. 'Who do you say I am?' Simon Peter answered, 'You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God (Matthew 16:13-16).'”
We are often quick to respond to controversial, questionable, sensitive, and potentially damning things with what "They" said, but God has no interest in They, when He's dealing with YOU! What's in YOUR heart, He wants to know! What are YOUR thoughts, He wants to hear! Yes, He already knows, but it's not until YOU speak YOU that He can either build a temple of Truth in your heart or begin the demolition process of the falsehoods you've allowed They to establish in His territory. Accountability for YOUR life is all on YOU, not They!!
My fellow Americans, can you see it? Can you see where we are heading? Do you feel it? Are we being cornered, finding ourselves boxed in by the circumstances of amoral practices of powers that be? I believe that there is a way out. There is always a way out. I see an exit of which I'd say the majority of Americans, if not all, have heard.
"When Solomon had finished the temple of the Lord and the royal palace, and had succeeded in carrying out all he had in mind to do in the temple of the Lord and in his own palace, the Lord appeared to him at night and said: 'I have heard your prayer and have chosen this place for myself as a temple for sacrifices. When I shut up the heavens so that there is no rain, or command locusts to devour the land or send a plague among my people, if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land. Now my eyes will be open and my ears attentive to the prayers offered in this place. I have chosen and consecrated this temple so that my Name may be there forever. My eyes and my heart will always be there. As for you, if you walk before me faithfully as David your father did, and do all I command, and observe my decrees and laws, I will establish your royal throne, as I covenanted with David your father when I said, ‘You shall never fail to have a successor to rule over Israel. But if you turn away and forsake the decrees and commands I have given you and go off to serve other gods and worship them, then I will uproot Israel from my land, which I have given them, and will reject this temple I have consecrated for my Name. I will make it a byword and an object of ridicule among all peoples. This temple will become a heap of rubble. All who pass by will be appalled and say, ‘Why has the Lord done such a thing to this land and to this temple?’" (2 Chronicles 7:11-21)
Lord, I pray for our nation, our country, our people. I pray for every colorless, race-less, faction-less, soul standing under our flag. For you have made us to be Yours and Yours alone. Forgive us our trespasses against You, God. Forgive us for our worship of other gods, in our nation; the gods called money, capitalism, technology, racism, pride, and selfishness. Lord God, I pray that you touch our hearts with vision by which we can see clearly the detriment these false gods have brought upon our lives. Give us the courage to complete your command in Deuteronomy 12:3 when You said, "Break down their altars, smash their sacred stones and burn their asherah poles in the fire; cut down the idols of their gods and wipe out their names from those places." Lord, wipe out the rash of false prophets and pastors we suffer in so many communities. Help Your people to recognize the wool clad wolves when they appear. We cannot do any better for ourselves or for this country without You, God! Help the people of this great nation to remember You Lord, recall all the blessings that You've bestowed, and to understand Your Heart better and what Your Love dictates. You are great, Almighty God, and there is none greater to be found in the universe! I love you God. I praise you God! I ask these things of You, Lord, because I know for a fact that You are able. I've seen what You can do. It was traces of Your hand found in my heart, at 5 years old, on that operating table! It was your presence in my blood, at 14, when my blood sugar was high enough to kill me! It was Your grip that pulled me out of darkness and into the marvelous Light, You named Jesus in 1998! God, I know that You have the whole world in Your hands. Please hear my cry and the cries of all others who fear where this country is headed. God, I will not ask for President, in the way our ancestors did in pleading for a king. God, we need YOU to show up and show out! If You are to place another over this nation, we need YOU to literally tells us who YOU have chosen to bring peace and leadership to our country. God, WE NEED YOU!! Whomever is named the next leader of our nation, Lord let this Word be found in his or her heart: "Your servant is here among the people you have chosen, a great people, too numerous to count or number. So give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish between right and wrong. For who is able to govern this great people of yours?" May this Word be found in every heart of this place and be applied to the governing of our own individual hearts and households. We ALL need You in our lives God, even those who do not believe. YOU ARE GOD OF ALL!! I ask this and all things needed in Your Son, Jesus' name!! AMEN.
"At dawn He appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around Him, and He sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do You say?” They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing Him. But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with His finger. When they kept on questioning Him, He straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.” Again He stooped down and wrote on the ground. At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?” “No one, sir,” she said. "Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin." "When Jesus spoke again to the people, He said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows Me will never walk in darkness, but will have the Light of life.” John 8:1-12
There was a cat, back in the Bible days, who asked our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, "who is my neighbor?" This is found in the book of Luke, chapter 10. Many of you are already familiar with this story, but here is a little context. Sometimes we get into scripture and treat it like organs to be transplanted into our own spiritual Frankensteins. Anyway, prior to this one verse, Jesus was questioned as to how one can "inherit eternal life" (v25). Jesus replied, "What is written in the Law? How do you read it?" The man answered, "You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind, and your neighbor as yourself." Jesus, then, advised the man that he had answered correctly. Following the young man's questioning to determine who his neighbor was, Jesus tells the story of "The Good Samaritan." If you are not familiar with it, take time to read it at Luke 10:29-36.
A similar question came to mind on yesterday, as I spoke with my father on the phone. We were talking politicians, not necessarily politics. Dad mentioned hearing a politician, running for some seat in some government of some state. This guy was boasting of all the things he does not agree with and all the things he wouldn't tolerate. Hearing the things said by this dark soul, you'd think if he had his way, minorities would be either enslaved or deported. Then, all homosexuals would be ushered to the gates of hell. My Dad made a statement in response to this man and men/women like him, "All I wanna know is do you Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, mind, body, and soul, and Love thy neighbor as thyself?" This stuck with me and ultimately prompted this post. Many politicians claim to be all about the greater good. So this is my question, "Who are the greater good?"
In America, who are the greater good? Is it the major corporations that have more sway over our government than the very people that occupy the land? Is it the pharmaceutical companies that are allowed to financially rape the medically needy and hold hostage the very things that many of us need to sustain our lives? The ransom goes up every year! Is it the highest bidder? Is it the telecom titans that rule the FCC? Truly, who are the greater good in America? We know who it should be, but are we?
Let's say that the very first question to all candidates in all political debates and interviews was that of my father, "Do you love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, body, and soul, and do you love your neighbor as yourself?" What do you imagine would happen? How would you imagine our current political candidates answering? I honestly don't see many of them answering with a solid yes or no. "Yes", makes them accountable to the people more so than their political agendas and interests. "No", guarantees a loss. That's politics for ya. I would like to see most answer yes, but the reality of politics is that God is hardly ever at the head of the White House-hold. Another thing about answering yes, is that actions speak louder than words. Hypocrites we make ourselves when we say we serve and love God and our neighbors, then turn around and choose not to provide true justice for our citizens.
Is there a certain tax bracket that I must reach before becoming part of the American greater good? Are there only certain races that are covered in the American greater good? Should I be employed by one of these influential government contractors to be included in the American greater good? Does my health have to be flawless in order to be favored as a member of the American greater good? Do I have to be famous in some way or another to reap benefits of the American greater good? Does my neighborhood have anything to do with it?
I will stop there, and allow you, the people, my neighbors, the citizens of this great country to imagine how these questions would be answered by our current candidates. We see what they do and have done. We hear what they say and claim. Do you see or hear anything GOD in them?
There is a first step to it all, not just for our politicians, but also for us:
"But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you."
God first! This is not about politics, but about politicians. As for them and the White House, whom do they serve? People, neighbors, brothers, sisters, citizens of this great nation, we have to pray for our government. We also must pray for discernment to know who it is we need to vote for, regardless of race, party affiliation, or any other factor that tends to decide for us. At times, God will allow us what we choose, along with every subsequent consequence, benefit or effect. And if we are not choosing, as the greater good, then the greater good will never have what it needs.
HAPPY HUMP DAY FOLKS!! I LOVE YOU ALL, EACH AND EVERY ONE!!!
Last week was a tough week. It was tough emotionally, mentally, spiritually, and even physically. I doubt I need to remind anyone why. Well, out of the blue, I received a message on LinkedIn from someone I have neither seen, nor spoken to since the Summer of 1991. I've pasted it below, altering names and such, out of respect for the sender:
"Bryan, you don't know me. But, I have THE most random thing to share with you! My 13 year old son was recently diagnosed as pre-diabetic. We were riding home from his endocrinology appointment when he started to share some of his fears about diabetes with me. One of the things he hates is that if he's with his buddies, and everyone's drinking soda, he has to grab a diet soda. He hates having to track his blood sugars, monitor his weight and carb intake, exercise etc. Anyway, during our talk I shared with him memories of a young man I remembered meeting during summer school many years ago. The young man was very distinguished (even at such a young age). He seemed to be kind of a loner. Soft spoken. Neatly dressed. Well, this one particular day at break, I noticed he was drinking a Diet Coke. I remember asking why he chose it, and he shared that he was diabetic. I couldn't believe it. I'd never met anyone so young with diabetes back then. Can you guess who that guy was? Yep. You. I told my son that I never knew your last name, what high school you attended, or where you ended up. As the law of attraction would have it, a few days after our conversation, I was on linked in and your picture appeared. I scrolled down, read further, and connected the dots that it must be you. Craziness!
Congratulations on everything! I've read some of your blog entries. Truly inspiring! I just want to encourage you to keep doing what you are doing. You never know the impression you may have on someone else's life. You have a voice, and I hope you continue using it. It's so great to see a man spewing truth and positivity, when there are so many other combinations of worthless words, broken English, and emojis floating around.
P.S...Warned you. I told you it was random. Lol!"
Not only did this lift my spirits, but it also reminded me of me. It reminded me of who and what my parents raised me to be; of good character. We stress to our kids to be of good character, to be respectful, as well as respectable. We never know who we are dealing with, at any given moment. It's not just your words that are seeds sown. It's also your actions and your very character. 25 years ago, a seed was sown, and it wasn't just what I said. It was how I simply carried myself. Oh how I wish that our younger generations would take heed. Oh, how I wish our children would take heed.
There is a scripture that I am reminded of, and I need to remind the youngans of it too: "Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares (Hebrews 13:1&2)." You never know what God is doing in your life. You never know what part of His will He may be working through and around you. Being humble is key to achieving anything God wants to use you for. For some of us, it's natural, while some of us have to make a conscious effort to stand up next to God, daily, and say "I see my place and how puny I truly am!"
You never know! You never know how your life can impact another's. I think about my diagnosis, that night in the Pediatric ICU, when Dr. Barial told me that I had diabetes. My very first thought after the invisible initial shock was Robert Lee Williams, Jr. He was diagnosed as Type 1 long before I was. Robert was at school every day, at recess every day, jankin' every day, laughing every day, and LIVING every day. That one thought gave me enough of a boost to NEVER be distraught about having diabetes, and to be a positive victor over it. Robert, God rest his soul, simply lived his life and that was good enough for me to trust that I'd be just fine!
Taylor, Taylor, Mattison, and Davyd, be mindful of the lives around you. Be respectful of the lives around you. Be patient with the lives around you. There are lessons to be learned, and ways of living to be contemplated at every turn in your life. Most importantly, be mindful of YOUR own lives and how you are living them. Will your lives, your actions, your love be remembered as abounding with good character or as lacking, to a degree of detestability? No one can be remembered as being of good character without living a life of good character. To know that someone remembers how good you were 25 years ago, should be a reminder of your past good, as well as encouragement to fuel that part of your being, for the present and future. Such can lift you out of any cloud of darkness that may be plaguing your mind, body, or soul.
Be not afraid of doing good, in a world of evil! Be not afraid to love, in a world of hate! Be not afraid, at all, of anything that comes against you! As with Bob Marley's statement, "Have no fear for atomic energy, 'cause none of them can stop the time.......", we should not fear the things our society has shown us! My eyes have shifted to the positive things I see amidst the crowds of the spiritually carnivorous. I see the white and black arms embracing one another. I see the Christians and Muslims side by side. I see souls of all walks, simply loving.
How will you be remembered 25 years from now?
You never know.......
Listening to Brother Dorian Lee on Facebook yesterday, prompts this post. There are three instances in my past where I was drawn on, by the police, Mobile's & Prichard's finest to be exact. There was a young man murdered in downtown Mobile. He happened to be the son of a prominent doctor. Because of who he was and who he belonged to, the city was out for blood. At least, that's how it felt to me. The day they released the description of the vehicle, my every day life got a little more dangerous, but at no fault of my own. The vehicle's description matched mine to a "T". There was even a picture of it in the paper.
My job was downtown, at the Red Cross, running blood to and from Montgomery and many hospitals and donor centers in between. One night, after ending my shift, I was approached by a detective. He had been waiting in the parking lot to see who would go to the car that "fit the description." He interrogated me, right there on the spot. I answered all his questions and even provided receipts from Flora-Bama, where I was on the night in question, hanging out with Tiffany Nobles. He was very respectful, thanked me for my time, and went on. Detective Pears, a black man, approached me with respect and without an unholstered gun.
The second "run-in" occurred at the baseball field at Sage & Dauphin Street. I was headed there to see one of Olymphiane (Smith) Johnsons's softball games. This time, the cop was white and on a motorcycle. I was nervous but did not expect it to take long, being I had already spoken to a detective. As I looked into my side view mirror, I saw the barrel of a gun aimed at me. Think about that, and ponder how many unrestrained trigger fingers are in our police departments today. Once about five or six squad cars pulled up, he approached to remove me from the vehicle. They sat me in a cruiser until another detective showed up. I gave him all the same info I provided before. He verified all of it, and they eventually let me go. I asked him if there was any way that they could flag my tag so that officers know to leave me alone when they run it. He assured that I should not be stopped again. Having a gun drawn on you does not feel good at all, by the way.
The third time, my car was parked at Bienville Square, while Mfundishi Mingo and I visited an Art Gallery downtown. When leaving the shop and heading back to the car, I counted at least six cop cars on different corners. Before we got near the car, I said, "Watch this. We're not even gonna make one block!" He had no idea what I meant. Sure enough, halfway down the block, we were surrounded. Guns drawn and this time, a T.V. camera man was present. Same routine. Same results. This time, after telling my parents, an attorney was contacted and we had a sit-down with the deputy chief of police. Threat of a lawsuit was handed over. He offered his apologies and assured us it would not happen again.
The final stop was a bit different. Growing up black, and in the South, I learned to always be aware of my surroundings, completely aware. I was headed home from work, late one night. I noticed an older white guy in a pickup truck who seemed to be following me. He was also on a cell phone. This man followed me from Broad Street, downtown Mobile, all the way to St. Stephens Road, where I was stopped by Prichard's finest, this time. Right there, at the Bear Fork and 45 intersection, two squad cars pull up on either side, with officers shouting for me to turn the car off and put my hands on the wheel. Guns drawn, again. These cats were extra, shouting, and slapping cuffs tightly on my wrists. At this point I was crying with anger, attempting to explain all that I had already been through. Sitting in the back seat of the police car, I hear the white guy talking about how he's a retired cop and when he saw my car, he felt he should follow and call it in. Unfortunately, I received worst treatment from the black cops than I did the white. Once their superior officer was contacted on the stop, he evidently let them have it. As they came back with all sorts of apologies and ass kissing, I see the white man (the cause of it all) shrinking back to his truck and driving off.
I am not posting this to enhance or promote any racial debates. This is simply what I have experienced in my life. Honestly, I had a disliking for ALL cops after these stops. It wasn't a black or white thing for me. It was an "I wish they'd leave me the hell alone!" thing. Yet I can't help but to think.......what if one of those cops with a drawn gun had a flashback from war, or was that much of a coward, or was that kid that got picked on and left out, or simply felt the need to flex unnecessarily on me?? I see, now, the worry my mother had for me at that time. She pleaded with me not to drive my car until all of that mess had blown over. I advised her that what's meant to happen will happen. Ma, I was not being arrogant or nonchalant. I just did not have your eyes to see. Now, I do. Now, I see what it is you felt as a parent, as a person who could see further down the road, and a person who had been through some things.
Since the late nineties, I've been profiled numerous times. The most recent incident occurred a few weeks ago. T2 and I were leaving Wal-Mart. A cop on his motorcycle sat in the median of a divided road. At least 10 cars passed him, prior to our pulling out onto the road and passing the cop. He whipped around and followed us for a bit. I advised T2 that we were about to be pulled over. Sure enough, we were. I made no traffic violations. My tag and insurance were in order. There were no broken mirrors, lights or windshield. His excuse was that he didn't think that I had my seat belt on. Why, out of at least 11 vehicles, would you pull mine over. Anyone who knows me, can attest to the fact that Bryan Hollomon Williams will NOT even drive to the mailbox at the end of the driveway without a seat belt on. Oh, I had a white Milton Police officer stop me a couple of years ago to tell me, "THAT TAG BELONGS TO THE STATE OF GEORGIA, AND I CAN RUN WHATEVER TAG I WANT, WHEN I WANT!!" I was in a line of traffic, of parents who just dropped their kids off at the high school, and of about 20+ cars that passed him, I was the one who gets pulled over and checked out. Again, all is in order, nothing wrong with my car, but I did have on a black skull cap that day.
These things that are happening to black men in America are real! I am EXHAUSTED with seeing it in the news and on the social media. I am exhausted because it's hard enough work being a good man and a good Dad, while raising children and simply trying to survive and live. Now, I have to TRULY worry about being black and outside. I can stand in line at Starbucks in front of a white guy, exercising his open carry right. He stands there having candid conversation with the cops, laughter and all. Black men, simply risk their very lives, attempting to practice the same American right. Truth is truth. It is what it is. There is no way in Hell or on earth that anyone can justify the number of slayings, public executions and murders that have taken place since Trayvon Martin.
I see the fear and worry in my mother's eyes, even now, so many years after the incidents mentioned above. My heart aches and burns! Question: In all of the videos we've seen of these murders, why do cops not try to stop the bleeding, or make any effort to perform any 1st Aid?? Or at least LOOK like they are concerned about the life lying low. Think about it!! Why else would you stand by and watch a man, a child bleed out on the pavement, sidewalk, or in the car?? Because you want that person to die!! Is that not murder??
Unfortunately, the whole cannot relate.......only its burnt edges that are too often cut off and discarded.
Hello world! I know that it is not always wise to speak out of anger and frustration. For out of it may come things we regret saying. My bones have been consumed with this particular conflagration for quite some time. I've analyzed it, contemplated it, investigated it, and have come to be reminded that sometimes the truth comes in the form of enthralling fire. Imagine the fire, by which God spoke to Moses. It engulfed the bush, yet did not destroy it. Truth will eat you up, but it will never kill you.
Last year, I had the opportunity and pleasure of meeting a group of single dads, like myself. Some of their stories were similar to mine. In this post, I want give props to and encourage all single parents to keep up the good work. Let me also add that I mean the GOOD parents, who strive for giving their kids the best, promoting good character, and encouraging confidence in their futures. A sad reality is that not everyone is meant to have children. Whichever category you fall into, own it! If there is better to be done, DO IT!!
Some of the guys I met last year, shared a similar plight, being the custodial parent, receiving little to no support (emphasis on "no") from the non-custodial. It's tough to be the one with the full weight. This is an address to the selfish, deadbeat, sorry parents out there who simply suck at recognizing what a blessing it is to have children. There are tons of people who can't, who would give all they have for such a blessing, while you all are too wrapped up in yourselves to be truly concerned about the lives and well-beings of your children. This is not an opinion, that children deserve, require, and need the best from their parents. It's a simple fact. What kills me sometimes, is to see absentee parents, non supportive parents, who have no intent on being the parent they need to be, fight for parental rights. Pride is a fat female dog. Appearances are what they want. I call them "photo ops."
On with my points. We, the custodials, have not the option of being the "fun parent", the "friend", the irresponsible one. We cannot afford to spend more on ourselves than we do our kids. We cannot afford the latest shoes, nails, hair-dos, cars, and frivolous ways of life. We have to deal with the teenage hormones, capricious likes and dislikes, delivery of hard truths, bursting of unrealistic bubbles, and all other things that make our youngans not like us so much. Parenting is not about making sure our children like us. I didn't like my folks on many occasions growing up, but I am grateful that they did not operate as my friend, filling me with vaporous dreams, and mirages on a desert of a future. They never spoke empty words to my brothers and I. The things that meant something, meant something, and the proof is found in the man that I am today, and how seriously I take my role as father of my children. I will fight to protect my kids from all enemies, foreign AND domestic!
We wake our kids up for school. We remind them of priorities and what's most important. Guess what? When it comes to what's most important, our "feelings" are never placed as a burden on our kids. We guide them and advise them, in honesty. We see further down the road and offer redirection when we see them drifting. We try to get them into the best schools, best programs, and in touch with people who will play huge parts in their success. We recognize their passions, their gifts, and their talents. We fuel them! We are fearless captains of ships, navigating the rough and stormy seas of raising strong kids, while the "others" have chosen to stay ashore, enjoying pints at the local pub. Our children's futures and success lie across that ocean.
What I am saying may have struck some chords in some people, but that minor hurt is nothing compared to the struggle it takes to protect your children from certain truths. That minor hurt is nothing compared to the pain that comes with always being the bad guy, and even being disrespected, at times, behind the manipulation game played by parent-x. I've always advised my kids that there are certain things that will come to light as they get older; certain truths that they are not yet mature enough to handle or understand. I'd rather my kids suffer a few minutes of hurt feelings, than a few years of shattered dreams.
Now, in times of expressing such in the past, this is one of the responses given: "Well, how am I supposed to be/do all that when they're with you, not me??" My rebuttal, "Whose fault is that?" I'm not the one who said what you said, chose what you chose, and did what you did. In fact, you have more privilege in this than you initially wanted, and not because you asked for it or fought for it. Hell, you made no mention of it. "Mr. Nice Guy" felt it would be best for the kids. Doing what's best for the monkeys can easily be misconstrued as care and concern for you, your feelings, or the circumstances your life choices have created for you. Being the bigger person is often tough, but what's decent is decent. I talk to the kids, all the time, about track record. I ask them, "what does your track record say about you?" Nine times out of ten, whatever they are complaining about is due to their own actions. They hate the conversation because it forces accountability and demands that they take full responsibility for their actions, lack thereof, and even their beliefs. I've even asked them to look at MY track record, and ask:
"Have I ever allowed anything to keep me from you, in your times of need? " ("No, Dad.")
"Do my answers and responses ever change?" ("No Dad.")
"Do my beliefs ever change?" ("No Dad.")
"Am I consistent?" ("Yes Dad.")
"I LOVE YOU!" ("Love you too, Dad......grumble grumble, grumble.")
These are just a few of the questions that come up when pulling these kids back down to earth and getting some solid ground under their feet. Have I shrunk to a lower level with this post? To some, yes. To some, no. My post, it is. My words, they are. My experience, it is. My truths, they are. I will simply end with a quote from Mark W. Foreman, in his book, "Prelude to Philosophy: An Introductions For Christians":
"The third law of logic is called the law of identity, which states: Something is what it is. Stated as a formula, it reads, "P = P." This may be the most obvious law, as it claims that whatever a particular thing is, it is that particular thing." I am Bryan Hollomon Williams, grown man, and father to the fullest!
I think this law of logic is one of the most stressed in this house, in terms of keeping the kids open, aware, and honest. Truth can only be truth. It can't live or exist in any form or fashion other than what it is. In this day and age, we tend to value looks and feelings more than we do the simple truth. Looks and feelings are fleeting. They come quick and go even quicker. Truth remains. Recognize truth and act accordingly, or Truth will recognize you.
Early last year, we decided to come up with nicknames for the members of the illustrious Spec 6. The initial plan was to gather suggestions and agree upon them as a group. Mattie came up with "Muggles" for me. She really didn't care what anyone else thought or came up with. Her mind was set and she was gonna call me that, no matter what! That's Mattie, also known as "Boss". Boss is the child that knows what she wants and can, pretty much, never be swayed or influenced to change her mind about a thing when her mind is made up. Though we find ourselves annoyed by the fact that she can "never be proven wrong", it is something to be admired in this day and age among our youth.
This child should definitely go into law!! We were joking the other day about it. When judges hear that Mattison Elise Blaise will be arguing a case before them, their minds will be made up to rule in her favor. For they know, she cannot be beaten in any argument, no matter the type of case. Again, her personality is one to be admired in the current times. She refuses to fail or lose at anything, and then she's highly intelligent. What more can a parent ask for in a child.
Boss is also our most outspoken child, I believe. Her filters are weak at times, so you may want to place your feelings in your pocket and tread lightly when approaching her for a debate or an argument. This goes for grown folks as well. So, A-game only, when dealing with this youngan. You've been warned! I will sometimes refer to her at "Matt-nasty" due to her brutal way of delivering truth. They say silence is golden. When dealing with Boss a.k.a. Matt-nasty, silence is DIAMONDS.......on loan, with a super high interest rate. LOL!
All in all, Boss is destined for greatness. She's a solid child with concrete dreams, for which she will bulldoze any obstacle or adversity. This quote from "Kingdom of Heaven", comes to mind as I think about young Mattie and her future: "Your quality will be known among your enemies, before ever you meet them." There will be opposing forces on your path, Boss, but they will know of your ability well before you should ever meet them. Know that nothing and no one will be able to prevent you from reaching the goals you desire. People that set themselves up as enemies will easily fall by the wayside, as walk the path of your life. I give you a hard time every now and then, but I would not change anything about you, ever. God made you exactly how He intends you to be, and we need you in our lives. We love you girl!!
She made a statement. I made a promise. This is my word kept:
This youngan, right here, is one of my aces. There are four aces in a deck, and we have all of them (T1, T2, Mattie, & Davyd). With Crimesha and I, the Jokers, Spec 6 is trump tight! Taylor, a.k.a. T2, a.k.a. Buggie, a.k.a Homie, a.k.a. Yvonnovich, and just A.K.A. (Awesome Kid Always), is just that; awesome! I just confused the heck out of myself with the punctuation of that last sentence, so forgive me. Anyway, T2 and I are a lot alike. We are so alike, one would think that she is my blood. Maybe it's because we both exist on the Virgo/Libra cusp. Who knows? People say that blood is thicker than water, but I say Love surpasses all that, and is concrete conduit between the hearts of those God brings together. She reminds me a lot of me when I was younger. She's quiet, very polite, easy going, and can take on a lot of mess while maintaining a smile. T2 is a very strong chick, inside and out, but please don't take her kindness as weakness. I KNOW she can hit harder than some grown men I've known. Her siblings are aware of this also, unfortunately.
Crimesha and I often talk about what we see in the futures of our monkeys. Taylor Yvonne Blaise will be the humanitarian, dedicating a huge part of her life to helping others, especially children. This is just one of the things we see in her. She will do a lot of great things for a lot of people. The world needs an army of kids like this one, who will go on to make differences in how our young ones are viewed, dealt with, and treated. The world is hurting right now and it's gonna take folks with hearts like T2's to make some improvements for us and our grandbabies; when that time comes. We also see her cheering at the University of Alabama; ROLL TIDE!! LOL!
Homie, you are an amazing kid and we see nothing but greatness in your future. Be strong and be committed to your dreams, letting nothing and no one keep you from achieving them. There is a lot that you can learn from your mother and I. We are full of knowledge, suggestions, advice, and opinions. Just know that we want nothing but the best for you. We will butt heads from time to time, but that's a part of growing u. I pray that by the time you're grown and on your own, you will be sharper than any worldly weapon of distraction and destruction; always cutting to the very heart and truth of every matter. Great is the day upon which you were born!! You're a blessing to us all!
WE LOVE YOU, T2!!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams