Homophobe or Homophile?

These words take on meanings based upon the times in which they are coined. Some of what we used to deem as offensive terms are now held in great honor and distinction. It is an alphabet soup with LGBTQI A a list of terms that seem to change with the seasons.

It is so much the fact that to even hint at disagreement can render one’s career and reputation in shambles. Even families members will denounce their own as narrow minded, bigoted and out of touch with present day thinking.

I am proud to say that I am not a homophobe. I am a homophile.

What does that mean? Well it means to me at least, that I am not fearful of those who choose or claim a lifestyle that is contrary to the things I hold dear and believe to be true. It means I can actually embrace the person, without embracing, nor endorsing the lifestyle.

I am not a homophobe. I am a homophile. I love mankind because God loves mankind. At the same time, I do not adhere to the notion that to believe contrary to the majority opinion is wrong. I am allowed to think. God gave me that.

Indeed no matter how widespread the opinions maybe, or how highly respected the one who holds the opinion, I am no more obliged to agree with them, nor they with me. The point is not whether we agree with each other, but do we agree with God. God commands and expects me to love everyone. He does not command nor expect me to embrace, nor endorse their lifestyles.

Each of us must answer to God about our views on these issues. I would much rather be held in derision by mankind, than by God. It is a gamble I know. I know how to love mankind, without loving the lifestyles they choose. That is homophile, not homophobe.

Acts 5:29 King James Version (KJV) 29 Then Peter and the other apostles answered and said, We ought to obey God rather than men

Desperate Love

Until my love becomes desperate, it is only fascination.
I must have love that consumes my every thought.
Love that makes itself a slave to the beloved.

I want you desperately Lord
Not just for today’s fashion
Nothing in all of Your creation
Can fulfill this deep passion

Make me your servant
An unworthy slave
Give me desperate love
Like the love that You gave

Make each beat of my heart
Every breath that I take
Bring me closer to you
May I live for your sake

May each tick of the clock
Every thought in my mind
Glorify and adore you
My Savior holy divine

Give me desperate love
A passion only fulfilled
My desire satisfied
Only as I do your will

Song of Solomon 7:10 I am my beloved’s, And his desire is for me.

I reminded him of his scar

He was wounded and in a corner.
He spat out curses and vile threats
Why should I try to help him?
He deserves the worst he gets

After all he’s done the deed
He did the most hideous of crime
He brutalized, raped and tortured
Why should I waste my time?

He’s not even worth my effort
Of a look, not even a glance
And certainly don’t mention
Grace, forgiveness, second chance

If he goes to hell he deserves it
And make it a deeper hole
Where not even darkness escapes
I pray God torments his soul

The Holy Spirit spoke to me
Christ loves those who are far
God wanted to show mercy
I reminded him of his scar

A Special Hate

It takes a special kind of hate. You will never understand just how special that hate is unless you have lived on both sides of it. The majority population in this country will never understand it because they always have the option of living on one side. The minority population has no option but to listen to, interact with and negotiate with both sides.

I have listened to the racial tirades, epithets, slurs, insults from both sides. This allows me, and those like me, to be able to understand this special kind of hate. This special hate breeds more of its own in the perverted sense that unless it keeps hate alive, people will start to love one another as Christ said.

This special hate needs an object to vilify. It feeds and comforts itself by nourishing the thought of necessary revenge. It keeps itself pure and clean from hope of resolution and reconciliation, by reminding itself of just how evil they believe others are.

It is a special hate that can reach back for hundreds and yes even thousands of years…., and cause pain to those of present day.

This hate is special. To understand it you must live on both sides.

Sleep Peaceful

I will never sleep peaceful without you
Dreams and visions will dance in my head
The things that I see won’t bring joy
They will bring horror and sights that I dread

For only your soft presence can soothe
As I bury my head in your breast
All doubts and worries disappear
You alone bring sweet and deep rest

Peaceful sleep not just for the moment
Not just the absence of terror by night
But as I walk through the day without fear
Depending on your strength and might

Hold me close Dearest Lord, even tighter
Feel your taste and smell with each breath
Give me peaceful sleep as I live
At life’s end, peaceful sleep and not death

Psalm 91:5 KJV Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;

John 11:26 NIV and whoever lives by believing in me will never die. Do you believe this?”

I Want It All

I want it all not what you can spare
Not the remnants you don’t want
I am not asking you to share
I want it all, don’t tease, don’t taunt

I am jealous and I will not take some
You attempt to placate, appease
I find offensive, not worthy of notice
Bend your heart and not your knees

Not the prayer position or posture
Not the appearance that others might see
I consider half measures you impostor
I want it all, it all belongs to Me

You keep some aside for your just in case
You squander you hoard and collect
Your giving is not sacrifice, it’s a disgrace
Your generous offering I do reject

I gave you all without measure or merit
I poured my life’s blood I suffered and died
I withheld nothing so you could have heaven
You withhold and give less, you have lied

I want it all, and the promise I give
Is you will have even more this is true
Give Me all that is how my child must live
All that I am I give freely to you

Romans 8:32 He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things

Matthew 13:45-46 “Again, the kingdom of heaven is like a merchant seeking beautiful pearls, 46 who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it.

I’m Better Than You!

I’m not always so polite
I don’t always say what’s true
I may not be as good as God
But at least, I’m better than you

I try to do the good things
I keep my evil out of view
I may not act as good as God
But at least, I act better than you

From pornography my eyes closed
I stop my ears up too
I may not avoid evil like God
But at least, I do better than you

Mankind takes common positions
Comparing sins is nothing new
God’s standard is this payment
That all evil gets its due

The wages of sin is death
For all, not a chosen few
Embrace Christ, God’s beloved son
He is best for both me and you

Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Ecclesiastes 7:20 Indeed, there is no one on earth who is righteous, no one who does what is right and never sins.

Cussing Christians

I heard some Christians cussing
Using words now thought obscene
Like purity and holiness
Virginity and clean

The crowds could see no problem
With pornography and such
But listening to these saints
That was asking a bit much

They went on with this tirade
Words like meekness and forgive
I thought these folks are out of touch
They don’t know how to live

Why do they speak of kindness?
Why give grace a mention?
Don’t they realize in this world?
Looking out for self is by intention

Things like self-control and denial
Keeping pleasure under control
Safe sex is the present motto
Abstinence.., well that’s old

Live while you can dumb Christians
You won’t pass this way again
You will miss the fun God has in store
Forget that cuss-word sin

2 Timothy 3:1-5
This know also, that in the last days perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of God; having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof: from such turn away.

The One Thing She Could Do

Your mama left you with me
I’ve no money to care for you
Take off your clothes go to that man
It was the one thing she could do

She was 12 years old and frightened
He was old and smelly too
She had no defense to his advance
It was the one thing she could do

Her body changed, she wondered why
Something inside her grew
You dare not have that baby here
It was the one thing she could do

The doctor was not nice at all
Her office smelled of dew
Lay on this bed she commanded
It was the one thing she could do

No place to sleep, no food to eat
Clothes worn and tattered too
Come here sweet thing and give me some
It was the one thing she could do

Body worn and good for nothing
Her choices were so few
Pleasure others with her body
It was the one thing she could do

Don’t judge me were her thoughts
As she laid down on the church pew
It was warm and quiet, she fell asleep
It was the one thing she could do

She heard the voice of angels
She asked Lord is that you
He said come home my child, you’re welcome
It was the one thing she could do

John 8:1-11
Jesus went across to Mount Olives, but he was soon back in the Temple again. Swarms of people came to him. He sat down and taught them.

The religion scholars and Pharisees led in a woman who had been caught in an act of adultery. They stood her in plain sight of everyone and said, “Teacher, this woman was caught red-handed in the act of adultery. Moses, in the Law, gives orders to stone such persons. What do you say?” They were trying to trap him into saying something incriminating so they could bring charges against him.

Jesus bent down and wrote with his finger in the dirt. They kept at him, badgering him. He straightened up and said, “The sinless one among you, go first: Throw the stone.” Bending down again, he wrote some more in the dirt.

Hearing that, they walked away, one after another, beginning with the oldest. The woman was left alone. Jesus stood up and spoke to her. “Woman, where are they? Does no one condemn you?”

“No one, Master.”

“Neither do I,” said Jesus. “Go on your way. From now on, don’t sin.”

After A While…, This Gets Old

Can’t Cage This Rage

I am carrying my computer bag and dressed in my scrub suit. I walk up to the receptionist at the doctor’s office, and politely wait my turn as she is attending to someone. When she is finished I approach the desk. Before I can speak she asks me; ‘are you here to deliver something?’

This gets old. I am getting old and so is this routine. What would make her think I was the delivery boy? Is it my scrub suit? Is it my computer bag draped over my shoulder?

I really know the answer already…, and this routine is getting so old.

‘No mam, I answer.’ I am here to meet Dr. Pauls. I have an appointment.

I do my best to forget what she asked me because I was trying to cage the rage rising inside of me. Caging rage gets old too. I guess by process of elimination, being the only black man in the room…, I must be delivering something.

So I understand the rage unleashed in Baltimore this past few days.

“This is a slow-rolling crisis,” Obama said. “This has been going on for a long time. This is not new and we shouldn’t pretend it’s new.” (President Obama commenting on Baltimore events of the week)

For instance take this story from The Washington Post section The Watch

The city (Baltimore) has spent $5.7 million on settlements and awards, and another $5.8 million in legal fees. Were it not for the statutory limit (which frankly seems both low and unfair), the former figure would likely be a lot higher.

U.S. cities pay out millions to settle police lawsuits

On a cold January afternoon, Jerriel Lyles parked his car in front of the P&J Carry Out on East Monument Street and darted inside to buy some food. After paying for a box of chicken, he noticed a big guy in jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and a baseball cap.

“What’s up?” the man said to Lyles. Others, also dressed in jeans and hoodies, blocked the door to the street — making Lyles fear that he would be robbed. Instead, the man identified himself a police officer, frisked Lyles and demanded he sit on the greasy floor. Lyles objected.

“The officer hit me so hard it felt like his radio was in his hand,” Lyles testified about the 2009 incident, after suing Detective David Greene. “The blow was so heavy. My eyes swelled up. Blood was dripping down my nose and out my eye.”

The Baltimore detective offered a different version of events in court, saying that Lyles’ injuries might have resulted from poking himself in the face. He also couldn’t say why officers stopped Lyles, who was not charged with any crime.

But jurors didn’t buy the officer’s explanation. They ruled in Lyles’ favor, and the court ultimately ordered the city to pay him $200,000, the statutory limit in Maryland for most lawsuits against a municipality . . .

Over the past four years, more than 100 people have won court judgments or settlements related to allegations of brutality and civil rights violations. Victims include a 15-year-old boy riding a dirt bike, a 26-year-old pregnant accountant who had witnessed a beating, a 50-year-old woman selling church raffle tickets, a 65-year-old church deacon rolling a cigarette and an 87-year-old grandmother aiding her wounded grandson.

A recent report cited Philadelphia policeman were charged and convicted of planting evidence and even lying under oath. Former Philadelphia drug squad police officer Jeffrey Walker admitted in court that he and his coworkers would routinely plant evidence and shake down people for money. Walker pleaded guilty to corruption charges and is now testifying in order to put other corrupt cops behind bars. More than 160 drug convictions have been overturned and the department has been inundated with civil rights lawsuits

Cities around the country face the same dilemma, mounting literally to billions of dollars in lawsuits paid out for police actions…, and broken lives of victims, families, communities for something that quite frankly are after a while, getting old. How many schools could have been built, after school programs and city libraries could stay open if that money were better spent?

I never corrected the receptionist. It was actually the second time that week that I had faced such prejudice. I know that if I as an educated man who has options of which car to drive, what restaurant to eat at, which pair of shoes to wear can be dismissed because of my complexion…, I might want to burn down something too. It does get old after a while and caging this rage is difficult.