Monthly Archives: September 2008

What’s Up with the Emmy’s

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  “What’s Up With the Emmy’s?”

Septe08-4I watched the Emmy’s on Sunday night.  I always enjoy seeing the flowing dresses of the women and waiting to see if my favorite actor/actress will win.  However, while watching this year I became a little perplexed.  Let me break it down.

The Emmy’s honor the best actors on television.  Right?  The awards are given out by some of the best actors in the business.  Right?  So why do award shows always seem so unrehearsed and scattered?  The actors are on stage struggling to read the teleprompter.  Dude, why are you even reading a teleprompter – shouldn’t you just have it memorized?  The presenters know in advanced what they’ll be doing – so what’s the problem?  I just don’t know.  You’d think for a live performance there’d be a little more talent in the presentation, but I guess not.

And then we have the speeches.  Many speeches look like they are written on a napkin in their limo in route to the show (if they had a speech at all).  Some get on the stage awe-struck as if they are not used to performing in front of an audience.  YOU’RE AN ACTOR!!!  That’s the entire reason you received the award.

After pondering this during a commercial break, I believe I know why all this happens.  These folks are actors.  They get paid (a whole heck of a lot of dinero) to play the roles of different characters.  However, when asked to act genuine, they struggle.  While presenting an award, they try to play themselves without trying to play themselves.  Once they win an award and take the stage to give their speech, once again their vulnerability is on the line.

I think many of us do the same thing.  It can be very easy to send our “representative” out in public.  You can say the things you want to say and present yourself in a way that has others salivating at the simple thought of you.  You can perceive yourself to live a life of luxury, yet be up to your nostrils in debt.  You can show up at every party, yet go home to cry yourself to sleep because you are in so much pain yet fearful to see the doctor.  You can brag about the number of women you’ve dated, yet deep down know your preference is men.  You can brag about your wonderful marriage, yet haven’t slept next to your husband in several months.

But, luckily, eventually truth reveals itself and it’s such a refreshing moment.  You never know when that moment can happen to any of us.  Hopefully when it does happen, each of us will be there to embrace that friend, family member or loved one.  The truth shall set us all free!

M.Y.  September 2008

Three Little Pigs

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The Three Little Pigs

Sept08-3As I left church on Sunday morning, there was a strong wind in the air.  Usually with the wind, comes the rain.  We all rapidly ran to our cars to avoid the sudden outburst of water.  As I sat in my driver’s seat I was almost certain I had just missed the storm.  But it never happened.  I tried to go see Tyler Perry’s new movie about a hour later.  Five minutes into the movie the power flickered, then movie came back on – but without sound.  We received a free movie voucher and left.

While driving home Sunday afternoon I noticed the damage already that existed on the streets.  Winds up to 85 mph swept through our city.  I sat in my living room looking through the windows watching the trees sway every which way.  At one point the door shuttered and I felt like one of the three little pigs.  The wolf (wind) was trying to blow my house down, but the brick surrounding my walls said not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.

All of this was caused by a wind storm! A WINDSTORM?  Whoever heard of that?  Was there even a way to prepare if we would have been forewarned?  I was one of the few fortunate people not to lose power.  I assumed it was my entire neighborhood but found out later the first part of my street was powerless.  My job, however, was without power which meant two days off work. I reconnected with an old friend and had a fun slumber party.  My heart ached for some of my friends, especially those with children.  Not only were their children stuck at home all day, they had no televisions to watch, computers to surf nor ways to charge their cell phones – talk about forced family bonding!  Folks that went to the grocery last weekend were forced to throw out desired food.  A candlelight dinner is romantic, but not when you’re eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and twinkies.    Slowly but surely our city will be back to normal.  Kids will once again get to attend school.  Stoplights will once again function as stoplights.  People will still flock to watch their favorite show.  Your husband can once again heat up chicken nuggets to serve the kids dinner. Sometimes it takes a natural disaster for us to appreciate the things we have.  Sometimes it takes a natural disaster to open our arms to others.  Sometimes it takes a natural disaster to love the people around us.
M.Y.  September 2008

Evacuate?

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“Evacuate?”
Sept08-2I went on a mini-vacation to Myrtle Beach last week.  I arrived on Wednesday with plans of checking out on Saturday morning.  On Friday, though, there was talk all over the media about Hurricane/Tropical Storm Hanna hitting Myrtle Beach late Friday evening.  Why does Hanna have to ruin my party?  There was a note on my villa door on Friday morning stating that the governor had issued a voluntary evacuation for the area.  Voluntary + evacuation – aren’t those two words an oxymoron?  Being that I get nervous at seeing just five drops of water fall from the sky, it was a no-brainer for me.  My friend and I headed to Florence, SC for the night and came back to the beach the next day.

While there, I thought about the people in New Orleans and their evacuations.  Mine was a simple overnight trip.  All I had to do was pack my travel suitcase and drive down the road for an hour.  There’s was much more extreme.  What would we do if we were forced to evacuate from Louisville?  Would you wait around a bit or leave immediately?  Where would you go?  What personal items would you take with you?  What phone calls would need to be made?  How would you feel if you came home to nothing?

These are the thoughts the residents down south had to face with Hurricane Katrina and Gustav.  It could not have been an easy decision.  I talked to my uncle that lives down there.  He was rescued by helicopter during Katrina.  I assumed it would have been a simple decision for him to leave for Gustav.  He said no.  He waited until the last minute to leave.  But why? His simple reply – “That’s my home.  New Orleans is all I know”.

I said a special prayer for the residents of New Orleans because nobody can truly know what they have been through.  Many have young children and/or elder parents which makes the transition even more difficult.  Aside from the easy to see physical damage, the emotional stress has taken it’s toll on many of them.  They talk about the Katrina kids having horrible fits through the day or nightmares at night.  Many adults are still trying to get back on their feet.  The thought of walking away from the only place you know, knowing that you have nowhere to go and possibly expect to come back to absolutely nothing is not something that anyone should have to experience in their lifetime.  I pray that they will one day again have a place to call home.

M.Y. September 2008

Not Your Average College Student

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“Not Your Average College Student”

Sept08-1If you’ve been to a service at Bates Baptist Church or seen the University of Louisville Black Diamond Choir recently, you’ve been blessed to see the enthusiastic, sharp dressed, bright smiled Keon Jones.  He automatically stands out in a musical crowd and is in no way trying to hide his love of God.  This week Keon left to go home to Baltimore before starting grad school in January in Dallas, TX for Christian counseling.  Although I see Keon out at various places, I never knew his story.

So here it is: Keon grew up with a mother, father, older sister and twin sister. They did not have a church home until he was 13.  Before that, they would watch church on television and mom would make them take notes.  He played sports in high school and ended up in good ole Louisville, KY in hopes of walking on the University of Louisville Cardinals football and/or baseball team.  Neither happened.  God closed those doors but gave him something better to love – people enjoying God.  “God put a fire in me and freedom in my worship that is liberating to those looking on.”

When I was in college (back in the day) you would throw on a comfortable pair of sweats and a t-shirt and roll out of bed just in time for your 8am class.  Not Keon.  Most people remember Keon because he dresses to the nine.  A blazer, button-up shirt and slacks are common class attire.  Choir rehearsals have seen their share of the Keon bowties.  Dapper suits are readily available and willing to make an appearance.  Because of his style, some people have asked him if he is gay.  He shakes his head no as I ask this question myself and knows that some people just don’t appreciate his individual style at the age of 22. Keon shares that he welcomes those instances as opportunities to share the gospel with brothers that equate well kept black men with homosexuality.

Keon is 10 years my junior but I can’t wait to see what his future holds.  He fell in love with Louisville for the years he was here.  He arrived without any family, and left with more mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters than he could ever imagine.  He is passionate about his faith and believes in spreading God’s message to all around.  God’s blessings to you Keon, thanks for leaving your mark here!

M.Y. September 2008