Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Princess Dream
This Cinderella, who is she, who dances cross my screen
Belle, Snow White, and Sleeping Beauty, a few of what I’ve seen
How do they do it, these Barbie Clones, what magic do they possess
They fully plant who they are to all who wear a dress
For when I stop and move my gaze from screen to tender face
I see the fascination that’s caught the female race
Is this good, is this right, to put such strength in seeds
That grow so fast and grow so thick might choke more righteous deeds?
Must God compete with Disney lore that never mentions Him
Are we thinking more of Him than that of “Brothers Grim”
Do we build inside each girl a warped destructive lie
That strikes the core of self respect, that suicide they try?
Few will reach the model looks, impossible for most
For God looks upon the heart, not looks, lest man should boast
Tis Satan’s surest tool to grab, enslave with fashion
And mocks the sweetness found in each girl’s “natural” attraction
Instead of inner strength, intelligence, and strong variety
We have a bunch of Barbie clones and Princess “wannabees”
So, to the wise and those not lost in advertising’s snare
I declare in soberness, a revelation rare
Don’t waste your time becoming someone other than yourself
You are a daughter of your God, heir to ALL his wealth
God is the King of Kings, you know, a being so fantastic
You are his, a Princess true, not one made out of plastic
He will show you things not seen on Hollywood’s bright screens
Give him the time you give to dolls and know what all this means:
Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. 1 Cor. 2:9
Monday, January 11, 2010
Opportunity
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tolerance
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Re-learn LOVE
Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.
Marianne Williamson
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Your Song
When a woman in a certain African tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they sing, chant, and meditate until they hear the song of the child. They recognize that every soul has its own vibration that expresses its unique flavor and purpose. When the women attune to the song, they sing it out loud. Then they return to the tribe and teach it to everyone else.
When the child is born, the community gathers and sings the child's song. Later, when the child enters any kind of education, the village gathers and chants the child's song. When the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, the people again come together and sing. At the time of marriage, the person again hears the same song.
Finally, when the soul is about to pass from this world, the family and friends gather at the person's bed, just as they did at their birth, and they sing the song as a part of "being with" him/her at the very end.
In this African tribe, there is one other occasion when it is customary for the villagers to gather and sing a person's song. If at any time during their life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing that song.
The tribe recognizes that the best correction for problematic behavior is often not punishment, but love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song being sung by your own community, whatever threat to your self that may have motivated angry, destructive, or chaotic action is diminished; your identity is reaffirmed and your self regains its cohesiveness; you remember who you are and why you do not wish to cause hurt to members of your own tribe.
A friend is someone who knows your song and sings it to you when you have forgotten it. Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly; your wholeness when you are broken; your innocence when you feel guilty; and your purpose when you are confused.
When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song; when you feel awful, it doesn't. You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions. Yet, even the strongest self requires recognition and validation to remain strong and cohesive. Our family can do what this tribe does and that is to have a community that can help you remember when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not.
In the end, you need to recognize your song and sing it as only you can. You may feel a little "out of tune" at times, but so do we all. Remember that no human is an island: at times, everyone needs help to remember his song and to sing it well. Just keep singing until we catch the tune and can sing along. Don't worry! With a little help, you'll find your way home.
