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When Christian’s Don’t Understand Christian Education

Posted on July 19, 2013, by , under Education, Seventh-day Adventist.

If I had a dollar for every time I heard someone ask, “what’s the difference between children who go to church school and those who go to public school?”… I’d have a down payment on some fancy car. The real question is not, what is the difference, but rather (in this age of best-practice) what is the outcome? Because I am plainly told in scripture that a child trained in the way in which they should go, will not depart from it when they are old. The word “depart” means apostatize.  I rather like the biblical statistical outcome that my children will not apostatize if they are trained in the way in which they should go while they are young. Besides, children spend most of their day-time hours from K-12 in a school. These are the last days, why wouldn’t I want my child in an environment that is Christ-centered?

Skeptics point to the bad seeds who attended church school and the PK’s who tear up the pea-patch, as the litmus test of Christian education and call it a waste, when in fact many kids in public school are also bad seeds and the Preacher’s Kid wasn’t born in a manger, so setting the bar higher for PK’s is actually a double standard that essentially truncates a fair assessment of the facts.

I attended church school. (I hear many moans). Truly, my life was not the paradigm of  virtue and no one will validate my bid for poster child of Christian education. But like Whoopi Goldberg’s character Ceely in the Color Purple said, “I’m [still] here.” Where am I you ask? I am in the church. I am in God. I am in Sabbath School. I am looking forward to the Second Coming!

Was I always here (in the church), yes and no. I never stopped attending but there were times in my life when my body was on the pew but my lifestyle was far from the sanctuary.

Nevertheless, the seed that was planted by my parents, my teachers, and the preacher eventually outgrew the thorns sown by the devil, the world, and evil influences.

The deeply rooted relationships formed in my youth connected me to my friends in the faith, which linked me back to my faith after I walked away from my faith, so I had to return to my faith, because departing from my faith was like cutting off my life-line. Like the tendrils on the vine can’t get water if it is not connected to the roots, I thirsted for those relationships that were established in Christ, and anything established in Christ is rooted.

I came back to “MY ROOTS.” In order for there to be roots, something must be planted.

This is where people start arguing that the parents can plant the Word so the argument for Christian education is not sustainable. Sure they can, and they must. But parents can’t replace peers.  The relationships and friendships I developed with other kids who attended church school with me, Sabbath school with me, Pathfinders with me, boarding school with me, and college with me, is irreplaceable. Nothing can supplant my experience at Berean Junior Academy, Georgia Cumberland Academy, and Oakwood College. The experience was absolutely irreplaceable. Something was planted.

In this world of pretense, fair-weather friends and relationships that shift with the wind, its great to have a LARGE group of reliable people with whom you share faith, values, diet, the observance of the Sabbath and the ultimate hope in the Second Coming of Jesus!

I know it sounds awfully trite. But my friends played a huge role in my body re-joining my mind back at the sanctuary. As a Seventh-day Adventist Christian, I belong to a worldwide group of believers who come together for youth federations, prayer meetings, church services, Alumni Weekend, Camp meeting, workers meeting and world-wide General Conferences. And when someone is missing, inquiring minds want to know, because in a strange way, Adventist kids are like one big family and we all belong to one  another.

The psychology behind “belonging” is not superficial. Some people choose to join street gangs in order to fulfill the need to belong. While others join sororities and fraternities to get a sense of brother and sisterhood. All I did was went to the closest Adventist school. (Ebonics intended)

The Seventh-day Adventist church has a very unique message. We are a unique people. We eat differently. We dress differently. We SANG differently. And most importantly, we worship differently. Why would any parent subject their children to the uniqueness of Adventism both in the home and on the Sabbath, and then turn around and send them to a public school to be challenged by the status quo of the world?

Sure, remind me that Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, were little lights down in Babylon. But they were also in captivity. Why bring the time of trouble upon yourself early (inside joke) lol for those who are familiar with EGW, and attended PFA, who find the terms “veggie cop” and off-shoots funny; who rush out of the mall on Friday evening in the nick of time and find it imperative to get to church on time (unlike back in the day), because you don’t want to miss praise and worship; who scream, jump up and down, and hug like groupies when they haven’t seen each other for years!

I would let you in on the secret. But it’s a Christian school thing, you wouldn’t understand.


Why I Love My Gay Babies…But Still Have Aught Against Them

Posted on November 29, 2010, by , under Bishop Eddie Long, child molestation, LGBT community, on the down low, sex and the saints, sexuality, talking to tasha radio show, World AIDS day message.

AIDS RIBBONYes, this is the follow up article/rambling/post/blog to the prior musings sub-titled, Bruthah’s in Sheep’s (Wolves) clothing. Peradventure someone thinks I am bashing. I need to clear a few things up with my Lesbian, Gay, Bi-Sexual, Transgender (LGBT), community but before I do there are a few things I have against you:

(1) Just because I do not agree with you, vote with you, or march with you, doesn’t mean I HATE you, gay babies. Answer: I have my opinion and you have yours. Respect mine and I will respect yours. However, I will not in good conscience roll with you on behalf of civil rights. There are people in the world dying of hunger, people suffering heavily due to their ethnicity, class, and the color of their skin (still) and people dying of AIDS…your right to have a civil union or to openly, practice homosexuality, or lesbianism in the military is not my battle.

(2) Stop making everyone who does not believe as you do into the devil himself. This is selfishness to think that your agenda is “The only agenda.” My God, blacks have been fighting for the right to fair and humane treatment for well over 400 years. Get in line…better yet, use some of your influence to help black folks…when was the last time the GLBT community organized a nationwide march, sit in, or boycott for blacks. Yeah that’s what I thought.

(3) For once and for all, GAY IS NOT THE NEW BLACK! I am who I am before I open my mouth, wag my butt, flip my wrist, or sashay across the room – you can tone it down and cover all that up. I cannot cover black. Black doesn’t crack, wash off, nor is it easily disguised. I cannot be black in the closet or black on the “down low.”  Here’s a litmus test. If you can fool some of the people even some of the time, you are probably not black. I have never fooled anybody, ever. I’m really black and I resent you for attempting to similarly situate yourself under the SAME banner which my forefathers and mothers died brutal deaths.

(4) Lastly, but certainly not least, stop trying to dismantle or make the scriptures fit your desire for one another. You do not need to justify your earthly, sensual, feelings for one another by defaming, condemning, or misconstruing the Bible. Sodom and Gomorrah was not an allegory, stop wresting the scriptures to your own destruction. It’s better to be hot or cold, so stop with the tepid, middle of the road pretense of Christianity in new garb. Christians follow Christ and Christ was the son of God who was with God and in God reconciling the world to himself and with Him in creation and before creation. That being said, both the Old Testament and the New Testament (scriptures that testify of Him) condemn homosexuality as sin and an abomination. Feel free to start up a new religion where the Bible is not your guidepost, since you have all but torn it up, inside out and rendered something more like a New Age Renaissance version of Pompeii. The Bible does not fit your lifestyle, gay babies. I know the Bible is teeming over with wonderful words of comfort and has the power to soothe the sin sick soul, but only if you accept it as the Word of God – you know, take the bitter with the sweet.  It also condemns liars, adulterers, thieves, and the other whoremongers I don’t feel like talking about today. I cannot imagine that anyone would tamper with God’s Word who believes there is a God. The Bible is God’s Holy Word and the Holy Spirit moved upon holy men as they wrote. LEAVE IT ALONE. I would much more respect you for starting your own religion, and creating your own dogmas and having your own book of rules or commandments, than messing with mine. I will not accept homosexuality as righteous no matter how convoluted your interpretation, so give it up. Remember true Christians are willing to die for their beliefs, and many were cast into lions’ dens, burned at the stake and one most notably Christ Jesus, was crucified. Are you really, that interested in claiming the Bible in defense of immorality, and would you die to make your point?  I think not.

Love My Gay Babies

Now on to why I love you. Unlike the down low, low down brothuh’s, you are out of the closet, open about who you are, honest about what you do, and would never approach me and my brother too. I NEED you to stay in your lane, not cross over, not play both sides against the middle and never, sleep with women and men – especially if the woman does not know you are doing so. This I find to be sinister indeed, that a man should have a man and have a woman and the joke is on her. So be as bad as you wanna be…God allows us to make choices, just don’t take mine away from me!

Gay babies, it’s hard for me to listen to the stories I have heard about your sexual history, and remain silent. You see, I have secretly, although unscientifically polled my friends and people I have met in passing who are gay or lesbian, and wonder of wonders over 90% of you site your first sexual experience as abusive, molestation, incestuous, or rape but rarely a consensual sexual relationship – that would be difficult since many of you were coerced as children. Which leads me to wonder, what if you had never been abused, molested, or raped? What if your first experience had been with someone of the opposite sex and it was consensual, and gentle, and did not leave you feeling ashamed and confused as you related to me. I wonder how many of you with credibility would agree with the jack-legged scientists, who diminish your same gender loving self as born gay. Really? My post title “Gay Babies” is a term of endearment…there are no gay babies. Born gay? Your first sexual experience was abusive, molestation, incestuous, or rape, but you were born gay. I must admit, it’s easier to claim gay than turned out.

To say some of my best friends are gay, or were gay, or are struggling with being gay, is not a tall tale. I have been treated like the Queen (no pun intended) I am by my gay male friends and in my single years, would much rather go out on a date with them (when they are not prowling) than some other brothuh’s. I’m sure this is baffling, and difficult to reconcile but I can clear up the apparent dichotomy, since I am a most avowed Christian. I never felt judged, around my gay male friends, (although some of you can be a little mirror seduced, arrogant, and more superficial compared to my girlfriends). I always felt free to be exactly who I was around you. Talkative, free-spirited, and unpretentious, and there was never any confusion about who would pay, we alternated, or they would pay for me without asking. It was a totally unfettered relationship, and of course most of all, NOTHING was expected at the end of the night except the promise that we would do it all again and soon!

If you are reading this letter and you have “gaydar” (as I do) then use it wisely. God has “gifted,” you with the intrinsic ability to see the beauty in those who seek male-male relationships and/or female-female relationships. You also have the ability to see the spirits that are warring there. Tread softly. The enemy does not want you to disturb what lies beneath. For every vice, there is a spirit, and those spirits have existed for centuries before you were born, therefore, only the anointing has power to break this yoke. I have met a coupling of two very different homosexual spirits, one hostile the other hostage. One hateful, the other helpless. The hateful, hostile spirit needs the love that God has imbued within us as well as the hostage, helpless spirit. The ability to see the warring soul is just the beginning of the possession of the anointing. The ability to bring deliverance is when the anointing has possession of you. Most importantly, never forget, if you truly have the ability to see into a wounded, warring soul, you have the spiritual gift of discernment. Discernment allows you to see where the pain was initiated at the first point of contact, the corruption of spirit. We typically condemn it as defiling, an abomination. But this should move us to compassion, not hatred, when we look out on the multitude, and see that there are MANY inside those warring, wounded souls…Legion he called himself, “for we are many.”


Low Down or Down Low, Bruthah’s (Wolves) In Sheep & MSM Clothing

Posted on November 22, 2010, by , under editorial solutions publishing.

Til’ death do us part, so goes the ubiquitous line in the marriage vow. But why does it really have to be death that breaks us apart. AIDS is killing African American women at a disproportionate rate…15 times more than our white female counterparts to be exact.1  Many people are beginning to think it is because of black men, (who are fearful of coming out of the closet), choosing rather to play the role as straight, while creeping on the “down low.” Of course, these are just behind closed doors discussions, however, the numbers in the light of day do not lie. According to the CDC, “In 2006, black men [who were having sex with men] accounted for 63% of new infections among black men…”²  For those who do not recognize the acronym or terminology, men who have sex with one another, sometimes refer to themselves as, MSM or Men who have Sex with Men, rather than gay. If you saw the movie For Colored Girls, Janet Jackson’s mate disclosed that he was a man who enjoyed having sex with other men, but of course, he did not consider himself gay…Most Sistah’s I know, would disagree – we typically believe if you are a man who has sex with a man – YOU ARE GAY! Why all the new names anyway to cloak homosexual activities. I think it is a product of shame. When you are ashamed you hide, cover, cloak, deceive and pretend. Bruthuh’s who are hiding, covering, cloaking, deceiving and pretending to be straight when they are gay are killing black women – emotionally and in many cases literally. As loyal as we have been to you in spite of our troubled historicity in America, you should be ashamed to be a coward. We endured slavery with you, cruel raping and sadistic beatings beside you, marched with you in the civil rights movement, praised you when the world use your backs for concrete, raised you as single mothers – but managed to produce football players (like Curtis Martin) and surgeons (like Ben Carson)…you should be ashamed to put your private parts in both the sacred place of a woman and the abominable place of a man. Kudos to Oprah for allowing men who have been molested to come out on her show…what an opportunity to disclose and shake off the shame. But I’m just one voice crying out in the wilderness…make the crooked straight, bring the high low…and expose the down low…Bruthah’s come out of the closet if you are in hiding… especially if you are hiding in a Sistah’s bed!

1 CDC reference HIV Among African Americans”

²CDC reference and link to “HIV Among African Americans”


Southern-Big-Mouth-Belle Hollering About AIDS

Posted on October 31, 2010, by , under Uncategorized.


Growing up in the south, in all my days, I had been told that having “a big mouth” was unbecoming. As much as you see Southerners hollering across the way at their neighbors in the movies…that’s just the movies. In reality polite Southerners mind their own business and most of us who grew up in the south understood sign language. From the finger over the lips to the furrowed brow, my mother had a way without words of conveying, shut up, to my siblings and myself. Especially for the girls, was it forbidden to talk loudly, scream, or God forbid, holler at the President of the United States.

The world is very different now.

Women holler, and sometimes people listen. Sometimes, it is the only time people listen. I’ve been hollering about the plight of women, minorities, and children in the HIV epidemic for more than 15 years.

Before AIDS was a public crisis, it was my personal obsession.

In 1988, in my high school annual, I wrote under secret ambition, “Cure AIDS.” In 1988, the biggest American-media driven event was the Iran-Contra Affair. The same year, my first known Surgeon General, C. Everett Koop, wrote “Understanding AIDS.” I still have a copy.

It is 2010 (22 years and many deaths later) and AIDS is the number 1 killer of African Americans between the ages of 22- 45 and apparently the nation’s capital has one of the highest infection rates in the country.

I figure a few days before the mid-term election is probably a great time to voice your opinion about the cause for which you are most passionate. I watched the news as hecklers in Boston railed, instead of rallying, while President Obama attempted to address a crowd of at least 10,000 in support of Massachusetts Gov. Deval Patrick. The hecklers screamed out for more funding for AIDS, to which Obama replied, we have increased funding – further adding that the hecklers should heckle the Republicans – a diminutive, but pointed inference inviting the hecklers to check the record between the Republicans and the Democrats on AIDS funding.

Perhaps the hecklers were just being “good citizens” informing the President about the plight of his neighborhood – simply hollering across the way. He does reside in D.C.

All southern etiquette aside, I’m glad somebody hollered. Somehow, Mother’s sign language wouldn’t have had the same impact. Given the grave statistics, doesn’t it make you wanna holler?


Endangered Species: The Youth In America

Posted on October 9, 2010, by , under blog talk radio, Book reviews, sex and the saints, HIV/AIDS, commentary on the news, world events, editorial solutions publishing, Natasha David-Walker, Phhealthed, sex and the saints, talking to tasha radio show, Video & Podcast.


I am disgusted. I still don’t hear much about HIV/AIDS in America given the statistics, meanwhile back at the farm (the funny farm, also called Holly-weird) sex rules the day, drugs are glorified, the church is vilified, and most of us still can’t decide which side of the fence we are on! I’m not hating on the film industry, I’m just wondering when Christians will get as serious about what we believe as they are about what they believe. If we say we believe in the Word of God, sex within marriage is what the Bible promotes as God’s Plan. Get with the program, say it loud and say it proud…abstinence needs to be promoted in the homes and churches, and the communities and schools need to embrace a direct, but wholesome discussion about sex all across America. I know we are in a financial melt-down and grant funding has gotten scarce, but the rate of HIV infections will probably significantly increase with the increase of meth and crack users, imagine how much money you will need for drug and HIV intervention. Not to mention the prisons are filled to capacity with many people who need treatment and HIV education. By Any Means Necessary we need to reach the youth, but until we collectively take this crisis seriously…I remain disgusted!