Imagine that, in a political season, slander and mud slinging was unlawful and at no time could you speak anything concerning your opponent; not even his or her name. What if such were punishable by prison time, a minimum of seven years? What if those who are running for office were only allowed to speak of themselves, their character, their personal histories and accomplishments, if any? As I contemplate our politics, I realize that Washington D.C. has become less of our country's head and more of our country's butt, covered with boils and an itchy, irritating rash that no cream seems to work on. I am not speaking of any individual or individuals. I am speaking of our politics in this nation. Yet, individuals are what make up this system, so if the shoe fits, slide it on and get thee to the pharmacy and see about something for that rash.
Moving on, what if each and every one of our politicians' claims concerning their character and care for wherever they're from, or for this nation had to be proven? Imagine pastors being questioned about this or that politician's attendance and tithing. Ponder researching records of organizations that these folks claim to have served, be a part of, or established. Let's say that this fantasy of mine is our new reality. Whenever lies are uncovered, the politician who attempted to deceive us would be fined, serve some prison time and be banned from politics for life. Do you think such measures would bring about positive change that we all would like to see in our nation's capitol? Would we even have a political system?? I don't know but I can say that I have no idea what our "head" looks like because all I've seen, since I've been living, is this country's ass, politically speaking of course.
If our leaders were truly God fearing and about righteousness, we'd see so much more of what we all desire in terms justice, equality, accountability, responsibility, and so much more. Unfortunately, a vast majority of us worships other gods.......tradition, hate, feelings & emotions, people, and our media in all forms that it comes; oh, and MONEY. I remember times in my past when I'd inform my mother of certain actions I was about to take. She'd suggest I pause, be honest with myself, and identify my intent, true intent. In most cases, it was out of emotion, the god that I was serving in those moments. Once my emotions were in check and pride was put aside, I could clearly see wisdom and whether or not moving forward with whatever actions was for the best. Don't get me wrong, there were times I kept the emotion and pride gods at the forefront and went full steam into some of the dumbest mistakes I've ever made in my life.
As individuals, we MUST be able to seek wisdom intentionally, and THINK for OURSELVES before we can be of true use to any good thing. Think about the various groups of which you may be a part. Can you honestly say that all hearts involved are there for the same reasons, genuine ones? Honesty cannot exist in places where Truth is not allowed. It's like when God said, "These people come near to Me with their mouth and honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from Me. Their worship of Me is based on merely human rules they have been taught (Isaiah 29:13)." Sound familiar? Lip service is what most of us is all about. I'm not immune to mistakes and I've been guilty of talking more than acting. Actions identify Truth quicker than our words ever will. We see these things every day. Are we honest enough to admit when ill things are found within us? Again, you can't be honest with anyone, let alone yourself, without first receiving and accepting Truth into your very being. Now, hear this little nugget: If your heart is one of Truth, then Truth is smuggled into all the places where YOU are accepted and received. Will you allow it out?
There is much more I want to say, but I will take it easy on the simple minds today. Truth is HIGHLY offensive in our current society and politics.......yet, it never offends those living in it. Let that marinate for a bit before you try to grill it.
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
P.S. Before you flick the booger, you gotta, first, pick the booger! THINK!
There was no sunnier soul than the sunny soul of Sonny, Son of my Grandfather's eldest son. How sunny was Sonny, one may ask? Sonny was sunnier than the sunniest of sunny days. Since hearing of my Cousin Sonny's passing, I've been racking my brain to find a memory where Sonny was not smiling or laughing or full of infectious energy. Sonny was simply sunny, all around, and his sunniness had nothing to do with his light skintedness! Yes, I make up words from time to time.
Richard was his name, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop him from doing his own thang. Wild and rambunctious some may have claimed him to be, but not one mouth, heart or soul could utter, "he was ever mean to me!" The man was generous beyond generosity. He had gold in his chest that we all could see. A day with Sonny was a day full of adventure. You'd certainly lose your pants if you're one to ride without a cincture. Memory, after memory, after memory, I see; nothing other than what God created my cousin to be, SUNNY! Sunny Sonny, to my heart he'll forever be. Nothing but good, generous, kind and sunny, Sonny was to me!
May your soul rest in the presence of our Lord, dear cousin! Richard Williams II, better know as "Sonny".
So, I had an appointment with my new PCP today, and I must admit it was a great experience. When you have to see doctors as often as I do, you WANT to deal with good, competent, humble, non butt-holey people! Anyway, as I was leaving the building, I started thinking about my Mama and my new life, following December 1, 1990. I was discharged from Mobile Infirmary on December 7th, a Friday. Evidently, my mother had been doing research the entire time I was in the hospital. After leaving the hospital, we went to the furniture store and bought a new bed for me. Then, we went to Picadilly on Airport Blvd, which had a diabetic friendly foods including sugar free desserts. OMG!! Sugar free anything in the 80's and early 90's was nasty as hell!!
In everything my mother did back then, she simply considered me. Whenever she bought soda for the house, she brought home some diet sprite as well. Then, came Fresca, Diet Dr. Pepper, and Diet Mountain Dew. My Aunt Terry brought me Diet Orange Crush, all the way from Texas on one of her visits in 1991. Mom signed us up for a support group at Providence Hospital, called P.A.C.T. (Parents And Children Together). I met some awesome people there and had my first experience working with the American Diabetes Association. My junior year in high school the Alabama Chapter sent me and a chick from Huntsville to Washington D.C. to represent Alabama at the National Youth Leadership Conference, sponsored by the ADA. While in D.C. we all had appointments to meet with our State Senators to discuss healthcare and the need for more funding for diabetes research. Unfortunately, Howell Heflin was too busy for us Alabama folk, so we sat in with Landon Bates (my new buddy from GA) and discussed our concerns with the Senator from Georgia. Anyway, as I focused on this new life of mine, my mother submerged herself in it. She subscribed me to Diabetes Forecast, and many other things diabetes related. She sought out the sugar-free versions of things she knew I loved, like chewing gum. Yes Mother, I blame you for my addiction to the green Extra gum in high school when I was killing a plenty-pak a day.
As I was pondering all this, leaving the Dr's office, I read a post from one of my additional Mothers, Jan Burton Hoobler. Mama Jan was our head nurse at Camp Seale Harris, and most of us became her children. Her post this morning was concerning her experience while tarrying in a hospital waiting room as my Baby Sister Jessie underwent surgery. While recalling all the things my mother went through, sought out, and pressed through to do in my early Type 1 days, I also thought about Mama Jan and how protective and involved she'd been with Baby Sis. Mothers like mine, and Mama Jan simply went to work for us. They are two of the greatest and best definitions of "Mother" one could ever know.
So, I've said all of that to say this.......Ma, I know you went through a lot but I am SO grateful that you jumped deeper into this mud puddle than I even did in the beginning of my new life as a Type 1 Diabetic. You never lost sight of me and always considered me, my new limits, my new life, in all that you did! Just know that when I was away at Camp, Mama Jan filled your shoes and filled them well and ALWAYS held me accountable. Ma, I love you, and you know I will always be your ride or die dude. You put in work for me, so I will always put in work for you!!
Those who have ears, let them hear.......
P.S. Pray for my Baby Sis, Jessika, that our mighty and all powerful God heals her, keeps her, and makes her stronger than ever!! AMEN!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams