The Pride of Life

Sitting here, in my room, listening to cool music my cell phone

(Because it makes noises)

I imbibe all these old, nostalgic, rhythmic sounds

That prompt me to remember things of the past…

The things of MY past….

All these old thoughts and memories come

Rushing, rushing in like a  

Torrential flood.

And I begin to hunch my shoulders rythmically, move my body and pop my fingers to the beats

and the memories.

It sounds good…

It FEELS good–and familiar…

Comfortable.

And then my Black Pride kicks in and I begin to preach to myself…

“We make some of the best music known to humankind!”

“Damn, we built and are the very foundation of damn near everything in the earth!”

“We even wrote the Bible, too…I’m so glad I am an Israelite and I KNOW IT!”

 

The internal conversation takes a sudden pause at that point…

Because I know that Israel has a Mighty God and she also has laws, statutes and commandments that were lovingly given to her by The Most High that her people MUST learn, apply and endure within…

To be saved.

I also remember  1 John 2: 15-17…

15 “Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.

16 For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.

17 And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever.”

And then I remember that The Most High God loves most, my obedience, above all that I can give.

I turn off the noisemaker I go to reflect upon and abide,

Continually,

WITHIN THE LIGHT!

 

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