A Song My Granny Sang... by M. Dionne Ward

Baptist Church goes may recall this one. My granny sings this beautifully...

Pass Me Not

1. Pass me not O gentle savior
hear my humble cry
while on others thou art calling
do not pass me by

Savior, savior, hear my humble cry
while on others thou art calling
do not pass me by

2. Let me at a throne of mercy
find a sweet relief
kneeling there in deep contrition
help my unbelief

Savior, savior, hear my humble cry
while on others thou art calling
do not pass me by

3. Thou the strength of all my comfort
more than life to me
whom have I on earth beside thee
whom in Heaven but thee

Savior, savior, hear my humble cry
while on others thou art calling
do not pass me by

Empowered by M. Dionne Ward

To be empowered is to be armed with the potential to be a fully actualized individual capable of being the best one can possibly be. I ain't a hustler. I ain't a vagrant. I am not exactly a scholar. But I am aware of my potential.

A client named Pat told me today that there is no such thing as the "right person" for anyone. There are only people willing to do the work. This is coming from a 60 year old dude who is Christian, with his own past issues with marriage. He and his wife have even been in counseling. He even said he had wanted to give up. He recently was injured at his job, and therefore lost it. He is currently attaining a bachelor's degree.

I am saying life is often jacked up, and we may have to take different routes to arrive at one destination, but we get there eventually. We have been empowered to be great individuals, if we only are bold enough to claim it.

God bless. Fight for what you want. Go to battle for what you believe. Take a stand against evil. Love God above all things.

PEACE.

"Visions" by Stevie Wonder by M. Dionne Ward

This song makes me cry at times. It's truly one of my favorites of all time. Listen to it if you get a chance. Download it even.

People hand in hand
Have I lived to see the milk and honey land ?
Where hate's a dream and love forever stands
Or is this a vision in my mind ?

The law was never passed
But somehow all men feel they're truly free at last
Have we really gone this far through space and time
Or is this a vision in my mind ?

I'm not one who makes believe
I know that leaves are green
They only change to brown when autumn comes around
I know just what I say
Today's not yesterday
And all things have an ending

But what I'd like to know
Is could a place like this exist so beautiful
Or do we have to find our wings and fly away
To the vision in our mind ?

I'm not one who makes believes
I know that leaves are green
They only change to brown when autumn comes around

I know just what I say
Today's not yesterday
And all things have an ending

But what I'd like to know
Is could a place like this exist so beautiful
Or do we have to take our wings and fly away
To the vision in our minds ?

I'm Back by M. Dionne Ward

Why do we fall?

So that we may learn to pick ourselves up again. In that learning, applied to whatever circumstances that we may have dealt with, we become greater people. This is in theory, and if you align yourself with God. Some don't understand this concept, because they have given up.

Others, in picking themselves up, will put up a wall to all that lent them hurt. (I am surely guilty) But in the end, forgiveness is key in order to move beyond our hurt. God asks us to forgive, but to also protect our hearts. The context with which we deal with the aforementioned commands is crucial.

I am a forgiving soul. I hold no grudges. Beware of those grudges you hold, and how they could cripple the remainder of your life.

Time is short, and I've returned.

God bless.

Going Downtown by M. Dionne Ward

I spent the first part of the day getting my room in order. Too much crap, by God.

I had a scheduled assessment at the gym for 10am. I just made that, but it was worth it. I weighed in at 237, about 8 lbs less than my highest this year. My body fat is at 21%. I need to cut it to between 10 and 12%. He reiterated stuff I already know, like eating brown foods and avoiding the white. (visual clues for simple carbs and complex carbs) The Tosca Reno book was another suggestion, which I recall seeing at Christie's place.

He explained maximizing calorie burn by doing sets in pairs of fours. For example, 2 sets of lifts, an explosive set and a reactive set. The explosive set could be jumping jacks or explosive push ups. The reactive set could be core workouts, like sit ups. Keeps the body guessing. I alternated the 4 sets, doing pairs of one kind then the other. That was a hurter.

So downtown, 24 Hour Fitness. I found out I can drop 30 lbs in about three months. I say 2 or less. We will see.

Now I am watching Indiana Jones 4. I have a seminar to attend at 3:30 about making money in the travel industry in my spare time. Sounds promising, I guess.

God is gracious and merciful always. I thank him for my opportunities and my misgivings. I praise Him through good and bad.

Therapy, Part Duece (I AM A SUCCESS!) by M. Dionne Ward

Amazingly, I made it to therapy just about 3 minutes late. Traffic in Seattle was so damn brutal. I was excited to speak to the man again, especially concerning my issues of negativity and why I'm so hard on myself at times.

We spoke on my feelings of inadequacy, and why I would even feel this way. I told him (and I have had some time to think on this) that possibly I was feeling that I couldn't be the person others felt I was, or that I wouldn't be able to provide for my family the life they need. I also mentioned the fact that since my family is poor, maybe I feel as if I should be poor too, or that I don't deserve to make it out. It is a certain feeling of guilt that surrounds this idea, and that is a prison I've built.

He was intrigued by that, as if he'd never heard it before. A prison of the mind? Yeah, even before a friend mentioned this problem to me, I had thought people other than myself were exhibiting the symptoms. Lo and behold, the man righ' chere was suffering the same delusion. I am embarrassed to say it, but it's true.

The feelings of failure...he shrugged that off. He said that I should repeat "I am a success." several times daily in order to put myself in the right mind frame. That was good for me to hear, because once again, this is stuff I already know.

I guess I'm coming to the crossroads soon. The next steps will propel me forward as I have learned from my mistakes. My therapist said that those people who gain wisdom from their follies are able to use their knowledge to better themselves and gain insight for new beginnings.

I know I am a success. I have been a success since I came out of the womb. Just the fact that I'm breathing says I'm a success. I must make that my mantra for the month.

Next step, I'm gearing up to go to church. That excites me too.

Joy and Pain, Sunshine and Rain by M. Dionne Ward

Wow. The worst rainy day ever...in a week. I suppose I oughta get used to this crap, but that takes all the fun out of complaining. I did buy a new waterproof North Face jacket, which helps tremendously on days like this. I bought that joint while I was out marketing with Danny. I caught hell for it at the office, shopping on company time and all. But they really made light of it. It was kinda a big joke...but I "better not do it again."


I met two cool ass customers today. Steve was the first, a musician who hails from my corner of the planet, East St. Louis, IL. He asked where I was from, and when I told him, he laughed and said, "You're not from East St. Louis." I responded again, in jest, and he said, "I'm from Collinsville." Collinsville is right outside of East St. Louis, actually bordering it. I was excited, and gave him some dap. This guy is 57 years old, and said he came out here in 1980. What was interesting is that he left for the same reason I did: there is nothing back home. Even down to him calling his mother and telling her he wouldn't be back. I did the same thing. Damn, the world isn't as big as you might think. It's one big revolving door.

Steve plays guitar now. Seems that he used to work for Seattle, and eventually he quit to do his own art. That is a lot like what I want to do, dig? We talked about life in Seattle and what made it different from home. We have a lot of thoughts in common. He gave me one of his cards and said he would tell me about his next show. That was pretty awesome.

Then there was Pearl. Pearl is from Vancouver and her husband is from New York. She said it was a big adjustment driving around the city because the drivers aren't as aggressive in Vancouver. New York is also a faster pace compared to slow-down Seattle. That part was undeniable. I told her about my recent difficulties and she offered her advice. As young as she was, you would think twice about that, but she seemed very sincere and wise. I was amazed. She said something that touched me deeply: "Don't worry about everything else when you are falling apart. You have to take care of you to take care of everything else, and it will fall into place." Surely that's some wisdom for your ass, from a young girl no doubt.

After work I went and set up a new gym membership. The stupid gym has 12,000 members! It also has a saltwater pool, free aerobics classes and three floors. A big ass gym.
I am excited to be getting back on track. Lord knows I need it.

I'm out. God bless y'all. Even though it was rainy today, I got a bit of sunshine from good people.

Tired by M. Dionne Ward

I am so very tired tonight. I just moved all my stuff into my new place...it was, as once before, a grand ordeal.
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This time around I have a plan: I'm getting rid of hella crap I don't need, don't wear or just don't use. All this stuff takes up time and space.

The blog I sent earlier seemed to have failed. I will have to send it again or do it over.

God bless the weary.

Feels Good. by M. Dionne Ward

To be back on top like the champ I am. Went around today checking out the new territory downtown Seattle, getting acclaimated. Every was accomodating and enthusiastic, which made me comfortable. Danny showed me around and Melissa let me know some expectations. She even treated me to a glass of wine after work.

I asked God to give me an answer soon, and I know He will. I am on my way back to my new place, all packed up. I wanted to share a few photos I took today around the city, so enjoy.

Mustard Seed Faith by M. Dionne Ward

Let me just preface this by saying that no one deserves the goodness of God. It is by His grace and mercy that we are even allowed to live and breath. He is a just God, but he does not have to be fair. That said, let me testify about his mercy.

Last night, I was just thinking about how awful it was that I hadn't found a place yet, and I had seen at least 5 places by now. I decided I would check Craig's list once more before I got out. There were two rooms that caught my eye: one in Wedgwood, the other closer to the heart of Seattle. I emailed each hoping that I would get a response by Monday. I don't know much about Seattle, but I thought any place could be fine.

Before this had even come up, I had been hoping I could live close to a church or at least be able to attend one that I liked. I wasn't going to worry, 'cause I have enough on my plate, but I knew that would be nice for me.

Anyway, I sent the emails, not expecting a thing. Thirty minutes later I get a call from this lady about the place in Wedgwood. She sounded older, but she was also very nice, and an artist to boot. I felt comfortable with that, and I agreed to go and see the place the following day at 1.

I had not had much luck with this, and I was not liking the fact I would have to stay with KMad for a while until I found something. I packed up in the morning, and said my goodbyes, dreading the haul and the displacement. I was just not eager.

On my way to the place I began to feel anxious, looking for an exit that said "Lake City Way". It sounded familiar but I couldn't get it to click. I found my way to the exit, still confused, but more comfortable now I had found it. I followed it down to 95th amd saw a familiar sign, so familiar that my whole demeanor changed. Right then I knew it was fated for me to be here. The sign said "Mars Hill Church".

It was all I needed. The room was mine before I even stepped in. Bonnie, my landlord, is quite fond of art and her two dogs are well behaved. She showed me around and it just seemed right. So very right. My room has a view of Lake Washington, which is sweet. It has plenty of room for me. We closed the deal with a handshake.

The church is within walking distance. The ironic thing is that Christie's sister and here husband attend the church. I have been there a couple times before, and I really enjoyed the teachings. I will ask to get my Sunday mornings off so I can attend.

That right there you can't even make up. That is what is so amazing. Don't tell me what God can't do, man. That's real. I called my dad, in tears and just ecstatic to testify on how good God is. He was overjoyed. It was good to hear that he was proud of me for being a good son. More importantly, he expressed that just a little trust, a little faith in God, goes a long way. Mustard seed faith, it's called. Yeah man. This is so exciting! God moves! You can't tell me God don't exist. He is alive and real!

Come Together by M. Dionne Ward

I use Wikipedia constantly; daily. The more I use it, the more useful it seems. Thinking on it today, as I searched about one thing to another, from hazing to Brainiac, it dawned on me: Wikipedia is much like the people of the planet, linked by common threads, like cultures and ideas.

For example, I tested my theory by choosing a random subject: Smallville. From Smallville I read on, clicking on one link after another, different highlighted words that carry you to other sections of Wikipedia. I jumped around to Seth Green, to Brainiac, to hazing. It did not go exactly as that, but my point is that each of these links inside their subjects can carry you to subjects completely beyond your first intention. Honestly, I get lost in the learning sometimes. But I am quite inquisitive and well read, with a ravenous hunger that Wikipedia feeds.

I am just saying that it is awesome to look at, how each subject is tied to another by some commonality. Much like we are, as people. We have friends that know of others, that know of someone famous. I mean, look at Myspace. It is a networking juggernaut that bridges the gap of distance and societal ideals. The internet itself, does this, so easily. I guess the world is not so big as we thought.

We are coming together once again, as it was in the past. People helping people, sharing thoughts and ideas toward a common bond and the need to be understood.

We will continue to come together, and hopefully for the better.

Titus (Taylor of Cahok') by M. Dionne Ward

I haven't talked to Titus in a long time. Man...

I was telling him about my recent dilemma and he was more than happy to offer a bit of insight. Seems that he had gone through a breakup as well, and he also commented on one of our mutual friends, Robert Rose, and how he was separated from his girl, who is now his wife. Rose was going crazy being away from her, his mind thinking a million things. He was in Kansas and she was Boston. It was tough for them for a time, but they made it.

Titus and I lived in the projects together. We both had single moms (at times) and we went to the same high school- played on the same football team. We both got out, too. He said that his mom is so proud of him that no one can say anything bad to her about him. Even though he admits to not having accomplished all he desired, he damn sure ain't ashamed of it. He's where a lot of folks wish to be.

Knowing that he has struggled too, makes me feel better. It was a surprise to have him call me after a random text..we don't talk everyday. He just wanted to be there for me 'cause he knew it's better to talk about things than internalize them. "Man, you hold all that shit inside and you'll just explode. Better talk to folks that been through the same stuff..." That's real talk.

I feel I'm just finding out who my friends are, and I feel good. I also know how to handle things in the future.

Speed by M. Dionne Ward

The years have gone by leaving me to answer for the future seemingly caught in a loop. Though I move forward I recall those days lost when I had no clue to what life really meant. It's the blinding speed of learning what moves to make when there are only two paths to choose. There is win and there is lose.

What You Feel vs. What's Real by M. Dionne Ward

My dog Antonio. I called him today to tell him about what I have been feeling and how much stress I've been in, and he lifted my spirits. First, he let me know that what you feel, all those emotions that we have about our positions and our success is all feeling and false. But the reality is that we have come further than we can give ourselves credit. Often we get the two confused, and our feelings betray us. Peep game on some examples-

Feeling: I don't have the type of job I need.
Reality: I have a job. I have an advanced degree. I came from nothing to something.

Feeling: I haven't accomplished as much as others my age.
Reality: I traveled to a place where I knew no one, and made a life for myself.

Feeling: I failed at so much.
Reality: I wrote a book. I made it out of the ghetto.

These type of thoughts are what I had fallen victim to. This is the voice of the devil, robbing me of my joy at every turn. I had already been told I had the victory, just because I am out here doing this all by myself. Who can say that they have done as much as I have? Not many at all. Matter of fact, there are people in my hometown struggling to do things that I have found easy. I was blessed by God, ordained to be a magnificent man of genius and moral fiber. Yet, I am not excluded from temptation and evil. We all fall short of the glory of God, my friends. We are all sinners. So I had begun to think that I had failed at my life, and was stressed about being able to give something of substance to someone else.


"I don't really feel what you've failed at," Antonio asked. "What have you failed at? Can you answer that...?" Antonio was adamant. I couldn't really answer. Only thing I could come up with is that maybe I feel afraid that I will fail. Or that I am afraid of being successful. Either way, they are both wrong and false images. One thing I didn't fail at was getting someone to love me, and loving them back. I didn't fail at getting these degrees. I am a success.

"Everybody I know is at a different place than they wanna be. Everybody feel like somebody at a better place than they are." Antonio speaks like some sort of saint at times. He often just says the right thing as if he's known it all along and you're too silly to have seen it. It's almost like matter-of-fact. I admire that about him. He told me he admires the fact that I set goals for myself and make them. He reminded me of years ago when he visited me at home and he saw all of the written goals on my wall, particularly the one about "Go Back to School!" Hell, I had nearly forgotten that.

I told him that I appreciated his help and kind words, and he said. "No problem man. We all need it at times. I'll probably be calling you tomorrow." He laughed at that because we have been known to help one another constantly, as friends should. It's to be expected.

God is good all the time, and all the time, God is good. Recall your own feelings about any situation and remember the lesson I have learned: feelings/emotions will always betray you, but reality will never fail. Reality is concrete and definite, but emotions will fade at times. You have the opportunity to know the difference between the two and make the best choice for yourself.

Leaving ERAC airport @ Seatac by M. Dionne Ward

First I must say that this has been the most fun I have had at any job. I will miss the folks here and I mean everyone. I made a lot of friends and learned hella, so I am down for the next round.

On to a new branch and insight to new pieces of my life. I am excited. Thanks goes out to K-Mad, Dave Bailey, Katie Snow, Presto Change-O, Michelle, Gene Gene the Dancing Machine, Isaiah, Mike M., Billy, Brad, Lance, Luana, Melly Mel, Seth Orr and everyone that made the B7 experience extra spizz-ecial. I'm kiddin', yo. Y'all make a cat wanna cry or something...I'll miss ya.

Escapism by M. Dionne Ward

In the moments I share now within myself the dismay clouds
an otherwise bright day making the worries cripple my movement
and I wish to be someone else, some other time.

Escapism, the idea of liberation leaves me to ponder my prison,
these walls that I have built, brick solid and clear as glass
do not give to my touch, cold as the past.

Reading between is living in place of a dream
is living a lie of probable success, holding onto nothing that
is of consequence in this reality- to overcome is a process.

The means of freedom, the scheme to fly, to make your wings
the reason why that caged bird sings, is nothing if you can't believe
that believing in yourself is the key you need.

Id, Ego, Super-Ego (A path to freedom) by M. Dionne Ward

Let me just say that the research for this piece was done after viewing the movie "Revolver". Check it out if you get the chance...

Freud argued that the mind was composed of three theoretical constructs: the id, the ego and super ego. Fashioned in infancy, the id is the summation of the basest desires, such as food and sex. It is the most animalistic and instinctual of the three, lying in direct opposition to the super-ego. The ego is supposedly the “self”, which is what we have become through interaction with the world around us. It actually is driven to satiate both the id and super ego. “The Ego comprises that organized part of the personality structure which includes defensive, perceptual, intellectual-cognitive, and executive functions. Conscious awareness resides in the ego, although not all of the operations of the ego are conscious.” The ego is said to be a slave to three masters: the id, the super-ego and the world. This is because the “self” must attempt to work and live in harmony with each of these constructs in the most pleasurable way possible. The super-ego is the refined part of the psyche, regulating and defining the higher ideals of the ego. The super-ego allowing feelings of guilt and remorse. Feelings, fantasies, hunger and sex will be prohibited by this construct if they are defined by the ego’s ideals as such.

Thinking of this, I know that we each have three personalities fighting within us, jockeying for position. Herman’s Head, a 90’s sitcom involving a man and his unconscious interactions with the three distinct parts of his mind, is reminiscent of Freud’s psychic apparatus.

My Id would be called “Big Dogg”. Big Dogg is a nickname that was given to me in the dawn of my adolescence. At this time, as with most twelve year-olds, I was exploring girls and sports, things that gave me pleasure. I was experimenting, feeding the monster that was my id without concern for who I hurt. Sex was my vice, as I recall. It was the one thing that I sought to explore above all else, and I didn’t care what harm I caused myself or those I came in contact with. Big Dogg is the animal side, the growling beast that smiles like a baby, yearning for satisfaction, willing to feel pain for pleasure.

Marcelle is the Ego. He is me, or as close to the “real” me as possible. He is the culmination of experiences, the benefactor of situations. He has reaped what he has sown, and accepted the consequences of his actions. He feeds the id and super ego, vacillating between both hemispheres, an unconscious mediator at times. I am still not sure how to understand or differentiate between Marcelle-me or Marcelle-ego. I don’t know if they are the same or totally opposed. That is the problem, because I know that I can be fooled into thinking that the ego is me, because it tells me how to interact according to the whims of the id and super-ego as well as my environment, “the world”.

Ward Prefect is the Super-Ego. He is the teacher, the admonisher and the advocate for change. I find that the ideals that are embraced by the Ego can be enforced by Ward Prefect. I believe that God is at the forefront when the Super-Ego can be accessed, and that I am at my best when I am able to trust in my own ideals. Support for restraint and meditation are found there; the love of God emanates throughout if I am able to keep the clear mind that my super-ego endorses.

What is most puzzling is that when I became aware of these three psychological constructs, I found myself able to combat inclinations that I had previously left unchecked. It is like I am peering through the window of my own house, watching each of these personalities interact. Big Dogg’s on the couch, Ward Prefect is reading and Marcelle is trying to get them both to help clean up the house. It seems surreal now; like I can see myself for the first time. Now I am thinking there is a fourth construct: true self, or the Watcher.

This idea of the Watcher is not without its difficulties. One has to be aware of which one of the constructs he is dealing with at any one time, so as to not lose control of the self. The ego identifies with safety and resists struggle at times. The Watcher can see these hesitations and act upon them for the better of the whole being. Each of these parts, each construct, is still dependent upon the other. I believe what makes it all so marvelous is the idea that we don’t have to be slaves to any of them: we can benefit from regarding each, scrutinizing our moments carefully. We can weigh decisions better, and form more positive relationships.

It has been said, and I will believe this until my death, that 100 percent of our perceived external enemies are falsely created by our egos due to the fears, ideals and mores that culture, the world and our experiences have forced upon us. The true enemy all along is inside us: the ego sometimes becomes us and is able to lead us into a false sense of self. It makes us believe that we are it, and the feelings it expresses are true enough for us to follow and benefit from. If you think about it, why is your enemy your enemy? What makes him bad to you? Is it the ideas of others or your experience with them? Is it because of an idea you had about them, or an action that they took? What is the real cause of your feelings of hate or fear towards them? Christ came to Earth to present the reality of living in peace with one another. He championed love over hate, peace over war, and forgiveness over bitterness. He asked us to love our neighbors and forget about ourselves for once. It is in the self that we create these demons that cause us to fear people, situations and ideas contradictory to our own. That is profound, for as I think on it, all of the enemies I may have thought I had, were just formed through my fears, brought on by my interaction with the world. Why would I say that I hate another man, when he has not personally caused me harm? Should I call a man my enemy because he does not believe as I? Or because he does not like me? He may not like me because of someone else or something that his culture has instituted upon him. That is a prison of its own, and I need not be shackled again. We should live free and as friends through God.

This is another path to freedom.

Running Through the Trenches by M. Dionne Ward

In all, I feel that this time I have spent here in the Northwest has been challenging and top of that, stimulating. This is some intense stuff, you dig? I mean, I have gone through love challenges, relationships, and bullshit. All of it so necessary. But still, where do I go from here? Marriage is surely a next step, a possibility, but will it pull it all together and make everything solid? Don't know, but I can say that I am in need of answers. It's scary not knowing what to become, or where to turn. Becoming the best of oneself is the next phase, but how is that done? How can I see through to being more than I am?

I write on this constantly, but I have never really come up with the answer. Maybe it's just walking the path, trying to get to the being. In my head, I know what I would like to become, but it doesn't always work out. "You don't know where you goin' when you lost.", says GURU. And that's real. Maybe I am lost. Maybe God will give me the chance to find myself. I need to know how to be happy. I mean really happy. I think that I suffer this because I haven't given myself the chance to see the real me. I talk all this smack about being "above" all this nonsense in the world, but I'm wrapped up tightly in the shit, wound up like a toy car. But I will figure it out. That is gives me integrity. I have the ability to look at one side and step back to contemplate the other. I stay true, with honor, and I will take one for the team. I will be the one who gives it all up for truth, because it is more precious than gold.

Here me know, man, I ain't no stupid ass dude. I may be a bit confused, but I will not regret my life. I must do the best to make sure I am happy. I won't be my uncle. I won't be my pastor. I won't be my pop, either. I will be Marcelle in all of this. I will establish my own individuality, and become a productive member of society.

Peace, and all the rest go mad.

FEY: intro (part 3) by M. Dionne Ward

“Excessively refined” indicates that one has moved beyond what is considered cultured in the simplest meaning of the term. I would say that being a Christian means peeling back the detritus that lies within the current self, to expose a more accurate and polished version of what we have become. To be “born again” means that we must become a new being, baptized and filled with the Holy Spirit. Once we ask Jesus Christ into our lives, the Comforter is there, and we are made clean again. This dedication is not only a symbol, but the reality of what Christianity represents: become a new and refined creature through an acceptance of Jesus Christ as personal Savior. Being “excessively refined” requires much dedication and prayer, which is what God asks of us. We must dedicate our lives to Him, and work to polish off that which is holding us back. When one becomes a Christian, he or she is feels convicted of the sins they commit, and because of this, seeks to repent and make real life changes. This means that all of the fornication, drunkenness and other sinful acts must cease. Not to say that this is an easy feat, but God is there to be our strength in those rough moments. He asks that we seek Him when we are lost and feel most vulnerable. In this manner, as we seek and change and improve, we are refining each bit of our lives, inside and outside.

Unconventional. Quaintly. I was never one for convention. If anything, I was so out of the ordinary that my friends labeled me “weird” or “nerd” or some other partly accurate terms that I have since forgotten. I have always known that I was unlike anyone else, and that most of my interests lay outside the boundaries of my family and friends. The only people I know that closely resemble who I am, interests and all, are my brother and father. Even though I never really lived with them growing up, as a man I have come to understand that we are alike in so many ways. We all have a love of hip-hop music, even as their choice is gospel rap. I listen to that as well, but my interests are a bit broader. We love comic books, cartoons and sports. We share the ability to draw as well, although my ability may be a bit more refined than theirs. In any event, I have never followed the crowd. I have always blazed my own trail, and followed my own heart. In college, I even studied with people from the 5 Percent Nation, a group that believes the Black man is the maker and owner of the Earth, gods in their own right. I was always searching for truth, for something deeper, but not until I reaffirmed my relationship with Christ, was I undeniably released from the chains of doubt and regret. The “quaintly unconventional” moments in my life lead me to the place where I am today, writing these words as a testament to those who are doubtful and hopeless.

FEY: intro (part 2) by M. Dionne Ward

The second definition reads “marked by an otherworldly air or attitude”. Mysterious right? Someone like Jesus or Ghandi or Buddha would be fey. People that I have met along my little journey of living have suggested that I have an old soul. I gathered that this means that I am a little more learned and quite possibly a bit wiser than someone else of the same age. My attitude about life suggests this, and so I find that it serves me well. I don’t dare suggest that it has anything to do with my I.Q. or how many degrees I have. It isn’t even about what I have accomplished. It’s more about what God has done with opening my eyes to the Truth, and my ability to discern what is right and good. It is just one of my God given abilities, and I continue to cultivate it. It is not so otherworldly as it is having faith in God as it comes to the choices I make, whether they are good or bad. Once again, all Christians should have this characteristic.

Ha. The third definition is simply “crazy”. I don’t know about you, but sometimes, I might seem a little crazy. This is not because I am out of my mind, but because I do things contrary to the status quo. Much like Jesus, we as His followers must exhibit godly characteristics that go beyond mere words and translate to action. His actions were often met with criticism and scorn. Many of his own people threw stones at him and spit upon him because he was stirring up controversy within their society. He told people that He was the Son of God. That didn’t just make people think he was crazy, it made them want him dead. He was hated and reviled by those who refused to understand his cause. Even now, Jesus is hated, but continues to work miracles through His Word. So when I pray in the Spirit or if I pray for a co-worker, some will find it unsettling because they are not used to being prayed upon. When I lay hands on someone and pray for healing, some will find that unusual as well. They may think I am crazy. This is to be expected, for the Lord said, “we will be hated” just as He was. We will experience something of the rejection and revulsion that He did, and will be hated for His namesake. That matters not to me. If I will be hated because I am thankful for what the Lord has done for me, if people think that I am crazy just because I love and have faith in my God, then so be it. I’ll be that. I’ll be crazy. I would rather be a little crazy than mostly lost.