Drew Francis » Church

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drew — Fri, 02 Oct 2009 01:40:49 +0000

It has been a busy month. The most major is that I went to the funeral of my Grandmother. There is something about burying your grandparents. I think we will always say I wish we had spent more time. This first post is going to be a little different instead of me writing on some topic that I mostly don’t know anything about I’m going to let my cousin tell you about her. First my last living grand parent Joseph Allen then the eulogy to my grandmother.

EULOGY – MRS GLORIA JANE ALLEN

Rev. Thomas, Dr. Prendergast, Pastor Burnett, Aunt Preshous, Uncle Vaughn, My Mother Thelma, Family and Friends, please indulge me to offer this eulogy for our beloved, Mrs. Allen, Mama, Mother, Miss Gloria, Sister Allen, Grandma, Grandmother, Aunt Gloria, Mother G – a remarkable and Godly woman, whose life/death we celebrate today.

Grandma was a Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Sister, Aunt, neighbor, friend the one who brought a smile in the face of hardship, encouragement in the face of life battles, soft, tender, forgiving, kindhearted, a Peacemaker and passionate about living a life pleasing to God her Savior and always conscious and careful to note that this life on earth is not the end but we look forward to a heavenly home, a greater resurrection, imperfections, yes, but she carried the hope and faith daily that she enters heaven not on what she has done but the work of Christ on the cross.

Grandma was born December 1915, to Ophelia Graham and Uriah Graham. She is the youngest of five children- Louise, Gertrude, Clifford, Hilda all now deceased. Mass Urie as great Grandfather was affectionately called, loved to farm and Great Grandmother, Miss Phelie was a stay at home Mother tending to the garden and taking care of her 5 children. Miss Phelie and Mass Urie were strong Baptists and sang in the Choir at the Brown’s Baptist Church for several years and instilled Christian principles in her children.

Grandma was fortunate to attend school as few in her time did. She excelled at school but had a bit of a problem with Math – “sums” as she referred to it but that did not deter her from excellent financial management during her life. Grandma knew the art of stretching a dollar to two. Grandma however had a very creative mind and later in life enjoyed that. We often told her that she could have become a famous artist or musician (you may recall the impromptu song she rendered in this church called “Jesus is excellent”)

Grandma loved to live and was full of ambition so as a young woman she left home to “seek her fortune” (as seeking a career was called back in the day) in Kingston to locate employment…something that was not common in the day for young women. The independent spirit that Grandma had surfaced….she learned dressmaking and many a garment was made by her hands for her children and without a sewing machine..too poor to buy one. Sometimes it was remake from her own clothes when she could not afford to buy new cloth. Her dressmaking skill explains why she was so well dressed, coordinated and everything matching. Aunt Preshous recalls coming home from “Infant” school to find a beautiful rag doll that Grandma had made for her and how it delighted her so much she has never forgotten, only wished she had kept it, that was the skill and tender kindness of heart she had.

On one of Grandma’s home visits from Kingston, Grandma was walking along in Brown’s Town, going about her business when “a tall brown man” started to approach her. She brushed him off as of course she was now a “Kingston Girl” and had no interest in a country boy and a very poor country boy at that! However, Grandpa Joseph Allen pursued her relentlessly and even before she could say “yes” to any forthcoming proposal, Grandpa purchased a wedding band and was ready for a marriage and the next thing you would know on March 26, 1946 they were married here by Dr. DeCateret, much to the chagrin of Mass Urie but blessed somewhat by Miss Phelie as when grandpa visited the home he would take with him the biggest bible and so Miss Phelie thought “tall good looking brown man with a bible..poor but not bad as the large bible indicated a large man of God! The young couple briefly lived in Retirement as Grandma decided that was not for her and moved back to Wilberforce hotly pursued by Grandpa. She never left Wilberforce to the day she died except for a stay in the United States.

From that union, three children were born – Gloria (so named because at the birth registration, Great Grandma Albertha Allen forgot the name given “Angela” and just figure that Gloria was just as good as any. As she was the firstborn she was called Precious. Son Vaughn was next and Thelma (called Curly because her hair was so very curly at birth)

Grandma was always fired by ambition and she worked hard to instill that in her three children. As she would often say “I can’t stand someone without ambition….might as well ‘dem dead” and she lived what she preached. With three children and very poor she was burned with ambition to make sure that they attended school and become “somebody”. She worked diligently and hard at it. She kept cows until one pulled her down and she decided that she would not lose her life from a cow and that was the end of the cow. We eat beef for months! She kept pigs, chickens, rabbits, and planted vegetables for the dinner table. Poor but there was not a day that food was not on the table..many times by a miracle. She made sure that we had food so that we would learn at school. Oh that hot cornmeal porridge made with the fresh cow’s milk that Grandpa had just milked and hardough bread for breakfast. Walking 2 miles or so to school was not a problem, all the children were fed.

She made sure that all the children had clothes. Well, new ones for Church and when those were short and tight they became “yard clothes”. She did not have the patience for sloppiness and clothes had to be starched ironed and shoes shining clean. No matter that it was only one set of church clothes, one set of uniform, one pair of church shoes and one school shoes. She made sure everyone, Grandpa, and all the children were always well “put together” as she would say before they leave the house. And as you know she was a good dresser herself….even to this day.

As I mentioned before education was very important to her and school was a given, Preshous went on to York Castle High, Durham College of Commerce, Thelma to Business school in Kingston becoming one of the fastest Stenographers on graduation, and Vaughn to mechanic training.

Not only was education important but a Christian upbringing was paramount for her. She attended the Catholic Church briefly as a young woman and when she had children and they were ready for church around 2 years old she started them out at the Catholic Church. That did not work after 2 visits because Grandpa had been saved under the fiery preaching of Dr. Johnson and would have none of it. So they were sent off to the Brown’s Town Tabernacle and under the ministry of Dr. Kennedy, Grandma accepted Christ and never looked back. As she said on the day of her baptism, there is no turning back. All three children also accepted Christ under Dr. Kennedy’s ministry. There was no compromise. It was to Church every Sunday.rain or shine sustaining what God had begun. Night services were not included as “night have no governor” so no one was allowed to go out of the house at night.

Grandma was a business woman at heart also. She could not sit still and when things were not looking to her “suit” she began to travel to Kingston and purchase bales of cloth at Princess Street and hire a seamstress to make all kinds of clothing and she would sell at the market for a profit. However, frequently, she would always take out the best cloth to make dresses for the two girls and shirt and pants for the boy. She did this business for a long time and she did it well.

Then in her mid 50’s Grandma decided she would travel overseas.. always wanted the experience. The earlier England migration was not appealing to her as she loved her children so much she would not leave them. They were grown now and so off she went to the United States. A tremendous risk but she is a brave woman at heart and fearlessly she worked there for 15 years and returned home and lived a great life. Don’t be fooled, her life was one of humility. Grandma disliked intensely a haughty and “show off” lifestyle. She was very kind, always giving to someone in need and offering a helping hand but quietly without a word…”because yu no haffe mek people know wha yu a do”. She never hesitated to share some food or clothes with the ones in need. She considered it a sin to have 2 shoes when someone had none. She was so kindhearted; she did not like to have too much for herself. She did not like to have too much for herself so she was always giving away clothes, shoes, food to those who did not have. We recall a lady who was sick and everyday Grandma would take her some soup for a long time and there are many who received her kindness but she did not talk ..you had to only observe it.

She was totally devoted to her husband and children were the apple of her eyes and would wisely let us know that she does not love one more than the other so there was not the rivalry that happens sometimes with siblings. As she would often say, when the hair on the head of one of her children hurt, she hurts. She was a lot of fun and when the children were small there are fond memories they recall of them all playing in her big bed while waiting for Papa to come home from work. When one of her Daughters became ill as a result of untreated Post Partum complications, she did not hesitate to standby by her 110%. She taught us during that time to the day she died how to love unconditionally. As she would often say, there is nothing like the love of a Mother for her child. She was quick to forgive, never held a grudge or a spirit of un-forgiveness. She was always a peacemaker and hated to hear bickering, quarrels and discord. She wept openly when such a thing happened and prayed the more for anyone involved. She was always conscious of not doing anything wrong to upset Jesus. And was constantly praying and asking Jesus to forgive her if she has done anything wrong that she is not aware of. As she always says, “we have to forgive as Jesus did for us”

She lived an authentic life not seeking to impress or to be pretentious. Her life was the truth. She was adamant about the truth…when the children would be naughty or stepped out of line she would cup the face in her hand and say as sternly as she can “Tell me the Truth because I can’t stand a dam liar”. Once she had the truth she would work on fixing the trouble of course with a reprimand.

Mother did her own thinking and did not leave it up to others, whether it is politics or church to do the thinking for her. She spent long period of times talking with God and insights would come to mind as to how god would lead her. She worked out her own salvation. So Godly! She was way ahead in her understanding of God and we think that is because she spent so much time praying to God and cultivating a daily relationship with.

Then the time came, sad time for all, about 5 -8 years ago, her memory started to fade. She had difficulty remembering and was confused. We all thought it was just the usual aging process but she knew something was wrong and she let everyone who would listen know, mostly trying to see if she could fix it. Some people would just dismiss or just rudely turn away, but she knew in her heart that something was not right. You see that was the beginning of altsztimer. A severe form of dementia for which there is no cure. Grandma had the best medical care that is available but thru it all, her one desire was to go home to Jesus. For a long time Grandma just wanted to go home to Jesus. Sometimes she would express her disappointment waking up on earth on not haven. She is the most prepared person we know who with such deep longing and confidence just wanted to be with Jesus.

Jesus answered this remarkable woman of faith wish, desire and prayer on September 6, 2009.

great sunday

drew — Sun, 05 Apr 2009 22:51:47 +0000

So I went back to Christ the king Anglican church today. I think I have another reason. I havent given many to why I returned. here are a couple. This sunday we had a processional that started in the commons area of the chapel. Just a bunch of people stuffed into a little room. They gave out instructions on what to do. here is the part that was great. it was awkward and weird and different. another thing was that we werent putting something on for anyone. You see the whole congregation was in there. So the church building was empty. Anyway we make our way out singing awkwardly and different. And then something really cool happened. Dr. Dorsett said Hey Drew Good to see you. Last week I had emailed him thank you for praying for me and he emailed me back saying anytime. Yeah its hard getting in touch with a CEO of a large corporation. There is a story herebut it doesnt need telling. So we continue with the service in song scripture reading from the old and the new. Today I said I would take communion. I didnt last week because I was a little nervous about what to do. You see you go up row by row and then they say something to you and you take the wafer and then dip or drink from the cup. Well I didnt want to screw up so I watched people before. I know that has more to do with me than with what I had to do.

What happened to symbolism? I think we forget sometimes that we follow this Jewish guy who lived by certain stuff. I dont have this part all figured out yet so I’ll get back with you. The connection to Rwanda is also another story I need some find out about. So I did the church thing.

Then went down to samford trail to do the run thing. It was great running in the rain. Right now I’m working on the floors in the house and then on to laundry. Oh I did find some new music.

Adele and Artic Monkeys and Kings of Leon (that was care of taylor) Going to wait until pay day then buy a couple albums.

Oh I have a story about my mother but I will need to tell you about that later. Spelling sucks

Peace,

Drew

I have no good ideas

drew — Tue, 31 Mar 2009 01:00:51 +0000

Ok Church. So Erin a girl I work with invited me to her church with her husband. It was great. You ever feel like you are somewhere that feels like home. (other than your home) I dont know if its that level but it just felt good. Lately at church ive felt that ive had to do evaluate or well I felt like I was at work. The minister said something that caused me to pause. he said something about forgetting your own spiritual health. I’ve done that for sometime. Anyway this is a little out there and I’m not really writing clear but that’s all I got. I’ll be back there again. I hope she wont mind. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Today was a suck day for me. It started with moving stuff in our warehouse early this morning. The more I moved the more I started throwing stuff around. Seeing stuff that had been moved from place to place. Well lets just say I needed to just move on. It was one of those moments when I should have just gone home. Never took that comp day or is it days that I was supposed. Guess what folks dont look for me in the month of August. I’ll either be traveling or I’m going to go to some state and live there for a month. It with be my tenth anniversary so see ya sucker.

Anyway so after moving that stuff I snapped at Taylor (another dude I work with) ( yes, I have apologized, Ive gotten good at that) I think I snapped at Erin (girl who invited me to church) and the list goes on and on. I kinda failed them when it came to keeping us on a time line for some projects. Maybe I should start a blog about how bosses can screw up. Man would I have a list or am I not supposed to admit those things. I dont even remember when I started doing this boss thing.

Last I’m watching a new show. ALong with the other MTv show. Kings.

So you would think a guy who tries to retell bible stories would have gotten it. Once again Chris who has never seen the show had to fill me in. It is a modern day telling of David’s story. Why didn’t we tell that story. I really am starting to like it. The funny thing is before I knew the story I thought it was a little mystical how Samuel talked to the king. Is that what Christians look to unbelievers. Yeah I think so. Anyway I’m really getting into it. Good stuff. You should check it out.

Your moment of zen. I dont care who you are this is funny

Church

drew — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 17:27:33 +0000

I have a lot swimming around in my head. I’ll catch you up when it all comes into focus.

He’s Back

drew — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:07:37 +0000

Well Ive been gone for a week and I know I haven’t been missed. Back to cacophony of bad grammar and spelling bonanza. Enough of that I have to talk about a new show that for some reason Ive started to watch. I have a love hate relationship with Mtv. One I hate it when they treat teenagers as a commodity and then I love that they give them air time to just talk. I will go months without it in my life then suddenly it all comes back and I find my self watching hours upon hours. Right now I’m watching a show called Taking the stage its a show kinda like Fame (some of you will know that) only its a reality show. How reality is unsure. When they are practicing there is suddenly a smooth dolly shot that rings the dancer. Did he get that on the first try? Hmmm. Anyway you should check it out. So i’m real jealous.

In other news. I went to see Hannah in a play last night. I have to admit I liked it. (Pause) They are doing Pedro the movie. My generation knows that is the guy on real world that died of AIDs. Wow I’m getting old. Any way I went to see Hannah’s play “Over the woods and ___” Old people can be real funny. It was good to see her do her thing. Today will be writing idea day. I’m heading to Erin’s church today then a Starbucks to work come look me up at patton creek bucks. (back) I’d like to shrink my world a bit. It is a smaller church so I wanted to check it out.

Oh and here is a rough draft of a video that we are working on. It won’t be played like this. But it’s a little taste. We shot this at Ramsay highschool. The guy in the video is part of a dance group at his church. Today I’m going to figure out how to put that in a video. Well here you go.

Road This s an excerpt from This American life episode. Someting for nothing. Ok now I’m done.

this is the real deal

drew — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 03:59:51 +0000

there is so much that I could say. So much. It is weird to be on the other side. I’m at a world changers event. I dont really know about it but the yellow hats camp out. Some of you know what I’m talking about. Schedules are out the window. Right now the boys in my room are debating basketball. Yeah I know nothing about that. Absolutely nothing one good thing. Internet who knew that in wiggins alabama we have wifi…that’s something. Ok I’m going to collect my thoughts. I’ll talk to you later.

drew

Ok I’m back because I want to talk about today a little bit. It has been great being around these guys. I found that Im not the goofy guy. I actually am so curious about their life that I dont want to waste it just goofing off and trying to be the funny guy. Like take Mark “I’m going to change their names because they can find this by just looking up my name”…I hear that he’s picked on at school or the leader who doesnt alway want to lead but will take the roal. Or the girl that is figuring out how to be a woman in a world that preys on them. Don’t get me started on how pissed I am at men. Or it could be the friends that are realizing that they are on the outside of this group..Any way they are all here. Its such a short trip its hard to imagine anything can happen here. Funny thing is I think God could do something. Here are the awsome things that I have seen so far. A schedule that has been thrown out the window. We really dont know what is going to happen at the next moment. Worship leader seems like a real nice guy. This is low tech which is good for these kids. For some reason they try to let tech stuff creep in and well it was real bad. Video was real bad but hey they tried. Note to other org. tech is not the answer to everything. If you dont have it be real we’ll enjoy that more than you trying. It really is ok. I’ll post some pictures of all the SL stuff that I saw today. JLC tshirts, lanyards on the main dude. We have infiltrated the small church. How did that happened. Must go to bed soon. Chatting with Amber so I got to go.

Peace

yesterday

drew — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 10:40:39 +0000

That was me watching an incredible scene of mean girls Jocks, Alabama boy haircut teens hanging out in the brookhills youth room. Yesterdays post was about how nervous I was meeting the kids that we are taking to Boluxi fora short mission trip. I lost all of it so you will just have to imagine. During the meeting a kid came in real late. Dressed with a satchel bag… trendy glasses and retro shirt. At the end of the meeting Wes asked “So any questions?” He asks “What was the meeting about?” Haaaaa Ha aha ha ha aha aha !! If he had said that in one of our meetings he would be made fun of to no end. Ah teenagers. Today I head of to another event and as soon as I get back late Saturday night I leave sunday morning around 7:00 AM. There is never good time for a mission trip. Thanks Faith for kicking me in the teeth about what I do for my church. My bags for that are already packed so all I have to do is come home sleep and leave the next morning.

In other news take a look at this. It may be the most ridiculous thing you have ever seen.

The quality is good. print came out great.. XXL is now a little too big for me but we will see after I wash it. American Apparel shirts arent preshrunk so we will see how that goes. I’ll start putting some together when I have some more time.

need to meet

drew — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 02:35:49 +0000

I’m two days into the new blog. I feel like I didnt do anything today and I didnt start going through emails until I got home. That is not a good day. I had a little freak out moment when a bunch of the guys were in my office. Switching between creative…administrative..managerial…well you get the point. I felt I wasnt doing either of those well. I just finished writing couple video ideas that I hope my partners will make better and I’m thinking about working on some photos. I probably won’t ….I’ve been thinking of working out before bed but I think I will leave it for the morning and keep on my routine. As you can tell I’m starting to shut down. I’m planning on visiting a church this weekend. More on that later. (That’s what you say when you doing really want to talk about it but you like bringing it up)

So they’ve been saying that people more easily talk about financial problems. I’m not about to start but I was talking to Hannah the other day about a great This American Life that gave us a great break down of how we got to where we are. Dont worry it’s not a partisan thing. I’ll link it here. Giant Pool of Money Then once you listen to that. Here is one on the banking system real cool. I’m actually in the middle of this one. Bad Bank Well I hope this helps. Hey keep you chin up. I’ll tell you about my dating life in the next post. That’ll cheer you up.

I remember what I was going to write about my friends AAron and BUsh are in Haiti doing something very ultra cause driven for compassion. Well they told us to tell others so here is me telling others. If you want to follow them

BLOG & TWITTER LINKS:
bush blog: www.stevenbush.org
bush twitter: www.twitter.com/stevenbush
ivey blog: www.aaronivey.com
ivey twitter: w ww.twitter.com/aaronivey

I just got word that they didnt make it to Haiti today…weather.

Kenya_day 1

drew — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:14:46 +0000

OK there is a story behind these pictures I will try to tell them. You may want to skip reading and just look. They tell a whole lot more than I do.

This is a mother daughter who have tested positive for HIV. I wrote no stigma because one of the things that compassion does is teach people how to live with the virus without shame. This is a strong family.

Here we are being shown the daily regiment of pills that they each have to take. 9:00 in the morning and 9:00 at night.

Jared met his sponsored child today. His name is Paul. They became fast friends.

OK last one. This is how i feel right now. Got to get to bed. I’ll get some more on tomorrow

We saw some pretty cool stuff today. It ended with meeting the LDP students that will be heading our way soon. Them being excited is an understatement. I spoke with Faith and I’m exhausted. I also had the biggest convicting question asked of me. She asked “What do you do at your church” I said, “what do you mean?” She replied “How do you serve at your church?” I said “I go” How about that for a kick in the teeth” I would cuss here but I hear that I may have some visitors. . She then ran down the list of what she did. I am a failure. Faith. How about that?

Awight kids we goin shopp’n

drew — Sat, 29 Nov 2008 02:43:25 +0000

After I finished writing my school stuff at the old Starbucks I stopped by to see my old friend scott ross. he sells mobile homes. now the only mobile anything i had ever been in are the trailers that every church i think has or the class room i taught in. i was just going to give a howdy do when he said we should take a tour of a couple. i have to admit i wanted to make sure every one knew that i wasnt looking for a mobile home. there is this stigma that has been placed on them. so i make sure i say that i live in a house in pelham. yeah i know pretty lame. anyway it was not what i expected. so to give full disclosure the pictures are below.

yes this is all one house. make you want to buy a mobile home doesnt it. All you need is some land and call my buddy up. In all seriousness this was something. i take it all back. Oh and this was the smaller of the two that we went in.

Sunday

drew — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 14:17:34 +0000

Today is my last day in Austin and Aaron dragged me to his church where he sings or something. I think its kinda cool that they set up in a gym every sunday. No real flash or anything just some video screens and a couple par cans. Peace.

Short memories

drewfrancis — Fri, 10 Oct 2008 22:37:28 +0000

So I went to the Civil rights museum. I dont have much to say other than it wasnt so long ago. I wonder how many people really know what I think. At the end of these videos ive attached King’s response to Bham clergy that asked him to calm down. Thank you for heros.

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I also have attached some of his response to clergy in Birmingham that wrote him while he was in jail.

Now, what is the difference between the two? How does one determine whether a law is just or unjust? A just law is a man made code that squares with the moral law or the law of God. An unjust law is a code that is out of harmony with the moral law. To put it in the terms of St. Thomas Aquinas: An unjust law is a human law that is not rooted in eternal law and natural law. Any law that uplifts human personality is just. Any law that degrades human personality is unjust. All segregation statutes are unjust because segregation distorts the soul and damages the personality. It gives the segregator a false sense of superiority and the segregated a false sense of inferiority. Segregation, to use the terminology of the Jewish philosopher Martin Buber, substitutes an “I it” relationship for an “I thou” relationship and ends up relegating persons to the status of things. Hence segregation is not only politically, economically and sociologically unsound, it is morally wrong and sinful. Paul Tillich has said that sin is separation. Is not segregation an existential expression of man’s tragic separation, his awful estrangement, his terrible sinfulness? Thus it is that I can urge men to obey the 1954 decision of the Supreme Court, for it is morally right; and I can urge them to disobey segregation ordinances, for they are morally wrong.

I must make two honest confessions to you, my Christian and Jewish brothers. First, I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice; who constantly says: “I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action”; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man’s freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a “more convenient season.” Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute misunderstanding from people of ill will. Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.

I have heard numerous southern religious leaders admonish their worshipers to comply with a desegregation decision because it is the law, but I have longed to hear white ministers declare: “Follow this decree because integration is morally right and because the Negro is your brother.” In the midst of blatant injustices inflicted upon the Negro, I have watched white churchmen stand on the sideline and mouth pious irrelevancies and sanctimonious trivialities. In the midst of a mighty struggle to rid our nation of racial and economic injustice, I have heard many ministers say: “Those are social issues, with which the gospel has no real concern.” And I have watched many churches commit themselves to a completely other worldly religion which makes a strange, un-Biblical distinction between body and soul, between the sacred and the secular.

There was a time when the church was very powerful–in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being “disturbers of the peace” and “outside agitators.”‘ But the Christians pressed on, in the conviction that they were “a colony of heaven,” called to obey God rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be “astronomically intimidated.” By their effort and example they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide and gladiatorial contests. Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church’s silent–and often even vocal–sanction of things as they are.

I hope this letter finds you strong in the faith. I also hope that circumstances will soon make it possible for me to meet each of you, not as an integrationist or a civil-rights leader but as a fellow clergyman and a Christian brother. Let us all hope that the dark clouds of racial prejudice will soon pass away and the deep fog of misunderstanding will be lifted from our fear drenched communities, and in some not too distant tomorrow the radiant stars of love and brotherhood will shine over our great nation with all their scintillating beauty.

Yours for the cause of Peace and Brotherhood, Martin Luther King, Jr.
Published in:
King, Martin Luther Jr.

Read this awhile ago and forgot

drewfrancis — Fri, 03 Oct 2008 00:01:37 +0000

The Spin
Friday, September 12 2008 @ 07:39 EDT
Contributed by: Invictus

(H/T Judy. Thanks.)

Black teen pregnancies? A ‘crisis’ in black America.
White teen pregnancies? A ‘blessed event.’

If you grow up in Hawaii you’re ‘exotic.’
Grow up in Alaska eating mooseburgers, you’re the quintessential ‘American story.’

Similarly, if you name your kid Barack you’re ‘unpatriotic.’
Name your kids Trig and Track, you’re ‘colorful.’

If you’re a Democrat and you make a VP pick without fully vetting the individual you’re ‘reckless.’
A Republican who doesn’t fully vet is a ‘maverick.’

If you spend 3 years as a community organizer growing your organization from a staff of 1 to 13 and your budget from $70,000 to $400,000, then become the first black President of the Harvard Law Review,create a voter regstration drive that registers 150,000 new African Amerian voters, spend 12 years as a Constitutional Law professor,then spend nearly 8 more years as a State Senator representing a district with over 750,000 people, becoming chairman of the state Senate’s Health and Human Services committee, then spend nearly 4 years in the United States Senate representing a state of nearly 13 million people, sponsoring 131 bills and serving on the Foreign Affairs, Environment and Public Works and Veteran’s Affairs committees, you are woefully inexperienced.
If you spend 4 years on the city council and 6 years as the mayor of a town with less than 7,000 people, then spend 20 months as the governor of a state with 650,000 people, you’ve got the most executive experience of anyone on either ticket, are the Commander in Chief of the Alaska military and are well qualified to lead the nation should you be called upon to do so because your state is the closest state to Russia.

If you are a Demoratic male candidate who is popular with millions of people you are an ‘arrogant celebrity’.
If you are a popular Republican female candidate you are ‘energizing the base’.

If you are a younger male candidate who thinks for himself and makes his own decisions you are ‘presumptuous’.
If you are an older male candidate who makes last minute decisions you refuse to explain, you are a ‘shoot from the hip’ maverick.

If you are a candidate with a Harvard law degree you are ‘an elitist ‘out of touch’ with the real America.
If you are a legacy (dad and granddad were admirals) graduate of Annapolis, with multiple disciplinary infractions you are a hero.

If you manage a multi-million dollar nationwide campaign, you are an ‘empty suit’.
If you are a part time mayor of a town of 7000 people, you are an ‘experienced executive’.

If you go to a south side Chicago church, your beliefs are ‘extremist’.
If you believe in creationism and don’t believe gobal warming is man made, you are ‘strongly principled’.

If you cheated on your first wife with a rich heiress, and left your disfigured wife and married the heiress the next month, you’re a Christian.
If you have been married to the same woman for 19 years with whom you are raising two beautiful daughters you’re ‘risky’.

If you’re a black single mother of 4 who waits for 22 hours after her water breaks to seek medical attention, you’re an irresponsible parent, endangering the life of your unborn child.
But if you’re a white married mother who waits 22 hours, you’re spunky.

If you’re a 13-year-old Chelsea Clinton, the right-wing press calls you ‘First dog.’
If you’re a 17-year old pregnant unwed daughter of a Republican, the right-wing press calls you ‘beautiful’ and ‘courageous.’

If you kill an endangered species, you’re an excellent hunter.
If you have an abortion you’re not a christian, you’re a murderer ( forget about if it happened while being date raped)

If you teach abstinence only in sex education, you get teen parents.
If you teach responsible age appropriate sex education, including the proper use of birth control, you are eroding the fiber of society.

church visit

drewfrancis — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 02:28:44 +0000

I went to visit a church today. wont say where. i watched this guy fall asleep. he was how I felt.

Hooker in church

drewfrancis — Mon, 28 Apr 2008 01:46:38 +0000

You ever feel like hooker in church? For some reason I felt like that today. Hands sweaty, eyes kept looking around. Yes weird I know. I hadn’t been in a while not for any good reason or some fundamental difference with Church policy laziness. Pastor said it best lazy Christian. While sitting there I realized God had been whispering or maybe yelling all day. Like I noticed this father talking with his some. Dont know why I just did. he was about 3 or 4. I dont know what the kid did but I know he was in trouble. Here is the part that caught my eye. He wasn’t yelling down to the kid. He was eye level with him. I heard the phrase “do you understand?” So he came down to this Hooker and said “do you understand?” When your job is doing ministry work you can become a lazy Christian. Ive been a lazy Christian for a bit. But he didnt yell down to me. He came down and asked me. No I have no argument of the theological argument of how God speaks to us. I just know I was a hooker in church today. Feeling like I shouldnt be there. feeling like I got stuff to work out before i can come back here. Feeling like im a failure right now so let me work it out and then I’ll come back. Hmm hooker in church. Well tha’s kinda all I got.

Oh I also think the phrase may be whore in church.