By Carlyn Paschall
Are you an island unto yourself? You don’t need church or friends because you can do it all by your lonesome. You can pray for yourself, you don’t need anyone to intercede for you. You don’t need to go to church, because after all, you can read the Word for yourself. Ever met anyone like that?
The problem with this kind of thinking is we isolate ourselves and make ourselves an easy target for the enemy. We all need someone to pray with and for us. Suppose you are unconscious or your body is racked with pain? You may not be able to pray, but if you have a friend, that person can intercede on your behalf. Suppose you are tempted in a certain area – don’t Continue reading
by Lynnette McCollum
I have often been called “diva”. There was usually a noun that either preceded or came after the word diva. When I sang secular music, I was called Divalto. In my business career some of my staff referred to me as Mz. Diva. In my younger days amongst very, very close friends only I was referred to as “Divaho”. Now in that group of friends everyone had a “ho” attached to her name. There was Idaho (Ida), Taho (Tanya), Gloho (Gloria), and Sueho (Susan). My nickname however, had nothing to do with my real name. I don’t possess any exceptional beauty, I was not 36x24x36, nor was I an outright flirt. I was told that my name derived my inadvertent ability to “draw folks in”. Not just in the area of sexuality but in every aspect of my life, I radiated “that certain something”. I am now terribly embarrassed by colluding with that type of language and mentality and hate the fact that I allowed it to go on. Although the “diva” was intended as a term of endearment and compliment to me at the time, I now know that for me to allow that “ho” part to be tagged on was ignorant and unacceptable.
I can imagine that after reading the above you may determine that I am proud of the “diva” categorization. Well in all honesty, I guess I am. SHOCKED? Well, let me explain what I mean. I admit that initially, I was very uncomfortable with being called a diva anything. Did not like the attention it drew to me. I though people were saying I thought too highly of myself because, believe me I did not, but that is another subject for another time. The reason that I say I am a diva is because Continue reading
By Carlyn Paschall
Girl, church was good on Sunday!. We danced, shouted and I even fell out in the aisle! So, what was the message about? I don’t even know. I was just high in the spirit. Ooooh, but did you hear about John? Girl let me tell you… (gossip). Tomorrow they’re having Happy Hour at Pinkies and they have male dancers, a feast for the eyes. You know I’m going (lust). Let me smoke this cigarette right fast, before I get in the car (defiling the temple of the Holy Spirit). Ever had a conversation like these?
Church on Sunday. Good that you’re going, but how you livin’ the rest of the week? I truly believe God is more concerned with how we live our lives through the week than just on Sunday. Anyone can put on a show for a couple of hours, Continue reading
USE WHAT YOU HAVE
by Tammy A. Phillips
Young people often think they can do all things, all at once. Well. I was no exception. In the late 1970’s I was a member of a professional theatre company, consistently wrote plays and poems, worked in a government agency and was a full-time student. Often my peace of mind was shaken by my feelings of inadequacy.
One day while driving I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car that read: IF YOU WANT PEACE OF MIND, CALL THIS NUMBER. A few decades before cellphones, I struggled to remember the telephone number and the ministry name: S.K. Hawthorne Ministries. I made it home and called the number. The counselor invited me to the ministry office where she and others invited me to know peace with God through a personal relationship with His Son Jesus Christ.
Someone in 1978 used a bumper sticker to draw others to Jesus. What do we have available to us today?
An inmate came to know Jesus because Continue reading