Prologue: From The Shelter of My Mind
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I started it; it's my fault.
I've been calling my book a "literary mixtape", so it was only a matter of time before someone asked to "hear" one of the "songs".
Also, for the sake of this blog, I'm going to stop calling it that now. It's only a "mixtape" insomuch as it's a mix of several different nontraditional bits and pieces, strung together as one.
I've also called it a salad.
The problem with a salad, though, is that if you stab your fork blindly into the bowl, you run the risk of pulling out a lonely wedge of tomato or a single slice of cucumber. You definitely have a mouthful of flavor, but you don't really have an idea of what the salad is like as a whole.
Until now, that's been my fear when it comes to sharing from my new book. If you visit the Kickstarter Campaign, you'll see that I'm quite artful when it comes to dodging the question: "So what's it about?"
And now we're back at the salad.
Instead of answering that question, I try my best to answer another question: "So what's it do?"
That part is easy; it makes you smile. More specifically, it makes your soul smile! No matter who you are---guaranteed. But that doesn't really help you, does it?
I am a Christian. There; I said it. That's the answer you'll always get when you wake me up in the middle of the night and ask me: "Adam, who are you?"
Plain and simple, every time, I'll yawn, wipe the crust from my eyes, and tell you the same thing: I belong to Jesus.
But the waking, walking, all-day-long Adam is a bit more complicated.
I'm like a salad too, and Jesus is the lettuce of me.
Stab a fork into my heart and that's what you'll get most of. But there's quite a few other preoccupations mixed in there too.
Insecurity. Culture. Money. Sex.
And that's what you get when you read my book. It's not like I have a "piece about God" and then a "piece about sex" and then "a piece about money"...
One short story is about an obsessive compulsive Peeping Tom who spies on his naked neighbor...and prays for her.
Another story appears to be about masturbation, yet turns out to actually be about a lonely man who yearns for pleasant memories of his childhood.
Still another poem is so bold in its juxtaposition of the sacred and the profane that it could probably get me kicked out of the church. For real. But I stand by it. It's honest, and honest is the best I can do.
And I didn't write this book overnight. Everything's on purpose. Every comma, word choice, etc. That kind of makes it worse. It means I have to be responsible for everything I say...
Which is terrifying.
More than anything, this book is an experiment. Where do my words fit? Who is my audience? I'm about 90 days way from finding out. Join me on that journey.
And now, only because I've been asked, here's a forkful to chew on. I hope you can taste the croutons and bacon bits and creamy avocado in there too.
Hey gorgeous
I hurry across the street. My head is down.
I need a haircut.
I think about how little I’m worth.
I wonder what I can buy to make me feel better.
I think about how ugly I am.
I probably have a double chin under my beard.
Clothes that used to be too big, fit me now.
I don’t make enough money.
My sunglasses only cost nine dollars.
My car is almost as old as I am.
I hear a construction worker make a cat-call.
"Sexaaaaaay!"
I may as well have a look too.
Maybe it will cheer me up.
"Slow down and let me look at you!"
I search her out.
Where is she?
"Beautiful! You’re breaking my heart!"
I stop walking altogether.
Gotta get a look at this woman!
Then I catch his eye.
He can’t be.
"Yes, you!"
He whistles a deep long note.
"Oh, what I’d do to you if I could get you alone!"
Well, shucks.
This is how God pursues me.
Racism, Race, and Religion
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“Then Miriam and Aaron spoke against Moses because of the Cushite woman whom he had married (for he had married a Cushite woman)” (Numbers 12:1)
With the current climate surrounding issues of racism in America, the above scripture would probably be taken as being racist in nature. When you look at convergent definitions of racism, however, that particular description wouldn’t apply. Racism properly defined highlights the element of power. This power (institutional, physical force, political, etc.) is used intentionally, or unintentionally, to impose an unfair ideology that exploits or demeans people. This can be based on color, worldview, socio-economic status, etc. Expressed in the above account we see several things: national pride, prejudice, jealousy, discrimination, and envy, but not racism. Most people regard prejudice as synonymous with racism, but it is not. Prejudice is referent of personal choice or preference. Discrimination is referent of the capacity or ability to be selective based on various criteria…these are not racism. These things in and of themselves are not negative, but when they are used for coercive or exclusionary purposes, then they become problematic. When dissecting racial issues it is important to look at history, current facts surrounding racial climate, statistics, sociology, psychology, personal experience, and the experiences of others. From here, general principles of engaging racial issues can be produced, but it is usually not wise to make conclusive statements. Where does that leave us?
Well, if you are Christian, the above should be a point of reference for interaction. This and other scriptures show us that racism is
really not the issue, but sin most certainly is. The Lord judged Miriam and Aaron for the accusatory
nature of their statements towards Moses, not for being prejudiced against Miriam. Their hearts had envious, jealous, self-righteous, and condemning thoughts toward other human beings- therein lies the heart of the issue of racism. Sin is the nature of man that is broken and refuses fellowship with God. Our hearts shake and angry fist at God and refuse to pledge allegiance to one who is greater; we refuse to be ruled by one who has our best interest in mind, and we choose to be our own ruler. As a result, we become separated from God, and consequently we cannot see the imprint of God on other human beings…his breath of life actually becomes a relational irritant. With no one to rule our hearts, we put faith in our own ability to rule; we who cannot rule our own selves justly, then decide that we should rule well over others, but sin makes a cruel master. Not only do we find ourselves enslaved to our own pseudo-virtuous philosophies, but we as our own rulers now, we unjustly judge the philosophies, lifestyles, and the humanity of others.
Therein lies the heart of racism- we shun God and consequently shun his image in others. Ruling over ourselves and respectfully loving others is a result of having the heart of the one who rules in total love,
in total justice, and in perfect judgment. If you are Christian, we should be angry at injustice in the world, but most of all, we should be angry at how marred our society is because of sin. Before we toe the picket line, make phone calls, blog our minds, and jump on the bandwagon…we should pray. We should ask God to give us his heart and mind for both victim and aggressor: to love each with his love, to hate violence and all associated attitudes, to have justice brought to each situation, to face our own prejudices with conviction and courage, that the light of God’s love would reach the darkest places, and for wisdom for law giving and law enforcing individuals.
Seminars, rallies, and courses are great to attend but these things in and of themselves do not change the human heart…only God can do that. And that is why with in all of the philanthropic, political, and social efforts that we push for, the main agenda….the main agenda…is that God be glorified.
To Be Young, Gifted, and Called
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In 1964 Lorraine Hansberry, the award winning playwright of “Raisin in the Sun” addressed an audience of young African American writers at a United Negro College Fund banquet. She spoke of the responsibility of being young gifted and black, “surrounded by the whirling elements of this world….neither on the fringe or utterly involved: the prime observer waiting poised for inclusion”.1 She encourages these young writers to pen the wisdom excavated from the despair, life, and love they have experienced living in a nation that has despised their color and was afraid to acknowledge their humanity. To write about the world as it is and out how they dream it should be.
Although I was not in that crowd of young African American writers that day, and wasn’t even thought of for that matter, Lorraine’s words to be young gifted and black…and to dream about how the world should be… still ring in my ears 50 years later, but in a slightly different way. The challenge and gift I face is not only being
young gifted and black, but being young gifted and called. At the age of 20, I received what people in religious circles refer to as “the call”. I was several months away from graduating from college with my Bachelors of Social Work, and was making plans to continue my education (Master’s of Social Work) at the University of Maryland, when “it” came. The “it” was a feeling that the plans I had so meticulously intended for myself were now being interrupted by a Force greater than me, a Force that I could run from…but not for too long. Although my plans to obtain a Master’s were “good” and the most logical next step in my educational journey, I was feeling compelled to do something that seemed bigger than my most wildest dreams and aspirations for myself. This “thing” seemed to be linked to a grander picture, than me and “MySpace” and required me to trust the Voice of the one who knew my very being before I was born and created me with a purpose in mind.
Up until this point, I knew I wanted to help people. As a little girl I wanted to be a pediatrician because I liked babies, and wanted to make a lot of money. Then as a teenager, I thought I would become an interior decorator because I loved art and fashion. By the time I got to college, I turned my attention back to the helping profession and decided to declare social work as my major. It seemed like a good fit; my friends were always coming to me for someone to listen to them, I found gratification in helping people, and I enjoyed being around people. I initially enjoyed my social work classes and by my junior year I had decided to pursue the Master’s of Social work degree, and possibly a JD. But it wasn’t until I started my internships that I began to see a disconnect in the social service world. Having grown up in a Christian home, I started to wonder why the social service world seemed to completely focus on the material needs of clients, not even assessing their spiritual needs. We were told we could not talk about religion or spirituality unless the client initiated it. It almost felt like a taboo subject. So here I was three years into my program, wondering how the gap between the “spiritual” and the “secular” would be bridged or if it could be bridged, asking God where God was in the midst of my clients’ crisis and in their dire need of basic life necessities.
You may be wondering what does all this have to do with what it means to be young, gifted, and called. As my dad says, “I’m glad you asked”! I believe my story as a young 20 year old trying to figure out my career path and finding myself asking questions that I cannot solve by myself, points to what Sharon Parks describes as the central work of young adults, to ask big questions and discover worthy dreams. It was in the midst of asking these questions when I heard a “call” to embark on a journey and a way of being in the world that looked beyond myself and recognized that there were questions to be asked, and answers sought that would impact families, communities, and institutions. At first I thought this call would confine me to the church, and if this was so, I felt too young to be so serious about God and the church. I also felt ill-equipped. What possibly could I share with people older than I or younger that they would want to hear? I was “neither on the fringe or utterly involved” in adulthood or childhood.
As these anxieties sought to filter in I was reminded of Paul’s admonition to Timothy, “Don’t let anyone despise your youth”. To be young is to have an energy and strength that one doesn't have to work at obtaining. When one is a child you have the energy but not necessarily the strength. On the other hand when one is an adult or older adult you may have strength but not the vigor and energy you once had as a young adult. There is something about this in-between or liminal space between childhood and adulthood that I believe God wants us to hone into. I want to begin this conversation about what it means to be young gifted and called by first addressing what it means to be young.
Previously, I described young adulthood as a liminal moment in one’s life cycle, not a child nor an adult. This concept of liminality was developed by Arnold van Gennep to describe the structure of rites of passage rituals in different cultures. The structure involved preliminal rites (rites of separation), liminal rites (rites of transitions), and post-liminal rites (rites of incorporation). It was in the “liminal rites” phase where the initiand becomes a blank slate “through the removal of previously taken-for-granted forms and limits” and the intiand experiences “considerable changes” to his or her identity, and passes “through the threshold that marks the boundary between” the separation rite and the incorporation rite.2 Like the structure of rites of passages, it is in the liminal space of young adulthood, which can span from 20-40 years of age, where considerable changes to one’s identity, belief systems, and support networks begins to take place. Parks states that is it in the beginning of young adulthood where, “the experience of the birth of critical awareness and the dissolution and recomposition of the meaning of self, other, world, and “God” takes place.3
In some ways there are removals of what Gennep described as “previously taken for granted forms and limits”. In young adulthood we are re-evaluating the values that were once taught us, we are questioning those in authority and striving to make the answers our own (not because grandma told me so). We are coming into our own, and getting comfortable in our own skin. Furthermore, we are experiencing some of the greatest transitions we will experience in our life time (leaving college, starting careers, establishing homes, getting married, having children etc.). It is precisely in these critical moments when our dreams of what the world ought-to-be like begin to form, and we have the energy and strength to make it so. I believe it is in this critical moment of young adulthood when we begin to hear and even search for that call, which will give our life greater meaning and purpose.
To be continued…..
What does it mean to be gifted and called?
1. http://www.duboislc.org/html/YoungGiftedBlack.html
2. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liminality






