He can do no wrong, he is my son, stay in your lane, he replied.

He can do no wrong, he is my son, stay in your lane, he replied. 

We live in a new fangled world.

She told me what she did, what God blessed her to do. 

She, on visitations days, invited him to come to church. 

They went together, with her missions buddy. 

We would knock on doors, and they told us about him, my son. 

He was studying in seminary school, she said.  They asked us to invite him. 

We talked with him, and he came to he church. 

He has to drive by my house each time he goes to church.  He lives by the 231 junction. 

They all have to drive by my house to go to church, but they never stop by, not even just to say hi, or good morning. 

They all have to drive by my house.  She said she hasn’t seen him in about two years. 

She said, the next time I get to go out is for my Doctor’s appointment in January.  I have not been to the church. 

It is too much work to get loaded into and out of a car. 

They life me, they life my legs. 

I have no bone in the bottom part of my spine. 

She described how she loves her son, the one whom can do no wrong.  She still does not understand why the church does not have air assist door openers, or no more food pantry, she said. 

She misses Robinwood.  She wants to see Wayne and Yvonne’s new place, the Family Restaurant. 

What makes a good man(men) be trampled?  A good name ruined.  I entered and was told, “Now we know where the money goes …….. we did not know where it was going when he was here”.  A disgrace and shame from an elder.  I knew where the money was going.  I knew when I saw the hungry being fed.  The clothes-less being provided outfits.  The homes for the homeless.  And the money being given to people.  Lawyers were paid to protect Our Children. 

The temple was vacant.  The glory gone, confusion entered and took abode.  No choir, but a semblance and remnant thereof. 

So too at Robinwood.  They stole over $65.000.00 of equipment.  But I remembered, I remembered the owners saying they started with nothing and built the business. 

I saw the Nursing homes, the Robinwoods.  They had cars galore.  The one day of the year, where parents and brothers and sisters are revived again.  The one time they are people and loved ones again. The one time they are visited. 

She told me the story.  Your mom does not want to go with me, he insisted on calling her to ask.  Will you go with me daughter.  To the center, dress up and eat thanksgiving there, me and my friend.  She said yes, and cried.  That is the last Thanksgiving Day she remembers.  This is the first year without him, she said.  This too is my first second year without him, but it feels like first because of unfinished death and cemetery business.

This is our new tradition.  The new tradition is once our old can no longer fend, place them in a home, place and forget.  If they cannot get to church, so what.

No Church protective services.  They elderly abused in their own homes, if they get that luxury, and they churches do nothing; but drive by the house every time they need to go to church, she said. 

The elderly die from abuse at the center.  Abuse and neglect.  Building filled with bed bugs, pee, and poor food. 

The scandal, good people called bad.  The scandal, pillars of the church forgotten. 

The new age is to curse your parents and elders out.  That is the new thing.  If you get that opportunity, then you are blessed.  If they can not drive, they are to be forgotten. 

God is good.  My prayer is to be able to do something.  God is good. 

The Temple is empty, but it has iron clad doors, and new floors and new ac, but the $50,000.00 piano sits idle on the side.   The multi-purpose room, over $300,000 but, it does not look like a church, no worship.  It has the cameras.  It has the TV’s, but nobody is there to worship.  The chief complain, “I am going to say something ……….. if you come late to church”.  But, no glory and prayer at 7:30 AM.  A pastor that never dresses up, looks ragged every Sunday.  Put on a shirt and tie every once in a while.  I remember he talked bad about me, he hated me, but now, in my cripple capacity, walk better than him.  He had a stroke/heart attack here in the church, they said. 

She said, I do not know, I guess it is all about missions.  Maybe that is why they cannot come.  It I is a new day.  I know he likes to go on missions.  Hum?  Small town pastor to become big time glory. 

The photos on missions, hum, make me think.  They are of lavish hotel rooms and living quarter abroad.  I did not see the huts and shacks and sleeping on hay.  That is the new form of missions for a week or two.  Paid vacations?  Why?  When you come home you cannot talk to your mother.  Why?  The temple is empty. 

All she wanted was a cup of soup.  So I went to the Family Restaurant, and paid to have a cup of soup delivered to her.  She said, “I do want to see the new place”, 

I wonder if “your son” will go visit her.  I called him while in her home.  Then he responded, “she is not my mother, my mother is Charlene.  Stay in your lane.  Mind your business.  I thought he would respond; yeah, I really need to see her, and see her soon, thanks.  Nope.  Stay in your lane, you don’t know me.  “My son can do no wrong, “she said. 

Paid pastors, paid and hired due to like beliefs.  Tell us what we want to here.  Hum.  He wasn’t paid. God bless and the people brought offerings. 

I hope yall got to visit your loved ones this holiday season.  God Bless.

Disrespect fuels our society.  My daughter was, WHERE DO YOU GET THAT FROM?  Respect your elders and older brother.  She, my daughter, had no clue.  So too do the CHURCH TITANS.  No clue.  We were taught to respect our elders, that included elder family members, brothers and sisters.  I recanted to my daughter my experiences.  The heartache of making fun of an old man, cripple, blind, and maimed, and mean as heck.  And, never being able to undo that, because, the next time I saw him was in a casket.  The stories from cousins home were forced to smoke weed and drink by their own grandma.  Visiting the mean grandpa in Connecticut.  Hiding under the bed when Grandma had to care for us, while the drug fest was in our home.  Hephzibah, Universal, Robinwood, etc.  The new tradition.  Stay in your lane,  Say nothing, Mind your business.  She is not my mother. 

Happy Thanksgiving Blues

Facebook Blues

It happens every holiday.

Facebook shows memories of years before. 

And, for thanksgiving, it showed the picture of when we took grandpa out to eat (my dad),

It was a heart ache. 

Just hoping and praying for everyone of yall that experienced a loss during the holidays and holidays are forever changed. 

It was a good picture.  It was a happy picture.  

Storehouse versus Faithful Stewart and Shepherd

There lies the con-artist

The person on the corner, the person begging for money. 

My daughter said, “Mom just screams at them ……. She tells them to go get a job”.

Not harsh, but to be considered.  She works in a homeless shelter.  Desensitize to the need one would say. But she helps them at the shelter, goes above and beyond at times. 

So, the conversation was, “I will not give them money”.  One guy in Zebulon, gets into his Mercedes after begging. 

I will not give them money.  One time on Trawick, "I almost went back," he said.   

Then, there is the 76 year old, whom has been begging for 5 to six years.  [perhaps he was denied disability and is going through the years of appeal and that process, do not know, but did you sit and talk with that person before condemning them, did you ask instead of presume.]

That immediately comes to my mind is this, my years working with the homeless.  Sometimes, homelessness is defined by the failure to complete an application, because you did not know how. 

Sometimes, homelessness is the failure to attend an appeal, because, someone just did not understand what was happening. Sometimes homelessness is the failure to keep go records to show a worker lied.

I have helped many.  She has helped many.  Many have made it off the streets.  Not so with the con artist on the corner at times though.  Many   are there by choice. 

So, the gist of this post is this.  Been fighting with these Food Stamps people.  Been actually visiting food pantries as a result.  So, the end result is many may say, dude, he has a good car, cellular, what the heck is he doing here.  That is a lack of knowledge. I am thankful to Pleasant Grove of Wendell, Wendell Methodist, Knightdale Community Helpers, Urban Ministries, Catholic Charities, With Love for Jesus, etc.  

And then comes the, I will not give him a dollar, on the corner.  The ones that really need may be at the food pantry and the shelter.  The higher probability of a con-artist is the corner dude, or woman with kids as one described, “I almost went back”. 

They deliberated, they said, I offered food, and he turned me down.  Perhaps, the focus is the wrong population.  Perhaps, you need to help the veteran in the homeless shelter get his medicine and appeal going.  Perhaps, you need to help that disabled person not receiving a disability check because he was wrongfully denied.  Do not look for the mote in the other person's eye.    

Malachi, from the Bible. Chapter 3; 8Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings.9Ye are cursed with a curse: for ye have robbed me, even this whole nation. 10Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the LORD of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it. 11And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes, and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground; neither shall your vine cast her fruit before the time in the field, saith the LORD of hosts. 12And all nations shall call you blessed: for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith the LORD of hosts.



Perhaps, if every church has the “storehouse” had the mandate live.  You do not find this here in NC.  Churches with storehouse, homes for the homeless, center and programs for the drug addicts, mental health, counselors and elders.

I say this because instead of referring someone to social services or a shelter, etc, why not help the person.  Ask, can I just look your “paperwork over” and act as a “next friend”.  Help the person get what they need.  I speak from experience.  So, perhaps have those elderly answer prayer and counseling lines, from your church, not referring them out some where else.



If you can help someone, just do it, do not ask them to Go over there.  I have seen in NC where social services has gone a “muck”; where shelters penalize workers there for helping them.



If you measure help by refusing to give that corner con-artist a dollar and left it at that, then, perhaps you are in the wrong.



Sometimes I laugh and wonder when I attend different functions.  Like, supposing, you go on "missions" trips because, perhaps, it is a vacation on somebody else's dime, not just "helping others".  Because, if someone here asks you for help, and you cannot help, then, I do not know.  Hum. 



I sat in a gathering and people where explaining "why they do not help" but no one described actual helping like going to the shelter, install a handicapped button at a place, building a ramp to one step, turning on a TV or having a wheelchair life van, etc.  Hum. 

. I wonder how God is feeling up there when he sees our mess.

The Great Theologians

I remember attending Liberty University online, and being shocked.  Shocked at the narrow-mindness of the professors in this need era. I STOPPED MY LIFETIME DREAM OF A PHD IN THEOLOGY BECAUSE OF RACISM BY CHRISTIAN ELITES.  

The great people.  The theologians.  The Pharisees, the Sadducees, etc.  That was in Jesus' time. 

So the focus is History, but the application is for today. 

She said, “You know what keeps me up at night ………… you know why I cannot sleep ……… it is because of you guys  …….. I am not even dead and you are fighting”.  This is what my mom said. 

Since the death of her sisters, she embarked on a quest to amend the relations with her siblings.  She is now calling her sisters and brothers and those in Puerto Rico.  She schedules surprise dinners and things of that nature.  She makes amends. She is angry because of her children, that includes me.

Elijah came to see me.  He was a Muslim with a mission.  He is of those terms “with the heart of God”.  Most would say of the wrong religion. 

Then, you have the Methodist up the block.  They provide the best food pantry in the area.  They have a monthly dinner for the community.  You have Wendell Baptist, the great ramp makers and house builders.  You have the Catholics, as in Catholic Charities with their food program.  You have With Love from Jesus doing the same.  The best one around is community helpers thus far. 

Different religions, and, in the midst people with the Love of God and a Heart of God.  But, there is the fighting.  I am Baptist, I am Methodist, I am Muslim.  Sounds like to me what was happening in the Jesus times, The Pharisees, The Sadducees, etc. 

She lives a hop and a skip from Hephzibah Baptist.  She said, “you keep on doing what you are doing  ……… it is the right thing to do  ….. [asking for a handicapped button to the entrance of the church]”.  I saw one service on tv, she said.  I do not know how to work the thing.  Meanwhile, she is yards from the church and no once can go over there on Sunday and get the TV to work to see the services. 

The fight opened the opportunity to see.  Fighting over the denied food stamps, again, in error.  Then, I looked into the community. I found who was helping in the community [while most churches would just refer you to social services].

Her sadness was profound when she was informed there is no more food pantry at HBC.  She had tried.  She tried to “feed them in the past” and “no one showed up”.  She was deeply sad. 

So we went one recent Sunday morning, and no program there given.  In the History of HBC, Mary Lou White always had a program to give you once you entered.  The elderly do not have or want to be on an email list.  They want a program.  And, supposing I am a visitor, what makes you think I want to give you my email address. 

I remember visiting churches and when I had nothing to do, would turn to the program tossed on the desk.  I would them follow up and visit or attend an activity.  But, that is not even possible for visitors of the elderly.  She was sad beyond belief. 

We talked about the glory NY days.  The four pews in front of the church dedicated to the mothers and the elderly of the church.  Not here in NC. 

The young had mentors and the elders to talk with.  Not here in NC.

So, she cannot come to church, why not then have her answer an HBC prayer and counseling line. 

She has not been to church for a year and a half.  I asked why.  Why?  It was the Sharlita Wilkins answer. 

The years before coming to NC, I purchased a van, with a hydraulic lift, for Sharlita Wilkins.  Sharlita could transfer from a wheelchair to a car seat, but it was hard.  Hard because she was not stable. 

So, one day she fell.  Not too bad.  But, that is when I decided to get a wheelchair van.  It was for her.  I took her places.  We went all over. 

Imagine, an elderly person, with a bad back, lifting another elderly person, with brittle bone syndrome.  Imagine all the liability for all involved.  

She said, “it is just hard work”.  I got people to take me to church.  I got several offers.  All this she said.  But, she said, “they do not understand …… it is hard work being lifted  …….. on leg in the car …. And then the next ….. “ .  She echoed what I knew Sharlita faced and felt. The van made the difference then. 

I asked her, what about if the church had a van that would allow you to stay in your wheelchair.  She, in an excited and jubilant manner said, “That would be great”.  I would go.  We also talked about getting a scooter, since she is so close to the church and Robinwood, and McDonald, she can scooter to church.  She lite up like a Christmas tree. 

So, the young people, church members, society overall, repeat the same errors, because the elderly are not there to counsel them.  Once they cannot get to church on their own, it is over and done. 

You never get to see the glory, if you do not start to help.  The glory is the special times and being in His will.  It is getting them to church. 

One of the places the church absolutely needs to be is the nursing homes, etc.  You know it is just a question of time for them to cross that bridge.  But, the least presences of the church is there at; and even more horrific is the lack of vans in churches with wheelchair equipment [this and the prisons, hum]. 

Way back when, it was hard to come across a van with a wheel chair lift.  Now, you can find them at just about any state auction.  Before, the cost of handicapped modifications was off the wall and not financially reachable.  Now you can modify just about anything. 

He said, “I will donate the lift I have” to that church for Mary Lou.  They just have to guarantee they will use it for her and not for private gain.  My stepdad was a van driver for the disabled.  That is what he did and he has a lift from one of those vans. 

The application in all this is we just do not talk to each other and call ourselves all children of God.  My family does the same and is engaged in a feud.  Jesus, he did just about everything in the field and not in the churches.  The reason being is the churches refused to go out and help.  We have the same scenario. 

We talked about Elevation Baptist church and the ministry they had.  I told her in 2001, I would go there and see all the vans on Sunday wheeling in the elderly and the disabled.  She said, “I wish I could have been there  …… it sounds glorious and a blessing.”

She said, I have been in Wendell all my life. I worked at First Citizens and retired.  I was the church secretary at HBC.  But, I never visited Wendell Baptist.  We talked about the one step to the elevator, she said “Goosh”. 

Churches, outcasts, that help, while others do not.  Most do not help or talk to each other, but, we are all called of God. 

So my mom takes her pills to sleep because of us.  We keep fighting and not talking to each other.  I wonder how God is feeling up there when he sees our mess. 

She almost was charged with a Felony

Well, just a word on Applications on Smart Phones an Using them Safely for the Teens

A family member was almost charged with a felony. 

It is interesting, President Trump makes posts, threats, statements, allegations. 

Others forward the post, tweets, etc. 

Suppose, you forward a tweet or a post, would you think law enforcement would show up at your doorstep.  

Along that line of thinking, you have Facebook and Snapchat and Instragram.  Supposing, one of your friends, bullies someone, make cyber threats, films and post themselves in criminal acts.  Would you think, if you forward one of those post, you could be charged with a felony. 

The possibility is real and is faced by our teens in North Carolina.  We are talking about activities in the cyber world from, after school, on that Smartphone. 

So, parents need to know, not just how to “take the phone away” but also add some security or consequences when rules are broken. 

Norton App Lock is something I used to lock up those pesky apps.  You want them to be able to call you, on that smartphone, but you do  not want them to use the internet; or, “No SNAP CHAT for you”.  Or, “no playstore access for you”. 

Norton Appl Lock is what I found to help.  It turns on when the phone turns on.  Loads first, and does not allow itself to be uninstalled or by passed.  I tried other “App locks”, but, some did not work so well.  They would take time to lock the apps if you restarted the phone.  The time in between, those few seconds, was the open door to allow a teen to shut off the app. 

So, at times, Snap chat was locked, Chrome Browser and Samsung Internet Blocked, Phone Settings Blocked, Instagram Blocked, etc.  That all depended on the seriousness of the violation or broken rules or broken trust. 

When properly installed, apps are stopped, and usage denied.  But you know teens will just keep working on “undoing” restrictions, so, you continuously need to “check the phone”. 

Again, we live in a world where kids can reach 200 other kids with one click.  A world where you can make one post and reach hundreds if not thousands.  A lot of this internet stuff is just fake.  But some is real. 

So, A friend of that person made a threat, “I am gonna shoot up the school”; the family member shared the post by commenting on it.   The family member intended on getting help to stop the person.  However, the family member almost was charged with a felony for sharing the post. 

Hence, coming back to Trump; imagine if every shared post or commented on post becomes “evidence” that you “partnered” to threaten N. Korea or China, etc.  Hence, the app lock came in to “call in emergency” but that is all. 

Parents and family members and loved ones and friend may want to consider “App Locking”.  One person said they use it for privacy “just incase my wife needs my phone, she cannot see my emails or anything else”  [go figure].   As a parent and as a family member, it is used to lock out those apps that may get them in trouble, or as a punishment “consequence” for just not listening.  

https://my.norton.com/Mobile/AppLock

for whatever the reason, sometimes this is just an added level of security to control access to those and by those apps.