Musikal Sekondz

How long does it take for "A" song to become "YOUR" song? It is not the days of hearing it on the radio a hundred time, nor the hours it takes you to learn the lyrics perfectly. Its not even the months you wait for the tickets for the world tour tickets to go on sale or the week of embarrassment when you attempt to make up dance moves to it.
Its the second it takes for it to resonate with who you are, for the song to change to the key of your life.

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9 February 2014

Sekondz on My Season of Reflection and Gratitude

This is normally the time (New Years-March 18th)

Where I reflect on my life especially the past year. So much has happened. At this time last year I was feeling extremely defeated after leaving Lee without the degree I had originally set out to get. My flesh had kicked in and tears had been shed and confusion had taken full effect, I was numb. On the side my spirit was beaten and bruised but not at all gone. I knew Gods plan was in prevalent, even in the drops of my tears and the depths of my uncertainty. How could it not, he had proven himself not only to me in my life but also in the ones I loved and the countless I encountered. So lets just say my spirit had a limp on my knee, identical to that on my physical body. Both serve as reminders, of what I came from to where I am going as well as a sore reminder that I can not do it alone.
As most of you are aware, Im not one to ask for help often especially in my personal life. This year I have encountered people and situations in which I did not have the physical will or the spiritual power (and vice versa) to turn them down. To the point that I didn’t even see it coming until I was pinned down in it. I was saturated in fellowship with those who like me were bound by the present circumstance.
This led me to realize that I had been in this type of  fellowship before, many times and these people have been hand picked and intricately woven in to my life. Some of you serve as companions to different seasons of my life, others serve as reminders, while others are lessons. These seasons could last for five minutes and others could last for years. Regardless the physical time table I am eternally grateful. I have been blessed by your obedience, though it maybe sometimes involuntary to be a part of my life.
I pray I am given the chance to impact your lives as you have mine. 
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4 February 2013

Sekonds: Tell Me a Story

Tell me a story. It can be fiction but preferably true. I just want to know a bit more, about you. Nothing to hide, or merely proclaim. Tell me something, like the meaning behind your name. See we all have stories, items of dos and don’ts, brought around by our wills and wont’s. These are hidden behind the book covers of our faces. But how ever else will we ever begin our journey back into our own good graces? We have lived a life unlike another, making us non-fiction. We dream of identities apart from ourselves, making us creative literature. We wonder about the unknown, giving us mysteries. We communicate in imagery and personifications creating allegories. We love, displaying romance. We fear, portraying horror. But overcome, we live, we learn, portraying action and adventure. So please. Tell me a story. It can be fiction but preferably true. I just want to know a bit more, about you. Nothing to hide, or merely proclaim. Tell me something, like the meaning behind your name. See we all have stories, items of dos and dont’s, brought around by our wills and wont’s. These are hidden behind the book covers of our faces. But how ever else will we ever begin our journey back into our own good graces? Cause if what I’m guessing is true, as you begin to tell me, you will begin to know you.

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4 February 2013

2 Sekonds on My Preparation

 Written 4:05am Sunday, Feb 19th, 2012:
Seriously, the fact that I have to be up in less about 2hrs isn’t that comforting. But I’m feeling like doing is laying in bed in a pitch black room with my sunglasses on blaring worship music through my headphones. Y’all this is too strong to be just a feeling. So let me rephrase, All I can do is lay in bed in a pitch black room with sunglasses on blaring worship music through my headphones. Now let me elaborate: Something is about to happen. God is stirring the minds and hearts of his people. A lot of us are unsure about what we are called to do for the Kingdom of God. He hasn’t called us to know, he has called us to be ready, willing, and faithful. We must be in constant preparation for that which he has called us to do. l-_-l <—— me in preparation. Are you ready?
 Written I was sitting in the Broadcast control booth at First Baptist of Cleveland when my Content director wanted me to phone up to the A/V (audio/visual) booth and ask them what points the pastor was going to preach on so we could add it to the Bible Live feed so people could follow along from their apps on their mobile devices. Now I was fishing through my bag looking for a small note pad that I could jot down the notes. I reached into my back, searched around and found an old notepad that I used to carry in my back pocket. I used to use it to write little sayings that come to mind, or things that I should remember, but it had easily of been a good 5 or 6 months since I had opened it. But never the less I did. Flipping throughout the pages to find a blank sheet My eyes caught hold of a passage that had been written in a long time ago. It said, “Genuine worship requires spiritual preparation. Your experience of worship reflect your spiritual preparation. Prepare yourself now for your next encounter with God”
Wow…
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3 March 2012

Sekonds: My thoughts on a Not-So-Busy Saturday

This was written on one of the rare Saturdays that I was not working. As I was just listening to music and surfing the web I began to write (or type) my thoughts:

“I wanna pave a way. Make a difference, chart uncharted territory. I want to do it all, for his Glory not mine. Sometimes I admit, the selfishness in me comes out and I wanna do it for me. But God always finds a way to REMIND me that he is in charge. Daddie, I thank you for never letting me go, even when I act a spoiled brat, undeserving of your love. You never let me go. You continue to teach me in our private lessons. Constantly I feel you right beside me while I take my walks . As you reveal the wonderful intimate details  in the masterpiece you have designed for us to temporarily inhabit until the day you come back for us, I cant help wondering, Why me? Why do you show this to me? Why have you given me an ear that is most sensitive to the majestic sounds of not only the music of man but also the music of God? Why have you fashioned my eyes with a certain far-sighted-ness that allows me to see not only the big picture but also the details and their intimate relationship with their Master Creator? Like a best friend who is always reading my mind you look down on me as we’re walking and grant me the pleasure of your warm embrace and whisper in my ear as you have many times before, an excerpt from your word in the book of Luke, “To whom much is given, much will me required…” I look up at you, your face so radiant with Glory, I look with my heart for these meare human eyes are not unable to contain that which is even a glimpse of you. I am unsure of all that you will require of me. But I am yours.”

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1 January 2012

Sekonds on Thoughts on the REASON

I was sitting watching a show yesterday at Sight and Sound Theaters with my parents. For those who have never been, it is a must! But we were watching a show called the Miracle of Christmas (basically it is the story of the Birth of Jesus with the addition of a few artistic liberties) But there was a part of the story after Mary had given birth to Jesus that the Shepherds come to visit, and one of the paternal figures of the Shepherds notices a shadow that is being casted right over Jesus’ manger bed. The shadow is in the shape of a cross. After this he begins a song about the how the babe, Jesus is resting beneath the shape of the cross, and while he is singing, a prop that resembles a wooden cross rises from behind the stable with red and brown coloring on it. Now I must confess that since this is my third time going to see the production, I am not completely engrossed with the content as I am with the production of what is going on. But in my visual wanderings of the cue of the angels flying of the balconies and my ears listening for the various harmonies of the company, I pick up a conversation of a mother and her little boy sitting right behind me,

"Mom whats that on the cross?" The little boy asked as he’s pointed towards the brownish red cross.

I could feel the mom was leaning closer to get a better glimpse of what her child was talking about, then she replied,

"That’s blood, baby."

"Oh…" the child said, somewhat dismissing the thought.

This cause my mind to wonder, “How many of us “seasoned” christians look at the birth, life, and yes the death of our Lord and Saviour the same way as this child? We’ve heard the story of Jesus so many times we can make little presentations on it for our sunday school classes in our sleep, but have we become stale to the miracle that is in fact Christmas: The birth of the God-Man?

Have we lost our flavor?  

Do we commonly find ourselves singing songs like “Jesus is the Reason for the Season”  on our way to church one minute then a minute later cursing someone out underneath our breath cause they just took our favorite spot in the church parking lot? Do we bless someone to their face and then behind their back with our circle of “friends” curse them? Do we; whether it be in sermon form, or in your quite time with Him or even when its his spirit pressing heavily on your heart, find his voice unbearably boring and resort to listening to ourselves?

Have we forgotten the reason why he was born? He was born to die, so we could be born again, to have a fresh start, a new season, or even A NEW YEAR. (Coincidence in the timing? I think not?)

I encourage you especially with the common ideal of “resolutions” (another day, another blog) to refresh yourselves with the REASON for our saviour coming to earth.

I pray that from this moment on, that REASON will remain fresh in your mind and that it will haunt you to no end. That it will bubble up inside you to the point that you overflow not with the staleness of your  so-called “past” but with un-denying desire to salt the world with the Lords overwhelming flavor.

In closing thoughts I want to say Happy New Year to you all. From my past, my present and my future. To my family, to my friends and my acquaintances and my strangers. You are loved.

"For Sucha Time as This…"

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28 November 2011

Prayers from a lowly, desperate, frustrated, tired college student and an unworthy servant to The All Powerful All Loving God.

Lord I was told that in a year form now I would look back and see how far I’ve come and everything you’ve brought me through. But right now I’m only seeing how much I have to do and how far I have to go. I know that you will never leave me nor forsake me. I know that the path that has been chosen for me is one that is one that few walk especially right now. I am desperate and I am lonely. Father I am begging for your heavenly embrace to come down and engulf my mind, body, soul, and spirit. As you rock me in your embrace, the concern and frustration I feel right now, may that be forced from my being and be replaced with your resounding peace and joy. Let it penetrate even the most vile and disgusting crevice of my for. Father rock me in your just love and favor. Baptize me in your presence, submerge me in your glory so that the mere fragrance of you in my life can serve not only as a constant reminder for me but also as a valiant testimony to the world of all that you have done, are doing and will do in my life. I am weak, I am small, I am unsure of the things to come but I am sure of you. For your ways are not the ways of man. In an act of constant surrender, I once again lay my life back down at your feet, never again to take it up for myself, for it was never mine. As with my talents and abilities, this life is only on loan. One day I will be judged in accordance with your word for what I have done with what was bestowed unto me. If that day was the present I would be tried and found guilty of wasting the gifts that I have been given. I would be as the servant who decided rather than investing his masters talents, hid them in the ground. I am tired of acting ashamed and hiding you and all that you have done for me and given me in the ground. Father put my life to work for your glory. For you are worthy of all the glory, all the honor, adoration, love, respect and praise.

Hallelujah.

Amen.

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13 October 2011

Worship: coat or skin?

“Worship isn’t a coat, its skin.”

(Andrew J. Thomas)

For the almost twenty one years of existence this saying has been drilled into me to the point of a soul tattoo. The idea that we should not take on and off our worship as though it is just a covering that keeps us protected from life’s s ailments but like the skin worship is always there. Like the skin is the largest part of your body stretching from the top of your head to the very soles of your feet and everywhere in between like your worship should in your daily walk as a follower of Jesus Christ. Have you ever realized how when ever you are covered under his word the joy seems to be unsurpassable by any of the worlds problems? Like skin is the one barrier that keeps out bodies from the elements of this world, many times our worship is the only thing that separates us from others.

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10 October 2011

If your life was portrayed as a silent film, could people watch it and see you’re a christian?

(Dr. Lisa Stephenson)

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10 October 2011

Say what you want, I still prefer eternal reward to momentary satisfaction.

("For Sucha Time as This…")

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10 October 2011

Stranger: What do you do?
Me: I worship.
Stranger: Ok. What do you do after that?
Me: Nothing.
Stranger: Why nothing?
Me: ‘Cause I never stop worshiping.

("For Sucha Time as This…")

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