Lord -- I am so RESTLESS now.
O how I want to preach your word of liberation. But why must that liberating word come from out of oppressiveness? And why must it be overbearing and overwrought with overall bigotry in the land? Why can't "nice" words like "please", "thank you", "would you mind?" suffice for our cause? Why must it be that words like "demand," "no more," "enough," speak our desires?
God quieted those -- even those -- silent tears, never to fall no more. God answered those fervent prayers from high up in Glory. That same head that's found 'round about God's Throne? Not in vain! Not in vain! No-- not in vain
"If I can help somebody as I pass along, then my living will not be in vain." (song)
God have mercy on my soul!
The voice of freedom calls my name. It compels me onward through the black sea of maledom and femaledom that have united for the cause of self-sameness to carry on the tradition and doctrine of men instead of the gospel of a true and living God. The voice of freedom compels me to rise up against the doctrines of men to preach and teach the gospel of Christ.
"If it wasn't for the Lord, (somebody), tell me where would (we) be?"
Probably still being transported as cargo and chattel in ships specially built to maximize space and minimize comfort.
The voice of a woman is supposed to be sweet and "respectful" and polite and "feminine" and submissive even in the midst of raps upside the head and body blows hit hard against our breasts and knees in our groin --
The same groin that birthed man and boy that he should turn on us?
A black woman laid near death just so he could live.
The same hard blows to the breast that suckled a frail son who grew to be a powerful man.
The raps upside the same head that held the eyes that shed relentless tears late in the midnight hour.
The same head that held the ears that heard man-size cries coming from out of little boy mouths.
The same head that held the mother's mouth that opened wide to lift up her prayers unto the God who neither slumbers nor sleeps. And, through it all,
That same head held high still as it lay a'restin' in the grave.
Because in the end God rested that same head upon His own breast.
God soothed the furrowed brow never to frown no more.
God calmed that bleeding heart never to bleed no more.
Thank God it is all under the Precious BLOOD of Jesus.
GOD IS AWAKE-- AND HE CARES FOR YOU!
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Original Musings by Rev. Lainie Dowell
The Mountainside Ministries. Columbia, MD.
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