“G.I.G.O.” “IS THAT YOUR GARBAGE?”

Every week for about six months when the garbage collector’s would come in my neighborhood to pick up the garbage, he would stop the truck right in front of my house, and you know how they reve the engine to compact and push down the garbage they have collected and to make room for the new garbage that they need to put in before they have to go back to the dump and make one big drop? Well, that is what he would do.   So as they reve the engine to do the compacting, a liquid substance that I fondly like to refer to as “GARBAGE JUICE” would come running out of the bottom of the bottom of the truck, and consequently onto the ground, and right in front of my house.  And in the summer time it becomes absolutely unbearable.  So here I went, out to the front of the house with a cup of washing powder, the gallon of bleach, my outdoor broom, and the water hose.  And I commenced to scrubbing the street in front of my house to help regain some sense of the aromatic bouquet of the roses growing in abundance in my front yard.  Every week I had to go through the same thing, repeat this same process.  Garbage man came, and I went out or sent my son out to scrub up the “GARBAGE JUICE.”  Well, one day I ‘d had just about enough.  So, this particular morning, there I stood on the front porch and waited until I heard the garbage truck coming.  When I saw him coming down the street, I marched myself right out there and said, “Hey, excuse me!  But every week you come down the street and stop right in front of my house and you reve that truck, and squeeze “GARBAGE JUICE” right in front on  my house, and it smells absolutely horrible.  And I do not appreciate it.  Can you please NOT do that again?”  They compliantly and apologetically agreed that they would not squeeze “GARBAGE JUICE” in front of my house again and rolled on up the street.  Wow!  I was ecstatic.  I had gotten something accomplished.  I had really gotten through to him.  The next week came and once again, I stood on the porch when I heard him coming down the block, and up the street.  True to his word, when he got to my house he did not squeeze the “GARBAGE JUICE” in front of my house, just as he had promised.  He even nodded his head to me as he passed my house.  I was very happy, and smiling I turned to go back into the house.  That is, until I heard the truck stop at my next door neighbors house that lives on the right of me, and I heard the truck engine reve, and I saw the “GARBAGE JUICE” come running out of the bottom of the truck, right in front of HER house.  And I watched in horror, as it began to roll back down the hill, right-in front-of-my-house.  Oh, did tell you, I live on a slopping hill?  Hmmm.  So, there I went, back down the driveway, with my washing powder, my bleach, my outdoor broom, and the water hose, because I got my neighbors “GARBAGE JUICE.”

G.I.G.O. is an acronym used in computer language that means, Garbage In, Garbage Out.  In other words, the computer can only give out what you put into it.  If you put in garbage, you are going to get garbage back from it.  How many times have YOU accepted or received something, “GARBAGE JUICE” that was not actually your own.  How many times have we allowed people to put or transfer their garbage into you.  We tend to allow people to conveniently dump their woes, their problems, their situations and their circumstances on and their baggage on us, and many times, we just accept it as our own.  We can’t even draw the line of distinction anymore, because we can’t remember that it’s not our garbage.  We become a human garbage can.  It may not even be a whole bag of garbage.  It may just be a little trickle of stuff, “GARBAGE JUICE,” that you allow to run down your way, in front of your houses, into your bodies that God calls your temples.  And if you ignore it, if you cover it up with something like,e maybe the smell of a rose-bush, then maybe, just maybe you can forget that it’s there, and the smell will eventually go away.  It won’t.  For as the sun (The Son) continues to allow the heat to bear down on it, (whatever the situation) the smell just gets worse, and worse.  It’s time to get out the bleach, the washing powder, the outside broom, and the water hose, and wash their “GARBAGE JUICE”  off of you.

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“HERE WE GO AGAIN!”

Ok, I’m back here again, because there is something that I just don’t understand, and it is disturbing me greatly.  Try as I might, and believe me, I have tried so very very hard to understand it.  Oh, I must be rambling a little.  But here’s why.  I like to enhance and raise my level of thinking because I’m a firm believer that who or what you surround yourself with, and what you read or take in on a regular basis, will become the foundation for your success.  So, I was recently reading the Forbes Magazine Special Issue, which is entitled, “BILLIONAIRES-THE DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO THE RICHEST PEOPLE ON EARTH.”  This issue contains 1,426 billionaires, 210 NEW billionaires, 138 WOMEN billionaires, and the THRILLIONAIRE.  Their net worth totalling more than 5.4 TRILLION dollars.  And that was only 1500 of them.  Not even the millionaires were counted in this issue.  WOW!  Hey, it’s cool for people to have that kind of money, and nobodies angry or even jealous, more power to you, but somebody please explain to me these questions, “Why do we still have poverty?”  “Why are there still children starving right here in this great United States of America, the richest country in the world?”  “Why are there still people homeless, some still being misplaced from the natural disasters that put them in the situations that they find themselves in?”  “And why is that ok?”  Why?  For many, it’s not by their own choice that they find themselves in the streets begging bread.  Some know no other life, but some were forced into that life.

My friend went to McDonald’s yesterday night because she is a true friend, and I wanted a chocolate chip frape.  So she said, “I’ll go get it.”  She came back extremely upset, and when I asked her what was wrong, she told me that a little boy, no more than 7 years old was at McDonald’s, out in the dark, by himself, with no coat on, ragged thin summer clothes, in the 32 degree weather, begging for food and money.  She asked him was he hungry, but when she got out of her car to go into the McDonald’s to try to get the little one some food, he got frightened and ran off, because she was in a police security car.  When she told me, I also  got upset, because if anyone knows anything about me, I am an advocate for children.  When I was younger even a teen, I used to sit and watch the shows on television of the children in Africa and other third world countries, and I would not just cry, but I would weep for those little ones, and wish that I could just wrap them in my arms and  tell them everything would be ok, then send the money to fill their little tummies, and help make their lives better.  I have literally hundreds of children and young people, some adults now, that call me mom, momma or mommy that my  husband and myself have nurtured back to health.  Most times spiritual health in realizing who they are, and what their prophetic destiny is.  Some are teachers;  some are on their way to becoming lawyers, engineers, and world renowned Olympic track and field runners.  And I gladly embrace them all as my own.  We don’t have a great deal of money, but what we have, we have freely given, and have come out of our own resources to help these young people in whatever way we can.  We’ve sent money cross country, put money in bank accounts, bought things that they needed.  But not only that, we have sent money abroad to help the helpless in the third world countries as well, and will be proudly doing it again, as much as we can.  So when you tell me that a child is hurting, I get very very angry, and I want to know why, because they are our heritage.  Without them, we will wither away like the chaff that the wind drives away, and we will become no more.

So, somebody please explain to me again, what is the great significance of showing off all of the millions, billions and trillions that have been amassed by different individuals, when we are losing our heritage and are slowing dying away.  You say, “Oh, we will always have the poor with us.”  But I would pour out the precious little that I have for that not to be the case.  Not on my watch.  And not the children.  And I pray God make us rich, because we are going to show the world how it’s really done.

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