Posted by: morgan1965 | September 11, 2021

Personal Memories From 9/11

The day began as a normal Tuesday, except that I had decided to work on an important project at home rather than go to the office, thus avoiding any interruptions. Having delayed my breakfast to gain a head start, around 8:30 am, I decided to take a break for a light breakfast. Sitting at the kitchen table, I turned on the television news and heard the report that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center, North Tower (8:46 am). A few minutes later the news flashed the announcement that a second plane had crashed into the South Tower (9:03 am). There was obvious confusion in the reporting, because the unexpected had happened. But what had happened?

Pondering the question about the circumstances, I recalled the many flights when I arrived at LaGuardia Airport. I quickly concluded that this was no accident even though there was initial speculation and scrambling for factual details. I felt that no pilot, even in bad weather, would accidentally fly into the towers. Soon the reporters announced that this horrific event was an act of terrorism. There were additional terrorist acts at the Pentagon and at Shanksville, Pennsylvania. The hijacking and crashing of three planes quickly became known as 9-11. America would never forget the horror of this day, nor would we be the same.

Innocent people lost their lives in the 9-11 carnage, and still others were seriously injured. All of us were victimized by the images that were flashed on the television screens. Life was disrupted for thousands of people who were attempting to complete their air flights around the nation. On that fateful day, authorities closed the George Washington Bridge.  My wife who worked in Paterson, New Jersey had to drive further north and use the Tappan Zee Bridge to arrive home in New Rochelle, New York.

It was Tuesday and our son and his fiancé were scheduled to be married on Friday in New Jersey. We were worried, but the wedding, which I officiated, took place as planned.  Several family members and friends were not able to fly in for the wedding because of the moratorium on all flights. In our family, there was joy and celebration in the midst of the sorrow and devastation of 9-11.

The next day was my birthday (no birthday party), Saturday the I got up early that morning, and with three clergy colleagues, I traveled to Ground Zero. When we arrived at the outer perimeter, we made our way through an NYPD checkpoint after providing identification and stating the purpose of our visit. A short time later, we were given a hazard hat and a mask to wear for our protection. We walked in silence. The destruction was massive – twisted steel, collapsed buildings, fire trucks destroyed, burned out automobiles, etc. We continued to walk in silence.  Along the way we encountered a small contingent of Chicago firefighters, and we stopped and invited them to share in prayer with us. We formed a tight circle in the street, and we prayed. We thanked them for volunteering their time and resources at Ground Zero. Moving on, we eventually made our way to the Old John Street United Methodist Church, located about one and a half blocks from the Towers. We stopped in front of the church and prayed – for the dead, the survivors, the volunteers, the city, the nation, and the nations of the world. We prayed for peace and the healing of the nation. The church had not been damaged. The streets at Ground Zero were littered with paper, office stuff and debris. There was a stench in the air – smoke, charred metal, incineration. United Methodist Churches in the area opened their doors so that people might enter for prayer and meditation.

I have a still vivid memory of our visit to Bellevue Hospital. There was an extensive wooden construction barrier in front of the hospital. Posted on those walls were the pictures of men and women who were missing. This collage of pictures evoked silence from the watchful, searching crowd of people who viewed the faces of the young and the old. This makeshift monument represented a sense of hope in the early days following 9-11 – hope that loved ones would be rescued and not recovered.

A sense of hope was buoyed by the prayers of people around the world who prayed fervently in the aftermath of 9-11. United Methodist people came to New York City as volunteers. U.M. Congregations contributed financially to the relief effort through the United Methodist Committee on Relief (UMCOR). My episcopal office received numerous phone calls of inquiry and well wishes, letters, and cards. We experienced the support of United Methodists as well as members of the ecumenical community. The New York Annual Conference convened a conference wide worship service at Park Avenue United Methodist Church in Manhattan. In that service we remembered the dead, we prayed for the bereaved families and the survivors. We worshipped our God. Soon thereafter, the New York City Council of Churches and the NY City administration organized an ecumenical community service which was held at Yankee Stadium. The gathered people honored all of those who died as a result of the destruction at the World Trade Center – workers, first responders, and passengers and crew on the two hijacked airplanes.

On this 20th anniversary, we remember that fateful day on September 11, 2001. We honor the nearly three thousand people who died. We pray for the survivors and all affected families.

Posted by: morgan1965 | September 1, 2021

A Back-to-School Prayer

Listening God, we are so grateful for your presence with us during this Covid-19 pandemic. Although the pandemic still rages, we now have a safe vaccine which our scientists have developed and made available to the public. Experience has taught us that we can help to mitigate the spread of the virus by wearing a mask, washing our hands, and social distancing. We know that you hear our prayers, so we thank you, Lord, for this significant progress in the arena of public health.

Holy Teacher, summer is over and now it is back to school time. We pray for the safety of our children, their teachers, the administrators and all staff members who are a part of the educational enterprise from preschool thru college and graduate school.  We are concerned about our children because of the increased incidence of covid infections among children and youth. We want our children to have the opportunity to return to school, but they can thrive only in a safe environment for learning and personal development. We want all schools – public, parochial, private, and college – to be a safe haven for learning.

God of Wisdom and Science, help all eligible unvaccinated persons to overcome their reluctance, or their fear, or their misinformation about the Covid-19 vaccination. We desire to have a safe environment in our schools and in our places of work. We also pray that soon there will be a safe and effective vaccine for children under twelve years of age.  

God of Grace, we pray that you would deliver us from this pandemic. Continue to give wisdom to the scientist, doctors and health professionals who are working diligently to save lives. Grant courage to our political, religious and civic leaders as they encourage all Americans to be vaccinated for the safety of us all. Give each one of us a good dose of Mother Wit so that we can make good personal medical and health decisions, rather than to be persuaded by misinformation and untruths.

This is our prayer, offered in the Holy Name of Jesus. Amen

Posted by: morgan1965 | May 9, 2021

Fond Memories of Mom

A few years ago, we went to a Mother’s Day Gospel Concert in Newark, New Jersey that featured such artists as Yolanda Adams, Sissy Houston, The Clark Sisters and Shirley Caesar. Caesar was at the end of the program and her first selection was one of my favorites, I Remember Mama. The first line of the song captures the essence of motherhood: I remember mama, and the love that she gave.

I have fond memories of my Mom, Attrue Virginia Logan Lyght who died unexpectedly forty-two years ago. Etched in my memory is the ardent love that she had for her four children and her five grandchildren. Like Shirley Caesar, I remember mama in a happy way.

My Mom was an excellent cook who enjoyed cooking, and serving a hot meal. Her delectable meals often featured items like fried chicken, chicken and dumplings, collard greens, fried fish, fried crab cakes, fried potatoes, fresh tomatoes, fried squash and other vegetables. She often served homemade biscuits. On some days she would serve biscuits for breakfast and biscuits for dinner. Mom did not serve any leftover biscuits; instead, she made fresh biscuits for each meal. Oh yes, there were desserts too, but I especially liked her rice pudding, sweet potato pie, coconut cake, and gingerbread. We enjoyed delicious meals, because Mom would take ordinary food and season it so that it had an extraordinary taste.

Once when I asked Mom for some cooking instructions, she gave me a pinch of sage advice. First, season food to your taste. Second, cook your food slowly, especially meat. Third, cook the food until it is done, and avoid overcooking your food. In reality, I learned a lot about cooking when watching Mom cook as I sat talking with her in the kitchen. 

My siblings and I were blessed with a stay-at-home mom. When we came home from school, Mom was always there, so we did not have to enter an empty house. She was there to help us with our homework. My mom helped me to learn how to spell efficiently and prepare for the weekly spelling tests. She was a big encourager and always supportive.

When we had bumps or scrapes, however, we did not go to Mom. We went to Dad, because Dad always took care of the wounded. After our wound was cared for, then we would go to Mom for her tender aftercare. She did not like a lot of blood.

Our Mom was a quiet, peaceful, loving, kind and gentle woman. She was not the disciplinarian. So, when we got into some kind of mischief, she would send us to Dad with only a few exceptions.

During Dad’s tenure as a district superintendent, Mom served as his secretary, because the district office was in our parsonage. Mom still found time to knit and crochet, and occasionally play the piano. She immensely enjoyed participating in the Women’s Society of Christian Service. She was a devoted lifetime Methodist, and her love for Jesus Christ spilled onto her children.

Shirley Caesar’s song goes on to say:

Now mama is sleeping in the bosom of Jesus Christ

Somehow, I know she’s smiling, she’s smiling on us right now…

Although my mama’s gone, she’s right here in our hearts

We’re all gonna pull together and stay in the holy place

I remember mama in a happy way.

I have fond memories of my Mom, and I remember her with happiness.

Every day is Mother’s Day, but we shout Happy Mother’s Day officially with great Thanksgiving this year on Sunday, May 9, 2021. May this Mother’s Day be a happy day for your family and your friends.

Posted by: morgan1965 | April 4, 2021

Easter People Raise Your Prophetic Voices

The year 1968 was a memorable year for me not only because I graduated from seminary, but Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated on Thursday, April 4th. Later that Year on Wednesday, June 5th Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated, thus adding to the year’s tragedy. Today is Easter Sunday (April 4, 2021) and it is the day that Dr. King lost his life 53 years ago. The opportunity to ponder the significance of King’s death in the context of the Easter event is a powerful reminder that God constantly acts in our lives and in our common history.

Looking back in biblical history, we note that Palm Sunday was a day of celebration that marked Jesus’ triumphal entry into Jerusalem. It was the beginning of Holy Week. Jesus began the journey that would lead him to Maundy Thursday when he would break bread with his twelve disciples. Unknown to the disciples at the time, there was one among them who would betray Jesus, one who would deny Jesus three times, and all of them who would desert Jesus while abdicating the opportunity to stand up and be a witness for Jesus. The very next day Jesus was arrested, tried and nailed to a cross.

Before his death on a cross, Jesus spoke what we refer to as the Seven Last Words. He spoke words of forgiveness (Luke 23:34), words of promise (Luke 23:43, and words of caring (John 19:26-27). He spoke words of lament (Matthew 27:46), and words of human desire, “I thirst!” (John 19:28). As the end of his life was fast approaching, Jesus declared: “It is finished.” (John 19:30). With death closing in upon him, Jesus cried out: “Father, ‘into your hands I commit my spirit” (Luke 23:46). These last seven words of Jesus spoken from the cross have provided the grist for numerous sermons over the years. Perhaps one can say that these profound words constitute Jesus’ last sermon before his cruel death on a cross. This sermon conveyed Jesus’ love for humankind and his selflessness and willingness to sacrifice his life for our redemption.

On the night before his death, April 3, 1968, Dr. King was not scheduled to speak at Mason Temple in Memphis, Tennessee. He was in town in spite of the fact that he had been warned not to come back to Memphis because of the volatile situation resulting from the demonstrations on behalf of the striking sanitation workers. King came back to town because he wanted to help the sanitation workers. At the last minute, King said yes to an invitation to speak to the throngs of people who had gathered at the church. It turned out to be his last oration.

In his sermon that night, King talked about his journey, fully realizing that the journey is home. He told the story of the Good Samaritan, noting that the Samaritan stopped to help the wounded victim on the dangerous road to Jericho. He surmised that the Samaritan must have wondered what would happen to the victim if he did not stop to help; so, he stopped and helped the man. King acknowledged that he had wondered what would happen to the striking sanitation workers if he did not offer to help them; so, he returned to Memphis to help them. He told the gathered audience about his narrow escape from death when he was stabbed while autographing books in Harlem. He survived that attack mainly because he did not sneeze before the surgeons could remove the knife from his chest. He rehearsed the fact that when he arrived back in Memphis, he heard that there were real threats against his life.

King’s sermon reminded the audience that there would be “some difficult days ahead.” That did not matter. Why? Because King said, “I’ve been to the Mountaintop.” He confessed that like any person he would like to live a long life. But he was striving to do the will of God. In that moment the mesmerized crowd realized that the beloved Martin Luther King, Jr. had been to the mountaintop. He told them that he had looked over and he had seen the Promised Land. Although we might not get there together, “we, as a people, will get to the promised land.” Within twenty-four hours, King was dead, struck down by an assassin’s bullet.

Simon of Cyrene, a dark-skinned African man, was yanked from the crowd and compelled to carry the cross of Jesus to the location of his death on that very cross. Surely Jesus must have appreciated that help under the circumstances. It is appropriate to ask: Does Jesus have to bear the cross alone? Likewise, we ask whether Dr. King has to bear the cross alone? Jesus gave his life for us because he loves us. King gave his life in the struggle for human freedom guided by love. Remember, bearing the cross of Jesus requires faithful discipleship.

The truth is that both men often bore their crosses alone. On this Easter Sunday, let us pick up our crosses and bear them in the name of Jesus and for the cause of freedom for all of God’s children as demonstrated by Dr. King. Death could not destroy Jesus’ truth; nor could death erase King’s dream/vision.

Jesus Christ is Risen today, and we are Easter people!

Think About It!

Posted by: morgan1965 | February 26, 2021

Camp Meeting Memories


Camp Meeting Memories

As we celebrate Black History Month, using the official theme noted above, a variety of personal memories have been generated. “The Camp Meeting Ground” is a small shopping plaza in Delanco, a New Jersey river town. This plaza reminds me of the Black Methodist Camp Meetings that my family used to attend. I have fond memories of the Camp Meetings that used to convene on Maryland’s Eastern Shore during the summer months as late as the 1950’s and early 1960’s. Many of these Camp Meetings were held on the grounds of Methodist churches. Some that my family attended were Marydel, Cottage Grove, Cambridge, Oriole, Kingston, Sharptown, Marion, Ridgely, Greenwood, Dames Quarter, and several others.

On weekends my siblings and I looked forward to visiting a Camp Meeting on a Sunday afternoon, because we knew that our grandfather and other relatives likely would be in attendance. As soon as Dad parked our car, we would go in search of granddad. He drove his yellow school bus and would take a “load” of people from his neighborhood to the Camp, because many folks did not own a car. When we found his bus in the bus parking area, we would climb aboard with excitement. Usually, it was mid afternoon and by then we had a good appetite. We knew that Ms. Hill, our “adopted grandmother,” would have a basket of food – fried chicken, potato salad and some homemade cake. After we ate, granddad would take us to the concession stand to buy some ice-cream and some pop. Sometimes he would give us a quarter to buy a box of Cracker Jacks with a prize in it, and something else of our choice.

For the adults, worship opportunities were an integral part of the Camp Meeting experience. There would be a church building, with a fresh coat of white paint, where the Sunday morning worship service was held. The afternoon and evening preaching services would be held in an outdoor pavilion or tent where people, while sitting on wooden benches, would gather to hear the guest preacher. Quite often we attended a particular camp because my father was the guest preacher. He was in demand as a Camp Meeting preacher.

The singing and praying bands were one aspect of the worship experience that fascinated me. Often, these groups did not begin their ritual until late afternoon or early evening. They would start their a cappella singing with low volume and gradually raise their voices until they reached a crescendo of shouting. I frequently did not understand what they were singing nor did I know the songs they were crooning with rhythm and harmony. Dad enjoyed listening to these bands, but he did not join in their circle and ritualistic actions. His sister, Aunt Pheny, was an active participant, dressed in her black dress and long, white apron. The men, often wearing a head band, would be dressed in starched white shirts and black pants with suspenders. My Aunt Marie in later life became a band member and enjoyed participating in the praying and singing.  

The Camp Meetings on Maryland’s Eastern Shore meant different things to different folks. Families and friends welcomed the opportunity to gather and visit with one another. For many it was a homecoming that enabled former parishioners to visit the church that had nurtured them in their childhood. It was a time of fellowship and some degree of fun. In the mix was the opportunity for one and all to worship God in an evangelical atmosphere and manner. The truth of the matter is that the larger the Camp Meeting, the more opportunities there were for folks to engage in nonreligious activities. Not all attendees were focused on things spiritual. Some men would find a nearby location and engage in games of chance and/or consume certain alcoholic beverages. For some attendees the Camp Meeting was a kind of fashion show because it was fashionable to come dressed to the nines.

Most of these Camp Meetings did not have tents or cottages to provide overnight lodging for families. The Camp Meeting usually was confined to one Sunday. Where there was adequate lodging, the Camp Meeting might last for a week or more. Participants usually had to get home and go to work on Monday morning.

The traditional African American Methodist Camp Meeting is now just about extinct on the Eastern Shore. Over time the historical Camp Meeting evolved into a traditional homecoming event. Nevertheless, I still have fond memories of going to a Camp Meeting on a Sunday afternoon. The African American Camp Meeting is an important part of Black Church history.

Posted by: morgan1965 | January 15, 2021

Character Matters: A Tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Angels play a significant role in biblical history. What are angels? It is clear from a biblical perspective that angels possess greater ability and power than any human (See I Peter 2:11). God uses angels to help people in the ordinary facets of life. Angels have always been employed to accomplish God’s will.

The angels were joyous on the occasion of Jesus’ birth and they conveyed their joy to humankind. We know from reading John 3:16 that there is a great truth: For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. This Jesus died for our sins in an effort to reconcile us to the God who created us. This Jesus invites us to walk in the Way, following Jesus, the light of the world.

We are witnessing today political division, religious division, family division and personal turmoil. Where are our leaders who possess sound character and manifest high moral standards and a commitment to ethical decisions based on fairness and justice? In this perilous time, I am reminded of a quote from James Madison which is contained in Federalist Paper No. 51.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary. If angels were to govern men, neither external nor internal controls on government would be necessary. In framing a government which is to be administered by men over men, the great difficulty lies in this: you must first enable the government to control government; and in the next place, oblige it to control itself.

Much is required of all people who are in leadership positions – both public, private and religious. Howard Thurman made the cogent point that “life is saved by the singing of angels.” When Abraham Lincoln was first elected, there were those who would divide the nation. Near the close of his first inaugural address, Lincoln said:

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

Annually on January 18th we celebrate the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

This year as we celebrate we are witnesses to a divided nation.

Dr. King was one of God’s angels who appealed to the better angels of our nature. He sang the song of God’s love. In his book, “The Measure of a Man,” King allows one to peak into his personhood when he outlines “The Dimensions of a Complete Life.”  First, is the length of life. An individual gives attention to the development of one’s inner strength (“inner powers”). Second, one’s concern for others is the fabric of the breadth of life. It is a humanitarian concern. Third, we must do more than develop our strength and love humanity. This vertical dimension is the personal effort to be in relationship with God. These three characteristics constitute the dimensions of a complete life. These dimensions form the dimensions of our character.

We honor Dr. King as a civil rights leader who helped to turn the nation upside down through direct nonviolent action. He taught love and led nonviolent peaceful demonstrations. He gave his life for peace and justice, believing that We Shall Overcome. He was God’s angel and we continue to be encouraged by his angelic presence.

Lincoln also said this: Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power. All around us in our nation we see men and women in power who have failed the test of character.

In troubled times God always sends a prophetic message while maintaining an angelic presence. Representative James Clyburn provided an angelic presence during the South Carolina democratic primary. Stacy Abrams provided an angelic presence during the recent Georgia Senatorial runoff. The vice president elect, Joe Biden, is providing an angelic presence during the lame duck days leading up to his January 20, 2021 inauguration.

If men (and women) were angels, no government would be necessary. Where are the women and men of character?

Think About It!

Posted by: morgan1965 | January 1, 2021

Some Reflections on Starting the New Year 2021

It surely is a blessing from God to be a witness to the beginning of the New Year 2021. The start of a New Year is a time of thanksgiving for God’s deliverance and a time of rejoicing as we praise Almighty God for God’s grace and mercy.

Every calendar year has a beginning and an ending. At the end of a year there is a strong desire to look back and review the year ending to make an assessment as to what the year was really like. To be sure, each year is freighted with the best of times and the worst of times. The year 2020 will be a memorable year. It was the year of the Covid-19 pandemic and the mandatory global quarantine. It was the year of economic upheaval and a racism pandemic manifested in Black Lives Matter protests. These protests were triggered by the police-involved killings of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery and Breona Taylor. On the political side of the ledger, there was the impeachment of President Donald Trump, the defeat of President Trump by Joe Biden, and the victory of Kamala Harris, an African American, as vice president. We have witnessed the rollout of the Covid-19 vaccine. But we also have experienced the deaths of more than 340,000 fellow Americans due to the Covid-19 virus.

The New Year provides an opportunity for us to be welcome recipients of God’s fresh beginnings. The introduction of the Covid-19 vaccine will provide a means of conquering the pandemic that is raging in the world. The Covid-19 vaccine gives us a shot of hope at the beginning of this new year. The election of a new president of the United states will provide new leadership and a renewed sense of decency in the oval office. In addition, we need to look for signs of God’s fresh beginnings in our families, our communities, our churches, our nation and our world.

Thomas Jefferson once said, I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past. It is okay to review 2020, but we must not dwell there and conjure up feelings of misery and sorrow. Rather, we must look to the future and seize the opportunities to dream and to do something new with joy. Consider the text from Isaiah 43:19 – I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the dessert. This text reminds us that God is always at work in God’s world, doing new things.

So, let us dream of new things as did Martin Luther King, Jr. whose birthday we will celebrate in a few weeks. King said in his I Have a Dream speech: I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. King wanted a better future for all people.

King’s ministry was informed by Jesus who was always looking ahead rather than dwelling on the past. Jesus did not dwell on the Law, rather, he brought the people grace, truth and love. In other words, Jesus provides for all people the opportunity for new life in Christ. Jesus demonstrated the Way, taught the Truth, and lived an abundant Life. His ministry was characterized by preaching, teaching and healing; and his total ministry was wrapped in prayer and it was always future oriented.

With Jesus on your mind, look toward the future that is laden with God’s fresh beginnings, and dream. Be enlightened and inspired by God’s surprises.

Think About It!

Posted by: morgan1965 | December 25, 2020

A Prayer On Christmas Day

Giving God, on this Christmas Day 2020, we give thanks and praise as we rejoice in receiving the Gift of Love, Jesus Christ. You have allowed us to witness the waning days of a very difficult and challenging year. Never before have we experienced a holiday season like this – a Covid-19 pandemic, economic upheaval, and a racism pandemic. We call on you loving God to steady our feet as we walk with you and give thanks for Jesus.

We gather around tables where there might be vacant chairs because of missing loved ones – some who have died, some who are hospitalized, and others who have chosen not to travel because of the raging pandemic. But Jesus is with us.

We pause to count our many blessings – the Gift of Love, Jesus; the gift of family and friends; the gift of life itself; the gift of newly created COVID-19 vaccines. We can stand and declare in word and song that we are yet alive. For this, we are so thankful.

In the midst of despair, disappointment, sickness, loneliness, economic distress and death, Loving God grant us courage to wrest joy from our seeming hopelessness. We will light candles of joy.

Ever faithful God, grant us the patience to continue our living, knowing that you are always on time. We light our candles this Christmas for we are thankful for all God’s goodness, mercy and love. 

God of Hope, we thank you for the many candles that yet flicker in our lives – joy, peace, hope, courage, grace, truth, wonder and love. Lord, we want to illuminate the darkness as we continue the journey into the brilliant light of a New Year. Amen

Posted by: morgan1965 | December 19, 2020

Stay Woke

Jesus called his disciples one by one and welcomed them into his three-year in-service ministerial training experience. Together with Jesus, they ministered to people who were in a variety of crises: hunger, health, death, and mental health. Jesus was concerned about his pastoral ministry on a daily basis.  Jesus, however, utilized his practical ministry as a vehicle for teaching the disciples and others about God’s Kingdom work that was required of him as the Son of God. This was a difficult lesson for them to comprehend. Discipleship requires the faithful disciple to consider the cost of discipleship which demands the commitment of one’s body, mind and soul.

The commitment of one’s self to discipleship also requires a person to be attentive to the mission and ministry at all times. On one occasion, Jesus went to the disciples and they were sleeping. Jesus inquired of Peter why they could not stay awake just one hour. He wanted them to stay awake at that time. Jesus realized, however, that their spirit was willing but their body was weak. After going away to pray for a time, Jesus came back and found the disciples still sleeping; so, he went away and prayed a third time. This was a critical time for Jesus. (See Matthew 26:40-44)

These are times that test the souls of women and men – the Covid-19 pandemic is raging; the economic upheaval is devastating families; and the racism pandemic is thriving in America. It is difficult to navigate in this tumultuous life. On the other hand, it is a good time to be in ministry with all of God’s people. In times like this, Jesus wants us to stay awake so that we can be faithful stewards of the Gospel.

The danger that confronts the church is that today’s disciples run the risk of being lulled into a sleep that neglects and negates God’s kingdom work. There is a lot of hustle and bustle in our lives. There are so many distractions. There are times when we are just plain tired, yet, there is kingdom work that needs our undivided attention.

Advent calls us to stop, look and listen. First, we can stop doing non-essential things that have little to do with the ministry and mission that Jesus calls us to engage in.  We can stop cluttering our lives with junk and make some room for Jesus. Second, we can look and see what ministry needs to be done in the name of Jesus. Do we see the poverty, injustice and pain in our midst? Third, we can hear the cries of the disinherited when we listen. Listen with open eyes, ears and heart. Advent is a spiritual wake-up call to all church folk.

The Advent season beckons us to wake up (stop, look and listen) and enter into an awareness of God’s presence in our personal lives and the world which is confronted with multiple pandemics. Jesus not only wants his disciples (you and me) to wake up, he wants us to stay woke. Paul says, “let us not fall asleep as others do, but let us keep awake and be sober” (I Thessalonians 5:5b). The challenge invitation is to pay attention to one’s spiritual life while giving attention to the world’s social issues. So, my friends, I urge you to stay woke and live as a disciple who is woke. That’s what it means to be woke.

Think About It!


Posted by: morgan1965 | December 19, 2020

If Babies Could Vote

The Constitution of the United States Of America says that “the right of citizens of the United States, who are eighteen years of age or older, to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of age (Amendment 26). On Tuesday, November 3, 2020 American citizens who are registered to vote will go to the election poles and complete the 2020 presidential election cycle. Early voting has enabled tens of millions of people to vote prior to election day.

The main ballot issue is the presidential election. There will be state and local issues on different ballots across the nation. There are some folk, however, who have postulated their belief about what is really on the ballot. One conclusion is that the death of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg puts Roe v. Wade on the ballot, the case that established a national right to abortion. Another point of view is that the Affordable Care Act is on the ballot. This act is commonly referred to as Obama Care, and it currently provides affordable health insurance for more than twenty million citizens.

There are a variety of opinions about what issues the nation might face, depending on who is elected to the office of president of the United states. Some people say that police reform is on the ballot. There is a push to curb violence by law enforcement. Yet another ballot issue is the Covid-19 pandemic. How and when will the nation gain control over the virus? How will we overcome the economic fallout from the pandemic?

The two major campaigns have differing points of view about what is on the ballot and why their candidate should be elected.  The Democratic campaign says that “this is our opportunity to build back better than ever.” The campaign opts to “unite for a better future.” In other words, American democracy is on the ballot.

The Republican campaign has as its theme, “Make America Great Again.” Apparently, the campaign believes that although the Republicans have controlled the White House and the Senate for four years, they still need four more years to make America great again.

Various constituencies have their own ideas about what is or should be on the ballot. Consider a few such constituencies: youth, young adults, African Americans, Hispanic Americans, women and a myriad of other groups. These groups have many valid concerns that need to be addressed on a national level. Each group has its own ideas about what should be on the ballot.

People under the age of eighteen cannot vote according to the constitution. So, this eliminates teenagers and the preteens from voting. Nevertheless, they have ideas about what should be on the ballot. But what about babies. If babies could vote, what would they put on the ballot?

Babies want to be well and happy. This is a matter of good healthcare.

Babies want to be fed when they are hungry. This is a matter of ending poverty.

Babies want to be warm when it is cold and cool when it is hot. They enjoy soothing music and a safe play area. That is an environmental issue.

Babies are encouraged and inspired by human presence – a loving mother and father, as well as other family members and friends. This is a matter of good relationships, peace and cooperation.

Babies want to learn, so they look, listen and explore. This is an educational matter.

Babies want to grow up and have an opportunity to prosper as an American citizen.

That is a matter of an equal opportunity, peace and justice.

If babies could vote, I imagine that these are some of the items that they would like to see on the ballot.

What do you want on the ballot?

Think About It!

(Originally posted on FB, 11/2/20)

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