My Reflection on “Black Lives Matter”

When I first heard the term “Black Lives Matter”, I was offended because I am SUCH a celebrator of all races and cultures that I considered the phrase to be exclusionary.  However, as time and crime and injustice has progressed, I have listened more closely and come to understand the intent behind the phrase.  All lives matter, yes, but more of us must come to accept that black lives matter…TOO!  Black lives, men and women, are just as important as all else (same can be said for Native Americans, as this is another race that is often harassed and undermined).  But back to my own primary race, there appears to be an evilness that wants to gain strength in its quest to target and ravish the black community.  Our children are targeted in schools AND on the streets, their punishments within educational institutions are greater and stricter (ex:  school to prison pipeline and frequency of expulsion), objectivity is subjective, and fairness is not meted out equally (so fairness ain’t fair).  This goes beyond our police officers.

If what is happening in current day was new, it would be less egregious.  However, it’s not new; it is a continuance of past treatment, only highlighted and more exposed now because of social media and the ease to capture and expose injustices with the use of cell phones.  No, not new.  The black on black crime rate is newer than the load of crap and injustice that is occurring in current day America.  My mind screams why, why, why??!?!?  Why are we STILL dealing with an inability to simply see people as people and NOT see color first? Why won’t it stop?  When will it stop?  What will it take, IN ADDITION to prayer, for it to stop?  Yes, I threw prayer in there.  I do believe it is necessary to seek God in prayer during these times, as more people did in the past.  But, prayer is a portion of the needed movement, the needed resurrection of change.  While I constantly hear discussion on areas for change, I still ask how to effect mass change that has to affect the mind and the heart, in order to have an external impact?  I don’t know right now but I do know that it will take more than a few months, more than a few politicians on each side of the congressional aisle, more than a few people in power, more than a few preachers, educators, commentators, and grass roots advocates…it will take a lot more than just a few.  The cynical, bottom line portion of my personality screams:  “Let talks and collaboration begin, but talk only if it will lead to proper action to ensure justice for all, all the time.”  To discuss and remain without action need not be the choice that America decides to take, for if we choose to put this issue on the back burner, America will find itself at war within, and Dallas will seem minuscule.

Ending thought:  I am aware that my church provided a forum, also known as a safe environment, for black men to have a discussion after last week.  We will enfold families into such a discussion in the future.  Bishop Jakes’ church held something of a community forum for all to come and speak, listen, be heard.  I’ve read of other forums that took place, within and external to houses of worship.  All of these are admirable and necessary starting points, and I applaud the leaders who initiated them.  I pray the momentum remains as we embark upon nothing short of a rejuvenation of the Civil Rights era.  As Professor Danielle Koonce has shared on Facebook, we are in a marathon, not a sprint.  Let’s position ourselves accordingly.

#BlackLivesMatter  #AllLivesMatter  #JusticeforAll

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Meanwhile, back in Connieland, guess I’ll continue to think on this myself, on what actions I can take in my quest for change towards a fight to lessen racism and ensure that the scale of equity and justice is a more balanced concept.

 

Feed the Soul

“We work to feed our appetites; meanwhile our souls go hungry.”

I read this recently and my first reaction…Wow, that is profound but how true is it?  Further, if it is true, what, if anything, can we do about it, individually and corporately as a society?

I decided that for many of us, it is true and the resolution is individual, for no adult soul can be force fed; we choose what we put into our soul.  With that said, what are you choosing to feed your soul today?  If you find that it is filled with junk, what are you doing to cleanse it?

 

 

Father’s Day – 2016

“Fathers”

The unspoken and often, unsung, heroes that anchor us. They are providers of tough love, encouragement, and the challenges that shape us and strengthen us.

Fathers are our coaches.

Fathers provide examples of what a princess should expect and what a man should be.

Fathers teach us when it’s ok to cry and when we must suck it up and press onward, when to accept defeat and when to fight for victory.

Fathers love us unconditionally.

Fathers are strength personified and love on legs.

To good fathers everywhere, thank you for giving us our first glimpse of God.

Compassion

Today, in the Celebrate The Savior Moment at church, we were asked to share how Jesus showed compassion on us.  I will share that there was a time when I was angry with God and another when I was disappointed; He didn’t hold it against me.  He had compassion on…and patience with…me.  Those responses have shown me how to be with others.  Over the years, those responses have made me a better person, volunteer, and leader.  For that, I am grateful.  Whatever your story, your past, you’ve not done anything for which He will not extend to you the same compassion and patience He extended to me and many others.  If this post speaks to you, I invite you to have a chat with Him.  #CelebrateTheSavior

Broken Crayons Still Color*

Inadequacy is not your name.

It is an emotion, a feeling.

It can be overcome because broken crayons can still color.

Delayed dreams do not have to be denied.

Live Your Dream.

Be your dream.

Broken crayons can still color.

You are purpose on legs.

You are purpose in human form.

Use your brokenness to help others in their brokenness, for eventually, He rebuilds us all to become whole.

On your path to wholeness, let your light so shine among men, for

Broken crayons can still color.

Let us see you color.

© 2016 by Dr. Connie R. Shipman

*Title and inspiration for the poem taken from a sermon by Bishop Rosie S. O’neal, Koinonia Christian Center Church.

 

A Time of Renewal

On Sun, 4/17/16, we will begin a new series at my church on “Living the Resurrected Life.”  Not sure what perspective the series will take but when I heard the title late last week, I realized that such is the phrasing I’d use for my current life.  After relocating back to my home state and facing a series of emotions as a result of the move, I’m beginning to feel like I’m living a resurrected life in my forties, a time of renewal, reinstatement, rebuilding. Trying to forget about disappointments of the past and focus on goals and great moments for the future.  It’s an interesting time of life, to say the least.  I’m grateful to God for rekindling friendships that have stood the test of time and distance and empowering me to accept new friendships.  Yep, it is an interesting time.  Let’s enjoy the moments we have and the people that share them with us.  Tootles!

Getting Older

Well, good people, I realized last night that, like the rest of the world, I am aging.  Thing is, I knew it but I didn’t think much about it.  However, last night I was attempting to read something with small letters.  I picked up and out on a pair of old reading glasses that I keep on my nightstand.  Lo and behold, the letters were clearer and larger.  That’s when I accepted that my eyes were aging as well as the rest of me.  No longer can I lose weight seemingly by just thinking about it, no longer can I eat what I want and not gain, no longer do I have painless knees, no longer do I have non-aching joints.  Oh well.  Such is life.  While I’m on this side of Heaven, I’ll continue to make the most of it.  Aging eyes, painful joints, protruding tummy, and all the rest of me.  While we live, let us live.

Foster Care – “The Wave”

During this season of catching up with family and friends and simply enjoying life, while we are taking a moment to breathe, let us also take a moment to remember the children who have been separated from loving parents who made a mistake and is trying to “right” that mistake.  Such a journey can sometimes be long and arduous.  Pray for strength for both the child(ren) and parent(s) to carry on and stay focused until they are reunited with loved ones.  Meanwhile, below is a poem from this Guardian Ad Litem that captures a moment between a mother whose child is in foster care.

“The Wave”

My child has suffered.

Is suffering.

I want to help but I can only do so much.

She is not with me, not full time.

She is with someone else full time.

She is with me part-time, an hour per week…when I can make it.

A supervised hour per week and perhaps

A supervised phone call per week.

I want to do better. I am trying to do better. I will do better.

She is mine and I must have her back.

I must protect her.  Embrace her.  Empower and strengthen her.

But until then….I will cherish my visits.

I will smile as she gets in the car with the social worker and drives away.

I will watch the car until I can see it no more.

Little fingers waving out of the car window.  My little fingers.  She has my fingers.

Waving.  Waving.  Waving.

I clutch my heart with one hand and wipe streaming tears with the other.

Dr. Connie R. Shipman – 2015

Shock and Gratitude

Tonight, a friend texted me to ask for prayer because she was in the ER with her 11 year old son.  Why?  Because he said he wanted someone to shoot and kill him.  He’d simply lost the desire to live, as he sees no point in doing so.  I asked if this was sudden.  She responded that it’d been gradual.  

You have to understand that this is a child I met when he was around 4 months old.  I have loved him from that day to present.  My first response was to tell him that I needed him to remain here, grow up,  and change lives and then…I was overcome with shock, sorrow, anger, gratitude, and tears that continued for hours.  Shock because I know him to be such a happy and fun loving kid, sorrow because of the present situation, anger because the darkness had the nerve to think it could take him, and gratitude because thoughts did not become actions.  He is still here and there is still an opportunity for prayer, for change, for healing, for growth, for help, for support, for love.  I’m looking foward to a future with him in it. 

An Attitude of Gratitude

Let us take a moment to be grateful for the things that we usually take for granted, for we rise daily and those things are simply present; hence, easy to overlook.  Shelter, food, jobs, overall health, transportation, friends, family, great church, fellowship, support system, etc.  During this season and always, while we strive to be more and for some of us, to have more, let us reflect on what we do have and say, “Thank You.”  Have a great day, everyone.