In another setting I found myself mesmerized and almost speechless do to the ‘mush mouth’ voice of him a shameless Black person on stage, saying “I love you Trump” while the echoes of the voices that had come before us said, I would rather die standing for the right to live as a man as opposed to living on my knees as a slave to racism.
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The joy and pain of serving as a good servant and keeper of record are inseparable, yet our commitment remains unwavering.
Every time I speak at different schools, especially during Black History Month, I’m reminded of the crucial importance of teaching our history to our children. Regardless of the audience’s grade level, educating them about our complex past is essential for our survival. It’s disheartening to witness the shock and dismay on students’ faces when they first learn about the atrocities of the Middle Passage.
Unchecked desires have led to arrogance and campaign goals deferred. Shared responsibility is crucial when leadership falters, yet one’s belief in weak leadership bends like a noodle in hot water. Selflessness and adherence to a higher purpose foster growth, love for others, and lasting impact. Aligning with divine will transcend obstacles, ensuring actions directed by Holy Intervention.
When we begin to look around and pay attention, we can see the decline of this world and where it’s headed if some things do not change.
My daddy said to me when I was younger, a teenager, and I wanted to run with the in-crowd. He said, “Bobby, who is more the fool, the fool, or the one who follows the fool ?” I now understand better what my daddy meant.
As we begin to celebrate the hopes of a dream deferred, let us be mindful that we can not appreciate the fulfillment of the dream unless we rid the temple of RATS.
I sat in church this past Sunday listening intensively to our pastor as he used his hermeneutical skills so eloquently to explain the scripture of Luke 3:7-14. Before this month gets too foregone, I would suggest that you might wanna read those scriptures. No matter how intensely I was listening and paying attention, were two words that slapped me into reality and brought his message right into my living room; and those two words were root canal.
When my grandmother said, “let me hope you” it meant much more than I knew.
I have decided to print this letter just the way it came to me. – Bobby R. Henry, Sr. Publisher