The Truth Will Set Us Free If We Let It

Truth is truth

No matter how we spin

The lies and the deceit

Do not always win.

Character prevails

Let’s see it more and more

I hope we find more of it

That’s what most of us implore.

Women tell the truth

They live within their skin

To doubt their stories

Is too deep a sin.

People in power

White men in the crowd

No longer get by with crimes

And that makes me proud.

Character matters

Though some would disagree

Those who put politics above it

Will surely come to see.

Shall we continue the journey

And move toward things that matter

Before we totally ruin ourselves

Lest more lives we would shatter.

There is hope in the land

I feel it in my soul

Maybe we’ve turned the corner

The truth must somehow be told. 

Dear God, Hear My Prayer

Dr. James Melvin Washington’s book, Conversations with God: Two Centuries of Prayers by African Americans, published in 1994, has been a steady read for me during our days of living in Abilene, Ada, and now Denison. You may ask why a white man reads a book of prayers by people of color. There are perhaps many, but amongst others, they keep me reminded of things that are true.

In the early morning hours this morning, I read two prayers, one by Matthew L.Watley, then a student at Howard University, and now a leader of people and recognized as such, and another by his father, William Donnel Watley, then a pastor for an AME church in New Jersey, and now a senior pastor for an AME church in Atlanta.

Young Watley prays the following:

“Dear God, if you please, let me be paranoid.

I know this sounds like the strangest request.

But it’s the only thing can fill this void.

And until it is fulfilled, I’ll find no rest.”

He goes on to write about judgments made against him because of his skin color and other things such as “poor education and unequal chances” and all manner of mistreatment, but that he is told that these things do not exist.

So, he writes:

“So God, you must see the need for me to be paranoid,

Then this world really wouldn’t be so bad.

Then all that I would see is not a true picture.

Lord, let me be paranoid so I know that I’m not mad.”

Then his father, the elder Watley, acknowledges to God his son’s prayers and then makes his own request, “I pray for holy restlessness and sensitivity to the racism that still affects the lives and impacts the aspirations of your children of the African sun.” Later in his prayer, he also beseeches God with, “God, grant us sensitivity without cynicism, righteous indignation devoid of bitterness, the wisdom of the serpent without its craftiness the gentleness of the dove without its naivete. Then, Lord, help us to direct all of this passion that we feel into meaningful action, we pray.”

For those of us who are watching, there is injustice and insanity in the world.  Based on one’s skin color or one’s name, the opportunities are different. There are better jobs, opportunities, higher placement in a wide range of settings if you have a “white” name and if your skin color is “white.” There are distinctions made by police around people of color versus those of us who are white. Then, the politics of the day can be maddening and we can go mad ourselves when we see the leader of our land engage in activities that demean people of color, women, the disabled, and children, amongst all manner of others. We see the undoing of things that we hold dear such as our indigenous people’s sacred land, to mention just one.  We see the “leader of the free world” endorsing for congress one who has multiple allegations of sexual misconduct because a “liberal” would mess with the vote. It appears that guns are more important than people. 

These things are seen by some and not by others. They are dismissed by some as irrelevant to the day and as important to others. 

I’d like to see things as they are, not how I am told to see them. I want to see the truth of injustices done and to do something about them rather than being sold a spin or a justification for them. 

So, today, like the younger Watley, I am asking for paranoia so as to know that I am not mad. I am also praying like the elder Watley for a holy restlessness and sensitivity to all manner of injustices in the world. And I vow to make a difference in my small corner of the world. 

I Hear He is Coming

I hear He is coming

The preacher told us so

He read from a big book

That was written long ago.

There was a prophet

A man who listened closely to God

He spoke to the rich and the poor

He cared a lot about those downtrod.

There was hopeless in the land

They had all lost their way

They were looking left and right

Trying to see a better day.

The prophet said he is coming

I just won’t tell you when

You better get prepared

You’ll face all of your sins.

The world we live sounds familiar

We stink up this big old joint

We have all chosen our paths

And toward hell much of us do point.

This world like that one

Bad stuff and other’s pain was craving

If it doesn’t come soon

I don’t know if it’ll be worth saving.

He’ll be born of a virgin

Something no one has done

He’ll bring us back to glory

He’ll be God’s only Son.

He’ll bring us to our knees

And we’ll worship at the throne

He’ll have a heart of justice

For those left undone.

Today is sit and I ponder

I’d like for him to come

And reign amongst my people

And to fix the world undone.

This thing is what we called it

Advent is a descriptive term

Jesus is coming as a baby

We have so very much to learn.

Mary and Joseph his parents

The donkey their traveling mode

He walked and carried them along

Not knowing of his precious load.

That sweet sweet day He was born

The world never to be the same

We all bow down to the Christ child

We worship His holy name.

The prophet was named Isaiah

The truth he told quite clear

The child’s name was to be Immanuel

His birth is drawing near.