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Move ease, Faith Trek… The Wrath of Zhon
And the evil one states.. To the last, I grapple with thee; From Hell’s heart, I stab at thee; For hate’s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.
Doctor Bombay, Doctor Bombay emergency, emergency come right away!
Where is your Church? where is your fellowship, Who is your Pastor? Do you have an emergency exit just in case! In case of what? I’m Glad you asked……..!
Minister John Gary Dewberry Jr what preach you
YOUR CORRECTION! IS IN THE WRONG DIRECTION
I Peter Chapter 5, 1 – 14 (KJV) 7 Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.
8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:
9 Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world.
This truth of mine; I write like murder she wrote, is not reverse psychology but a psychology in reverse. Backwards and mind teasingly void of direction, appearing to play with your sub-conscious mind. A mind now striped of alteration, now clear thought seems cloudy. The Bible says, I Corinthians 13:12 (KJV)
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
13 And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.
Charity is love, the Love to search and find you, to let you know If we are on the LORDS side, chosen by the LORD as peculiar. The peculiar is to praise and worship JESUS Christ as the only begotten Son of God, The Great I AM, That I AM. And speak by faith, that JESUS walked on earth as perfect Man and gave his life; by Crucifixion on the CROSS, shedding the BLOOD of GOD, dust to the dust.
The Creator’s Blood now back to the dirt of its original self, The BLOOD is the rebirth, to cleanse all of our SIN, to present those who believe in their heart that this was done, JESUS DIED FOR US, to save us from HELL. For those ON THE ROAD to salvation by faith, to faith by blessing to blessing, my Mother always told me…, I’m climbing up the rough side of the Mountain.
We must live by the LORD’S PRAYER. And whether you are in the pulpit flying high, or in the pulpit flying low, or in the Church in any service pew to pew, let us all who know the LORD and his Chastening, encourage one another in this day. Right now consider today as every Man’s status is in inventory for the HARVEST.
People of GOD please know that GOD is real today and right now AND that just as GOD Talked to Balaams’ beloved Donkey to get through to him; a non believer who believed enough to fear the LORD and the WORD OF THE LORD, that you and I can hear unmistakably from GOD, by any means he will get through.
GOD talks to whom GOD pleases, and he TELLS on YOU!!! Check your status with the living GOD, the RISEN SAVIOR, If not… What is your emergency exit plan?.
II PETER Chapter 1 – 21 (KJV) 19 We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:
20 Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation.
21 For the prophecy came not in old time by the will of man: but holy men of God spake as they were moved by the Holy Ghost.
Immediately my quotation voice enters this story to tell you my Mother is from North Carolina and everyone from North Carolina is a proud Tar heel, hence my reference to Coach Williams.
My Dad, the late John Gary Dewberry Sr. was from South Carolina, although I am Northern born please believe I was taught a few things about the segregation and civil rights of America.
I know about the Carolina’s and the cotton plant and tobacco farms. In this story, bed springs over my head, visually mean Spring time is here. Normally what would be planting season doubles like a double edge sword.
What is as a harvest for some, becomes a seed planted for others, as well as myself.
Further farther through selective amnesia avails memories which are too convenient and pleasant, always providing an easy way out of looking under the bed.
This elusive invasion of cached thoughts continually close an open wound left blessed but emotionally unattended, adaptive to the United States and the World.
These paragraphs of psycho-therapy complete a here to-fore impossibility, formerly known as “The Never Ending Story”. The impossibility of a paradox wrapped in an emotional catch 22 is now known to me as Infinity returned.
The infinity returning as a never-ending story of a once terrifying day that I again see and feel as an 8-year-old boy hiding under my bed.
This is a tough entry point, it’s been 45 years since April 4th 1968, that was the last time I played under my bed; my safe World, my playground for toys and imagination.
The bed of my past is a steel spring mattress, I was fascinated by the construction of the springs. Finding me under this bed was no surprise, knowing when I was there was a task, I was an active and happy child.
I began paying more attention to television as I got older, especially when the news programs would show reports of Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
The news programs seemed to always show past civil rights struggles, including The Montgomery, Alabama Bus Boycott and violent pictures from the now infamous
I would be drawn to the song “We shall overcome”, the name Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. , The City of Birmingham, or The State of Alabama.
When I would hear any of those words my ears perk up, they still do and always will. My ears heard evil things like.. they are going to kill him.. In Search of they!?.. in this context.. they are White Men in power.
Although I’ve referred to him in the 3rd person, he is Martin Luther King Jr. , referred to in 2nd person.. I am born into this World.
I was always mystified by this Black Man ghost named Malcolm X who was mentioned in the same breath as him, but his assassination in 1965 happened when I was 5 years old.
I unsuccessfully strain my sub-conscious for memories of that tragedy, I am that little boy (John John) saluting his Father’s casket ( Funeral procession of President John F. Kennedy 1963 ). I am protected; shielded almost, from the cruelty of the World but the cold World of the 1960’s was changing fast and speeding towards my whole existence on the planet.
The most momentous achievement of the times escapes me, the Hallmark of the Civil Rights movement is the voting rights act.
The civil right to vote in America presents challenges to Negro’s or Colored people as African-Americans were referred to in 1960’s America. My ears heard the evil words of prejudice and legalized separation. I also saw pictures of people of skin color attacked by dogs, beaten and sprayed with powerful water hoses by the fire department.
This is profound when written down.. I watched those events from a Black & White TV.. this reads like poetic spiritual coincidence, reading is fundamental, as is the subliminal ability to read between the lines is a means to survival.
I did not read but I heard the awful words uttered from the Clansmen, the Birmingham Police Chief, the Alabama Governor and other Governors and officials.
I saw Black & White TV images show me a side of America that demanded the degradation and separation of Black people from society.
Those images were very frightening, but those images were inside of the television and seemingly far away from me. Only seemingly as living in the North of America had its own dangers related to skin color.
I was young but I began to notice my little city had as big a trouble as any city anywhere in the USA. My parents’ generation wanted much more for their children than racial oppression.
I Dred [ Scott ] my decision to Spring ahead into this corner of my mind’s eye, under the bed, springs over head. It’s amazing how a mind filled with bad memories of a dramatic life changing episode protects you from yourself.
I’ve concealed, under childhood wonder, a misfortune (Amos Fortune) of the reality of those times, which affect and effect my today and any day you are reading this.
No one has ask me how do you feel about the death of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.? The topic has not come up in conversations with family, friends or psych-babble with intellectuals. Even the fourth death within the 1960’s of historical giant, Robert F. Kennedy leaves memories frozen.
I now; by faith..venture through the lyrical equivalent
On the evening of April 4th 1968, television confirmed the assassination of a great man, Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was killed in Memphis, Tennessee, things that changed on that night have changed forever the times on earth. The news hit me hard, hit everyone hard. I had never felt the kind of fear I felt on that day, I ran under my bed.
From under my bed, the World was commotion and panic. I did not want to come out but a hand reached for me and the reassuring voice of my Mother and the presence of my Dad chased my fears away.
There was incredible sadness I had many questions of why and hatred began to creep in. I learned that night I was inferior to no one Black or White, bad things happen and will happen, don’t hate, trust in the Lord.
I have forgotten to honor that moment, it was in that moment I learned not to judge people by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
My little city was 1 of the cities that rioted on that night. I looked at the riot from the second floor porch of my home. The city has not recovered, Black America has not recovered, the trauma has been swept under the rug and it’s time to clean up and discuss this painful past.
Black America has to come out from under the bed, the emotional scars may have covered the wounds but it’s time for “You, Me and He” to re-open and to re-apply the salve of Love, Mercy and Grace from the Lord.