There is a hawk on the ground on campus. There is also not a squirrel in sight. Where do you go when that which seeks to devour you is present?

Today I revisited a journal from last year. Revisitng my words allows me to revisit myself. What a long way I've come. Bless the Lord!

That part of my post was originally sent from my mobile phone. Since then I've cooked dinner for friends, ran a few errands, shot the breeze with my roommate with Manny Rivera was at bat (whatever that means) and sat down to my computer to do homework (which is being put off for blogging).

Last week was reading week. I had high hopes of blogging. I did get some rest. I managed to get a fair amount of work done. I also had an opportunity to drive into Harlem and visit the Studio Museum with some of my girlfriends from school and my niece, K. Nichole. 

I took this picture this morning before heading to church this morning. Just in case some of you forgot what I look like,lol!

I am alive and well

and sleepy and praising God and full of good information and thinking about applying to a phd program and loving the church where i serve and understanding that i am right where i am supposed to be and that i must write where it is that i am and excited about my week off from classes and overwhelmed by the amount of work i have to do and afraid to go to the library because it is like a dungeon and glad that i went to the dungeon in my building to do my laundry today and about to go into my roommates room and sip tea and stare at the television until it is time to go to bed.

My life feels like a ride in an amusement park-it is making me nauseous, but it is also spinning so fast I can't get off.

I am watching a bunch of birds take a bath, except there is no water. I wonder if they think they are clean. They look dusty to me. Silly birds!

Today I am overwhelmed with knowledge and information. So many synapsis have fired that my brain hurts. It is a good hurt.

No Promises...

So, there was a reason that I refused to make promises on this new Blog--I knew I wouldn't have the time to blog as often as I'd like. In my perfect world, I'd wake early, pray, put on a pot of tea, read the newspaper, and then blog. Gardner Taylor said that a good preacher prepares with a Bible in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Well, I've got my Bible, but waking to read the paper hasn't happened just yet. I'm barely waking in time to eat breakfast.

So, what's keeping me so busy? In addition to my classes, work at the church, my position as Chapel Steward, and being president of the Black Ministerial Caucus, I am working as the research assistant for the God-Talk with Black Thinkers class at Drew. In just two days, we will be blessed by Dr. Charles H. Long and Dr. Carolyn Jones Medine, who will be presenting a DuBoisian look at politics and civil religion. Working with my shero, Dr. N. Lynne Westfield, on the project has reminded me how much I love academia.

Lest you think I'm running away from the church, I must tell you that my work at Imani Baptist Church in East Orange has reminded me how much I love being part of church worship and growth. So, as I discern the specifics of my call to ministry, I am pretty sure that I'll have one foot in both places.

What about my art, you ask? Okay, maybe you didn't ask it. I'm asking it. What about my art? That'll be wrapped up in there too. Since sharing with you that I must create or I will die, I have designed a poster and program for the lecture series AND designed my perfect worship space. It's a funny story, actually...

Dr. Elkins, my worship professor, gave us folders in the beginning of the class. She is this magical woman who knows so much it is scary and teaches in narrative. Everything is a story. She is so amazing that you could go on a field trip with her to Walmart and find God in the cereal aisle. Anyway, back to the folder. During the second week of class, she asked us to take our folders home and draw our perfect sanctuary or worship space on the inside of the folder. I must stop and mention that this was an ungraded assignment. UNGRADED. So, being the artist (and overachiever) that I am, I proceeded to cut open a shoe box, staple it to the inside of my folder, cut images and words from Essence magazine, and create a 3D model of my perfect sanctuary, complete with an ocean for baptistism, a communion table, jewels, flowers, women in the congregation, and a woman suspended gracefully in the air holding a Bible. Did I mention that this assignment was ungraded?

I don't have three feet, but I am convinced that I will end up in a place where all of my passions-art, education, and ministry-come together. Maybe it will be that worship space that I designed on the inside of my folder. I am a dreamer, you know...