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Jesus Is A Homie, Not Your Boo

*Note: This post is about religion. I don’t go there often, but you’ve been warned.

I just read an article that I think should at least be up for discussion among Christian women.

Some top-tier Christian women will say no way to reading it off the fact it is from jezebel.com

Some will probably think it’s mean-spirited and a trick of the Devil, or yet another test of a woman’s faith in her savior.

As a totally imperfect person who is working on herself and associates herself with the Christian faith and talks to the Lord regularly for guidance, I think the article is an opportunity to figure out if single Christian women have healthy relationships even with the Lord.

Yes, we should give our lives and depend on him, but our very human desire to get a man does get confused with the much deeper agape love associated with our faith.

Romantic love for Jesus as a metaphor, cool.

Romantic love for Jesus, literally…eh…that makes you a stalker.

Words have power. Even the bible says that.

When a single woman says proudly and with fierce defiance that the reason why she has no man is because her man is Jesus, she’s missed the point and probably needs more Bible study and prayer.

Jesus doesn’t want his women to be alone. He wants them to have stable, healthy and good relationships with earthly men who can give them exactly what they need.

He just wants us to shut up, be patient, be humble, learn how to love ourselves and understand the difference between love and dysfunction so once that man is sent into our lives, he’ll actually stick around. I’m sure Jesus also wants us to have a great man that won’t completely distract us from our faith either.

For all of the women who say Jesus is their boyfriend, I imagine them going on a date with the Prince of Peace, sitting across a candlelight meal.

With compassion in his eyes, I can see the Lord leaning over, grabbing their collective hands and saying, “I think you are beautiful, and wonderful. You were made in my father’s image after all. You are truly divine. I’m really flattered, but seriously, you are creeping me out. I’m not your man. How bout we just be friends, mkay?”

Then he will kiss them on the forehead, pay for the check and leave.

He’s a class act like that.

So there you have it. Another statement intended to empower Christian women in their faith has gone rogue.

Instead it makes some women justify the reasons why they are single instead of really taking a real honest look at how they view relationships with the Lord and otherwise.

Jesus is your man? Really?

Anyone else who comes into your life will automatically be a disappointment in comparison.

Hang it up.

You will remain alone.

Ask the lord for clarity and a spirit of discernment to help you find the right man, instead of trying to be His boo.

Jesus Is A Homie from Comic View…The inspiration for the title.

Like It Or Not, You Are a Representative for What You Believe In

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Today’s post has been rattling around in my mind now for about a week.

About twice a week, I go to my local 711 which is a convenience store and gas station to get my gas. From time to time, I also indulge in an iced coffee and a glazed doughnut.

Every time I walk out of the store, there is a car, with two women sitting inside who quietly ask if you have time to talk about Jesus.

I politely say no thanks, but today I was annoyed by them. I barely heard them today as I walked past, but I realized what they were doing and said, oh, these are the same ladies.

Now as much as the Jehovah Witness people annoy me in terms of their aggressiveness, showing up to our doorsteps just when we are about to have dinner, I respect their hustle and their zeal. They still annoy me and I pretend I’m not home.

I’d also like to shout out the Mormon boys in black slacks and white shirts riding bicycles– often times in the hood–not looking the least bit worried. They are gangsta, but they are committed.

These women setting up shop in a Camry, I should ask them what church they go to so I can rat them out, or help them out by telling whoever is in charge of that particular outreach ministry, to just put these ladies out of their misery.

Not everyone is a sales person, it’s either that or they’ve lost faith in what they are supposed to be selling. I can’t recall if these women sitting in the car this year, were the same women walking up to people at the pumps and being rejected last year. So they just gave up.

Either these ladies need to quit, or their church needs to grab a page from the Mary Kay book and give these chicks a pink car as an incentive and recharge them up about the message and vision. Mary Kay ladies, Avon ladies those women are passionate about their products. They are looking good, they are confident, they make you want to be a part of the brand, not only by buying the products, but selling them too!

So it made me think. If you are representing your church and your God and you want people to join and be down with it and you are doing it in such a lackluster, lazy way, it’s not very attractive. I don’t want to go to that church if this is how the people who signed up to be there really feel about it.

Why do you think so many people go to mega churches these days?

It has to be good if this many people show up here every week. I want to be a part of this group.

When I lived in the south, the first thing people asked me was, “What church do you go to?” That affiliation meant something and the folks down there were serious about it. If you didn’t have the connection, even if you were almost the devil yourself, they kind of questioned your connection to the community. And among the elite southern black folk, the question that followed or preceded the church question was, to what sorority/fraternity do you belong. Southern folks want to know where you stand, what you believe in and what you represent.

Those ladies made me drill down deeper in my own thoughts and made me think about the fact that whether or not I like it, I’m a representative of all sorts of things. I represent where I’m from, where I’ve been and what I believe.

So, you all know me, I made a list.

I represent my family. My folks reminded me of this every time I acted a fool. And because I come from a small town and a well-known family that was active in said town, the stakes were higher. I represented my last name and there were expectations.

Where I’m from. I’m proud to be from New York and I’m proud to be a Long Islander.

Women. I represent women. I believe in women, I believe in the advancement and empowerment of women and our value to the world. So I have to represent those things by respecting myself, respecting other women, and trying to help uplift other women.

Howard University. This is a big one, I love, love, love my school. Me and my fellow alums we beam with pride. We stand on the shoulders of other great alumni that came before us and you cannot leave that place without feeling like it is a part of you and you a part of it.

Journalism. I represent journalism, because I am a journalist. I’ve been doing it for years and it is a part of who I am. I argue it’s merits and talk about the craft of reporting and accuracy and source building in an age of blogging and being able to add information to Wikipedia sites. People trust the media less than ever, and there are folks like me who are crying out not to shut us out, because we seriously are trying to get you the correct information while so much other information is flying around out there.

Black Folk. Yeah I said it. Everywhere I go, I can’t hide my color. It’s important to me to negate stereotypes, by being me.

Faith. I consider myself to be a liberal Christian. I’m working on myself daily and find myself having longer and more deep, real conversations with God. I learned a long time ago, people who take their role as a representative seriously without badgering people to come to church, but just by letting their light shine consistently entices others to come to church on their own.

Speaking of representation of beliefs and organizations, I’ll give you two examples.

A dear friend of mine is an excellent photographer. She talks about it all the time, she talks about it with such love and passion. It’s changed her life. She is obsessed with getting better and she surrounds herself with people and experiences to get better and she makes a number of sacrifices to achieve goals she’s set within her craft. She makes me think about the things I’m passionate about and go after them with the same ferocity. She is indeed an ambassador and representative of photography.

Another dear friend of mine joined a sorority after college. She loves her sorority, not just because she has a bunch of clothes and accessories and art work celebrating the Greek letters and colors, but because she believes in their values and the message and the commitment to community the group holds as it’s cornerstone. She has such passion for the organization, she travels for meetings, organizes and supports other chapter’s events. Just like my photographer friend, she lights up and can talk on and on and on about it and with passion. She makes me almost want to join, and that’s not even my thing. But all of her photos and activities and her passion for it, makes it attractive.

I feel bad for the church ladies sitting in the car. God is an awesome thing to be excited about. If they’ve lost their passion to beat the pavement to win souls, they may need to channel their energies in other Kingdom building activities.  Maybe they should teach a Sunday school class, or be the folks who volunteer in the soup kitchen or pour the communion wine in those ity bitty cups. Maybe they should help people with financial literacy or hold classes on healthy living. They are older women, maybe they can help young moms with parenting classes. There’s so much to do. There’s no excuse not to find one thing to be passionate about.

What do you represent? Or what do you think you should be representing but you’ve lost passion for it?

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