I’m sitting back relaxing with my sweet heart for a few minutes, and I sit and think rather sarcastically, how very interesting I find the commercial on the television with the lady talking about the Giant Eagle curb side express who says, “I don’t have time to go to the store; that’s why I love my curb side express personal shopper, who picks out everything i need.” Now, clearly you must admit that it is quite obvious, that she is sitting in her living room the whole time, on the computer, with her little daughter chillin beside her, munching on a banana.

Now Iam not judging, but in my estimation, and I do not believe that Iam being unsympathetic, if you have time to sit on the computer and specifically place a whole grocery order, wait for someone else to run around the store and shop for you, then you get in your car, ride to the grocery store and go pick it up, and then they load it up for you. You still have to put it away! But I believe, that if you have the time to go through all of that, then you probably more than likely, have the time to get out of the car, and go into the grocery store, and shop for yourself. I believe our society is making us into a slovenly, unproductive populace.
But Again, that is just my opinion.
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It has been quite some time since I last blogged.  But today I felt strongly compelled to share this thought that has been in my spirit with you.  Where we are right now is in a lull; an intermission; the time and space between events; such as, the joyous celebration of Christmas, and the impending entrance of the New year.  That space and time, is a hallway; a passage way; a gateway; an interval; a break, or a pause; a place between the old and the new; a p!ace between the here and the there; a place of decision.

It is a great place for some, but it is a tough place, a difficult place, a sad place, for others.  Because, it is in that place that we must release the old, and accept the new.  Not just the old year, but old things, old thought processes, old habits, old debt, old everything.  Unproductive, unregenerated, unprofitable ways.  Many of us become disheartened, depressed, even sad and low in spirit during this time, because we feel as though we are losing something irreplaceable, sort of like an old friend; and we are not willing to accept the changes, the shift that is inevitably coming.  But we prefer to just stand there, in the hallway, in the valley of decision or indecison, and just ponder; reminiscing, about the way things were; the way things used to be; refusing to let the past go, and to leave it behind.

But we can not hide or take refuge in the shadows of the past. And if we don’t walk into this gateway, through this lull, and step out of the hallway to the other side, coming into that new place, that new year, we will just remain there, stuck, in the place of indecision; stranded in the hallway by our own inability to simply, let go.

A resolution, or New Year’s resolutions, as we so nonchalantly refer to them, is simply a decision to change.  To do something, or NOT to do something.  To behave or NOT to behave in a certain manner. It is being resolved to change, or to make better.  To be purposeful and firm in a decision, thought, or action.

And so, as we stand here, on the cusp and brink of a New Year, let us not be afraid to make those unbendable, unwavering decisions of positive change and unshakable resolute action. Let us not be fearful to step OUT of the hallway, into the light of the other side.  But let us walk boldly, and face these new  challenges purposefully, intentionally and with firm resolution that WE WILL NOT be defeated by the ghost of our past, but we will walk into this fresh new place, with grace, dignity, and authority; and we will not just pursue our future, our destiny, but we will go after it head on, and chase it down, and apprehend it, and NOT let it go, until we have begun to walk in it, and have irrefutably established it as our very own. Now THAT is how you send the old year out, and THAT is how you begin a Happy New Year!

Now, tell me what YOU think.


Ok, here is a dilemma that seems to be plaguing our country.  I understand the emotional outrage that is going on right now in Ferguson, Missouri.  I completely empathize with the family, the friends, and the community as a whole.  The loss of this young African-American man, 18-year-old Michael Brown, is a travesty of immeasurable comparison, no matter what the circumstances that lead up to it, it is still a tragedy, that could have been averted had other more calming measures been taken by law enforcement.

However, one thing I DO NOT UNDERSTAND, is this person named Josie, who has been allowed to speak on live radio, and to give an account of what they did not know to be fact, but that they felt was an accurate account of the state of affairs.  Who was NOT in fact, an eye-witness to the situation, but WAS in truth a third-party person, the friend of the friend of the alleged officer, who had heard the account from the friend that was the friend of the alleged officer.  Hmmm.  That is not correct, not cool, and not good for the case.  And THAT in itself is a dilemma, but herein lies MY dilemma.

I know that people are angry, not only in Missouri, but in other parts of the Country, for what appears to be the needless systematic slaughter of the African-American male by law enforcement.   And I know that far too many of our young men have fallen in this almost identical manner, only to be forgotten when the next incident comes into the National spotlight.  Which most times, is more quickly than imaginable.  I know this.  I get it.  And I feel your anger.  I empathize with your pain.  But my brothers and sisters, it is senseless, illogical, and quite foolish for ANYONE to loot, pillage and plunder their own neighbors in the wake of what appears to be such an undeniable injustice.  But think about this;  YOU AND YOUR FAMIILY have to live in those neighborhoods after the situation has been dissolved.  You’ve totally torn up and robbed the electronics store.  You’ve trashed and ravaged the beauty salons.  You’ve demolished the Corner Variety and Grocery stores.  And everything else in between, you’ve burned to the ground.  Now, when the situation has calmed down, the Police presence has gone, and the National Guard has been disbanded, and everyone has at least come to grips with what has transpired.  Now, you have NO grocery or corner variety store; you have NO beauty salons; You have NO electronics stores or anything else that will promote YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD as being a thriving, viable, Community; because you have destroyed it.  THAT my friend, is the definition of “Insanity,” And THAT is how ghetto’s are created.  It is by far one of the stupidest most idiotic things that I have ever heard of, and it never ceases to astound me.  No business will be able to, or even WANT TO rebuild what YOU have destroyed, in YOUR community.  They can’t.  Not only is their determination to thrive in that community gone; their civic and community pride abated; but the insurance it takes to run that business, to re-build that business in that community, which is already much too high for business owners to even afford in the first place, I promise you this, that after incidents like that, the looting, the pillaging, the plundering, the burning, that their insurance WILL increase, if not be dropped completely.  Making it absolutely impossible for those business owners to operate at all.  These are people who were born and raised in your neighborhoods.  Their children go to school in your neighborhoods.  They started a business in that neighborhood loving that community because they were a part of that community, and believing that the people from that neighborhood or community would love and support them in return.  But what do you give them as an act of appreciation for their desire to operate a business in your community rather than in the suburbs?  You give them Thievery, robbery, hatred and greed.  Because truth be told, that’s all that it is.  That is EXACTLY what it is.  Simple Greed.  You are a taker and a user.  You use the events of your Communities weakness and outrage of a situation or occurrence, as an opportunity to exploit and capitalize on what others, the hard-working business men and women of YOUR community, have achieved, and built through blood, sweat and tears.  And you take what is not rightfully or lawfully yours.  Leaving in your wake an empty hole from the destruction and the devastation that you have wrought from your greed.  And that is not right in ANY culture.  It is madness.  It is insanity.  And God sees you.  And He WILL judge and repay you.  You WILL reap the destruction that you have sown.  Watch.

Now, tell me what YOU think,


“Standard Procedure” REALLY?

I have not written in a while because I have been extremely busy.  But something happened recently that caused me to have to write about it.  This may be a little harsh, and it WILL be a bit long, but it’s real, and I need for you to understand the true reality of it.  It’s just that deep.
In March of this year, I was called to an emergency situation at a local hospital, by a young man and woman who are expecting a child.  At that time, she was only 3 months along, when as she was sitting at home she began to bleed profusely.  She was immediately rushed to the hospital by ambulance an hour after they called them, with the pre-supposed deduction that she had lost the baby through miscarriage.  They called the ambulance at about 12:00 noon, and it was about 1:00 p.m. when the ambulance got them to the hospital.  When they arrived at the hospital at approximately 1:00 in the afternoon, they put the bleeding, crying, and frightened young woman in a wheel chair and rolled her into the emergency entrance.  The young man, as well as the ambulance attendants, informed the receptionist of the condition that this young woman was in, and that the young woman was pregnant and bleeding heavily.  And the receptionist’ response to them was, “You have to wait.  We have no room.”  Wow! I was always under the impression that when people came into a hospital emergency room covered in blood, that they were moved up to the “High Priority” list.  Hmm.  Well, by this time, the young woman’s mother had arrived, and I was told that the nonchalance of the hospital staff in regards to the young woman’s plight was inconceivable.
Two hours after they had arrived at the emergency room I received the distress call.  I left my job at approximately 3:10p.m. and arrived at the hospital by about 3:25p.m. from downtown Cleveland.  Yes, I was speeding a little bit, but when my young people are in distress, I respond.  As I entered into the emergency room I beheld a horrific sight.  The distraught young man who was now crying and pacing the floor; the still bleeding young woman who had by now,  stopped crying, and was hopelessly slumped over in the wheel chair, seemingly unconscious, incoherent, and non-speaking; Hair strewn wildly across her tear streaked face;  eyes closed; a mother who was anxiously waiting to hear what was going on with her daughter, and was wondering why they had not yet taken her in to be examined; and a supportive friend, who was there for that very reason, and that was to be a friend.  When the young man saw me walk in, he walked over to me and threw his arms around me, and wept.  His words to me were, “Please help us, they are trying to kill our baby.”  Tears filled my eyes, but I had to push them aside for now.  It was time for the Holy Spirit to go to work.
I told him to sit down, and assured him that everything was going to be alright.  I quickly accessed the situation, and did what I do; I took control.  I walked up to the receptionist and said, “Excuse me, I’m with that young couple over there.  could you please explain to me why it is that this young woman has been bleeding for over 2 and a half hours and you guys still have her sitting here in the lobby?”  Her response may shock you a little.  She said, “Mam, we know she has been sitting out here, but we have no beds available.  As soon as we have an available bed, we will take her back.”  That did not satisfy me.  So my next question was this.  “So, you all just allow people to sit in your waiting room, bleeding for 2 and a half hours and not knowing the cause?”  This will probably shock you even more.  She said, “Mam, we have this happen all of the time.  She is probably having a miscarriage, and in that case there is nothing we can do to stop it.  So when they get her in the back they will give her a pill, send her home, and she will finish miscarrying at her own home, in the toilet.  That is standard procedure.”  WHAT???? Are you kidding me?  Are you really serious?  So, this is what we have come down to?  The  systematic genocide of a people.  The extinction of a race?  How very clever and shrewd to craftily and conveniently dispose of the seemingly insignificant without anyone being none the wiser.  I looked at her, and this was my response to her.  “So that’s the way you all do it now.  You haven’t even examined this young woman and you assume that she has miscarried?  So, when you give her this little “pill,” she goes home, and continues what YOU assume has already begun, without further examination?”  Well, by now, I was angry and I’m sure it showed on my face and was heard in my voice.  So I spoke calmly.  Not screaming or hollering.  But with authority.  “Oh no.  that’s not going to happen, But here is what needs to happen.  First, you guys need to move her up on the priority  list and get this young woman a bed.  Second, she needs to be examined to determine what exactly is actually going on.  And third, YOU WILL NOT GIVE HER ANY PILL, FOR ANY REASON, unless AFTER you have examined her and it is deemed to be necessary.  THEN, we will talk.”
Within 5-8 minutes, they had called this young  name, and she was wheeled to the back for examination.  I told her mother what they intended to do, and we agreed that his was NOT going to happen.  By this time, my husband came walking in, because again, these are OUR young people, and when they need us, we come.  I quickly apprised him of the situation and he agreed with the assessment, and we began to pray.  Then he said, “It ain’t over until GOD says it’s over!”  They allowed us to go to the back with the family to check on the young people.  After the examination and the ultrasound, the doctor came out, and these were her words.  “The good news is, is that the baby is doing fine.  I know she had some bleeding, but I have had people that have bled, even have had a cycle for nine months of their pregnancy and have still delivered healthy, full term babies.  The bad news is that I might have to label you a high risk pregnancy, depending on if this happens again, and the amount of bleeding.  And you need to be on bed rest for the next few weeks.”  She continued to give instruction to the now smiling and jubilant young couple, who were released shortly there after, and all was well.  That little baby is still holding on to this day, and I imagine he or she has said in their mommy’s womb, “I’m NOT letting go, cause I have a purpose and a prophetic destiny to fulfill.”  Had we went along with the program of “Standard Procedure,”  this baby would now be gone from existence forever, never to even having known the purposes and the potential of God in their life.
Now, I know that was very long, but it was also very necessary.  So my question is this,  Why? And has our hospitals, care physicians and medical industry become so overwhelmed or uncaring and corrupt that they willfully, knowingly and conveniently just dispose of the unborn so haphazardly and callously?  Who is in charge and responsible this systematic desecration of human life?  And how many more that may not have had an advocate, may not have had anyone to speak up for them, have gone in and have gone through this “Standard Procedure?  Well, from the words of the one I personally spoke to in the emergency room, “They do it all the time. It’s,  “Standard Procedure.”  And that should not be.
Now, tell me what you think,


Here’s a good question.  Why is it that people tend to do things in other folks neighborhood that you won’t find them doing in their own?  For example; I have literally sat and watched people who were not from “certain neighborhoods,” run stop signs; go right through yield signs, as if they had no clue what “YIELD” really means; go through school zone lights doing faster than the mandatory posted “20 mph” speed limit; speed down residential streets, where there are children clearly playing in plan sight in the parks; allow their pets to use the rest room in people’s lawns or in community parks without using the mandated poo poo bag that they would use in other neighborhoods; blatantly throw trash out of their car windows right into the street; or open their car doors and sit it politely on the ground beside their vehicle just before the light changes and the speed off; illegally dump large items and trash bags in empty fields and in alleys when they think no one is looking.  Why is that?

Also, I ride through different “specific types” of neighborhoods on a day-to-day basis and I see these “Traffic Enforcement Cameras” on every other corner in the “inner city,” but I don’t see them in the suburban neighborhoods.   Why is that?  Are these  “ENFORCEMENT CAMERA’S” truly for the benefit of assisting law enforcement agencies with traffic control? Or are they  simply another governmental ploy designed to purge. squeeze, and snatch, more of the already hard-earned ever decreasing finances and funds that these people have to literally fight for on a continuous basis, from their grasp?  They are already struggling, do they really need some camera that only works half of the time, monitoring their driving habits for the benefit of financial gain to that city?  As a matter of fact, here is a very amusing and strange thing that happened to me one day.  While I was driving down Euclid Avenue, I stopped at a light in East Cleveland at the corner of Forest Hills and Euclid Avenue.  Everyone on every side of me was just sitting there waiting for the light to change in their favor.  Moments went by.  When suddenly there was a bright  flash, and then another.  The camera’s begin to go absolutely wild flashing, one flash right after another.  None of the motorist were moving at all yet mind you, so I could see everyone looking around confused and wondering why this camera was flashing, and which one of the vehicles had violated the law by running the light, or by being too far past the line, or what ever other traffic infraction they nab you on with these devises.   We all looked around to try to figure out what exactly was going on, and the ONLY thing we saw moving, was a relatively good-looking shapely young woman in some very tiny shorts, who was walking from one side of Euclid Avenue to the other side of the street.  At first I thought nothing of it, until the camera flashed again, and still no cars were moving.  It flashed yet again, until she had gotten completely across to-the-other-side-of the-street.  True story.  I tell you folks, I sat there with my mouth opened wide astounded by what I had just seen.  I looked over at the driver in the car next to me (it was warm and the windows were down); and I said to him, “You have got to be kidding me right?”  He  simply shrugged his shoulders, shook his head in disbelief, looking just as stupefied as I was.  The light changed, and we pulled off.  Now THAT was one of those things that make you go, hmmmm.

There are many things that we can go on to question that occur in our “inner city neighborhoods” that you will not find happening in the suburbs.  (Even though no doubt, they may have their share of problems as well).   But I could go on and on naming various different and interesting situations that occur in the “inner city,” that perhaps should not.  You can no doubt think of several yourself.  What I’am simply saying is this; The “Inner City” is not a dumping ground.  It is a place just like any other place, where families live, raise children, go to school, work,  shop and grow.   The people and families that live there deserve respect, just like Pepper Pike, or Solon, or Westlake, or Parma.  It  may not be the ideal place that people have chosen to live, but there are some awesome and incredible people who have chosen to make their homes in the “Inner City.”   And this I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt; you can be Black, White, Asian, Hispanic or any other Nationality, and you can go to the park and swing your children or play basketball in the “Inner City,” go to the store and shop in the “Inner City,” get gas or get your car fixed in the “Inner City.” or simply chose to walk down the street after dinner in the “Inner City,” and I promise you, that no will call the police, no one will look at you strange like you are not supposed to be there,  no one will even ask you why are you there, and no one will bother you, unless of course it is select foolish crowd, that does not even know who they are themselves, and in that case, it’s not just you they would bother, but its ANYBODY!  But in most cases, what you WILL find, is beautiful, friendly, sociable people, who are willing to step outside of their fears and uncertainties, and accept and embrace you, just for who you are.  Color doesn’t matter here.  It is not a determining factor.    Ethnic heritage doesn’t matter here.  Rich or poor doesn’t matter here either.  What matters is, that you ARE somebody, a human being, and you deserve respect, just like everyone else does.  So does the “Inner City.”  Sometimes people don’t have a choice where they live, for one reason or another, but that does not make them any less valuable, any less important, any less significant, any less worthwhile, or any less due respect for who they are and where they have chosen or  not chosen to live.

Now, tell us what you think,

“New Year, New Me, New You.”

Well here we are, we’ve made it.  We are at the beginning of a brand new year.  We’ve had some great times, some bad times, some happy times, and yeah, some sad times in 2013.  Some may say good riddance to you 2013, I’m glad to see you go.  Others may cry, sensing a feeling of loss, remorse or even become melancholy at the exodus of the old year.  But either way we all must take a step back and look in retrospect at the old year, and decide definitively, “What am I going to do now?”  Will I move forward, or will I stay stuck in 2013, or any other year that has passed in auld lang syne?   Which for those that don’t know means, long, long ago.  Will I make this year a great success, or will I meet you here next year, same bat place, same bat time, (for those old 1966 Adam West BatMan sitcom watchers).   Not having moved, nor having accomplished anything?  Will I advance toward my goal, or step into my destiny?  Or will I sit with my one talent, hide it in the ground and wait for my master to return, who in my heart I secretly harbor ill thoughts toward of being too hard, unjust and unfair.  Then run and dig up my one talent that he gave me when I see him coming, just so I can show him that I saved my one little talent exclusively for him, and have done nothing with it, and even worse, have not to share it with anyone else?  Nobody even knows I have it.  Hmmm.  Will I embark upon a new adventure, or begin a new quest?  Will my pursuit of excellence and a renewed state of mind stop if I hit a road block on my journey?  Will I give up my goal, my voyage, my expedition when I’m meet with a seemingly overwhelming and difficult challenge?  Will I listen and giver ear to the nay sayers, back bitters and dribble talkers as they try to expel their venomous toxins upon my dreams.  Will I just lay down and roll over as if for dead when everything does not go as anticipated with my strategic plan, in my trek to greatness?  Will I just sit back and wait for things to happen, or take what it is that someone else thinks I deserve?  I think not.  For I am determined, and I am prepared, and I am resolute in this new year, to take my life back into my own hands, and to put it firmly into the hands of the Lord.  To meet my challenges head on.  To not stop until I have apprehended my established goal.  To not back up.  To not take down.  To not give in.  To not surrender, relinquish, hand over, give up or give away, ANYTHING that God has declared unto me, and has said is mine.  Even if He has only released it in the spirit and has not yet revealed it to me with my physical eye.

And so I present this last thought to you my fine ladies and gentlemen.  Boys and girls.  Children of all ages;  We do not have the time to waste our lives on foolish and trivial things.  Things that perpetually hold us back and keep us in bondage.  For time waits for no man.  It passes you by, and leaves you wondering exactly where it went.  And so, It is time to change our mindsets.  It is time THIS YEAR, to stop being mad.  Time to stop being angry.  Time to forgive those who have wronged you.  And to FORGET the wrong that they have done towards you.  Time to allow the love of God to shine through us.  Time to love the un-lovely or un-loveable.  Time to use wisdom in every decision that we make, and if we don’t have any wisdom it’s time to ask it from God, who said that He will give it to us generously and not hold it back from us.  Time to be generous, courteous and kind to all.  Time to stop being so selfish and self-centered and self-willed.  Time to bear up our brothers and sisters in the spirit of love and longsuffering, and to not just point the way, but to help them on their way to their victory.  Time to stop using the excuse that “God knows my heart” to be and act ugly, and to do what we know is wrong.  Time to stop slithering around dark corners, peeping and creeping, trying to hide what we may be doing that we think no one sees.  Time to stop perpetrating, trying to be something that you know you are not, when you know EXACTLY who and what you are, and EXACTLY who and what you have been called to be.  Time to stop trying to blend in.  Chamilionizing yourself.  It’s time NOT JUST TO KNOW THAT WE ARE THE REDEEMED OF THE LORD, BUT TO LIVE LIKE WE ARE THE REDEEMED OF THE LORD.  It is time for the church of God to stand up and BE the church of the Living God, VICTORIOUS again.  It is time to rise above our circumstances and to stop settling and accepting second best.  It is time to declare the Word of the Lord in our lives, and in our atmospheres, and in our homes, and to change our situations.  NOW is the time to reach for those goals again; to dream those dreams and to make them finally come true.   It is time to seize this moment in time, and to not let it go until it has blessed your very soul.  It is time to apprehend and fulfill that purpose and those promises of God in our lives.   It is time to let the FAITH OF GOD so come alive in us, so that we can accomplish every word that He has released to the heavens for and into our lives.  It is time for us to allow the very Word of God to become life and breath to us.  For then shall we make our way prosperous, and then we shall have good success.   NOW,  is the time.

Now, tell us what YOU think,