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Creflo-Dollar

Creflo Dollar wants a new airplane. I must say, I don’t blame him. I blame his congregation. I got into a huge argument with an (ex) friend who attended his church. He went on and on about how no one would follow a pastor who wasn’t prosperous himself. Hmmm, I dunno, but it seems to me that the founder of Christianity was an unemployed carpenter, who as far as we know owned nothing. It’s not the man, it’s the Word, and if the Word isn’t strong enough that’s on you. I also know that the one act of violence that man is recorded having committed involved kicking moneychangers out of the Temple. I don’t know about you, but the notion of putting the words prosperity and Gospel together sounds blasphemous as all get out to me. I went to a church with a friend when I first moved to Atlanta and they had ATMs in the lobby. I was like, “Oh heck no. I’m not going in there.” It makes me wonder if any of these people have even heard of the Gospels, let alone read them.

I don’t ever want to attend a church that has 20k members. That tells me straight up that the pastor isn’t challenging the congregation. At its core Christianity is a resistance movement. 20k people aren’t going to join a resistance movement it’s too much work. A church with 20k members isn’t a church, it’s a social club. If a pastor is truly preaching the Gospel half his congregation is going to be mad at him on a regular basis. Not following his every word like lemmings off a cliff. Being a Christian should be hard, it shouldn’t be a a part of a socially accepted norm. It should push you outside the boundaries. It should push you to think. To question. Churches that do that don’t have 20k members.

Because Christianity is a resistance movement, it runs counter to human nature. Think about it for a moment, “Love your neighbor as you love yourself.” Note, no exceptions are given for race, creed, color or running the leaf blower at 7:00 a.m. You have to love him. That means if your neighbor is hungry you must feed him. If he’s sick you must nurse him. Again, no exceptions for whether your neighbor is an addict, or irresponsible or smells bad. That’s pretty radical and if this were truly a Christian nation there would be no hungry, or homeless people. If we did what Jesus actually said it would hurt like hell, which is why we don’t do it. And because Christianity is a resistance movement the notion of a “Christian nation” should be an anathema. Resistance movements by their very nature don’t build nations. Christians should be marginalized. Shunned. Because what Christians believe and practice should be so radical it scares the living hell out of people. And that is the point.

One of the most amazing services I ever attended was at the Episcopal church. It was an Easter service and yes it had all the pretty rituals with the censer and all. But at the end the priest bellowed, “Jesus said, ‘Tend my sheep.’ You’re Christians now go out there and act like it!” Then he doused us in holy water and sent us out to do our job.

See, it’s easy for people to come out against gay marriage and abortion and all these so-called “social issues.” That appeals to our baser nature, our need to look down on someone, to be better than others. “you’re going to hell,” we say with a wag of our finger. “I’m saved,” we taunt with the same smugness of an eight year old who snagged the last popsicle. There’s a song with a chorus that says, “You will know we are Christians by our love.” That’s what Christianity is all about, love. And not this soft, soap operary emotion we trot out for the commercial holidays. Love is powerful. Love is strong. Radical love that can move the world. We are known by who we love, not who we shun.

Being a Christian means going outside societal norms and embracing that which is shunned. Advocating for the poor and downtrodden, eschewing material wealth and goods. Being a Christian doesn’t mean being mindless and unquestioning. We must question eveything, but most of all, we must question ourselves. Because the greatest struggle a Christian faces is within himself. And that battle is continuous and ongoing. That is why being a Christian is hard.

And this is why following the likes of Creflo Dollar is so easy. 

“If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn’t help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we’ve got to acknowledge that He commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition and then admit that we just don’t want to do it.”
― Stephen Colbert

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This Time

(Subtitle: Billy London Writes Too Damned Slow!) (Sub-Subtitle: Every Other Author I Like Writes Too Damned Slow Too, but I Can’t Complain About Them Because They’ve Had Books Out Recently)

I wait (im)patiently for my fave author to release a new book. Okay. Okay I tell myself. I’m going to pace myself. THIS TIME. I’m not going to stay up all night in some type of text based fugue. An ugly binge that leaves me with the shakes every time I put the iPad down. I won’t be sitting in the glare of the computer screen at 3:00 in the morning reading because said iPad died and I can’t find the charger. The same charger my son insists on using as a chew toy and then hides from me as part of a gas-lighting strategy only a four-year old could employ.

THIS TIME. It’ll be different. I won’t look up from the last page of a novel as the sun rises, flipping back and forth through the pages convinced there must be more. I couldn’t have read it all. Not again. THIS TIME. I won’t get up the next morning hung over and strung out, hands shaking as I raise the coffee cup to my mouth with one hand, while the other hand clutches my mouse scrolling for my next hit. Ceaselessly searching author’s walls trying to find even the slightest hint that any will be releasing a new book anytime soon. Oh, look, look there. She said she went to the grocery store! That’s it! That’s it! See, it’s a coded message. If you take the word store and strike out the S the T and the O you have RE. That’s the prefix to release. It’s going to happen. She’ll have a new book soon. And this time, THIS TIME….

My Shea Butter Blend

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In another post someone asked for my recipe for my shea butter blend, so I thought I’d share it here. In the winter time especially, I use this from head to toe, but I have crazy dry skin. In the summer I only use it on my hair. I start with raw natural shea butter. It looks like the picture, and I got mine at Walmart of all places. A pound costs about $5. Last time I was there I bought about $25 worth. Anyway, here’s the recipe:

1 cup of shea butter

1/4 cup of coconut oil (I buy it raw and unrefined at the grocery store)

1/8 cup of extra virgin olive oil (same that I cook with from the grocery store)

1/8 Jamaican Black Castor oil

Rosemary Essential oil couple drops (don’t use if you’re pregnant or have high blood pressure)

Sage Essential oil couple drops

Melt the shea butter and coconut oil together over low heat. (I don’t use the microwave because I read somewhere that it can overheat the coconut oil and release free radicals. I have no idea if it’s true or not, but it doesn’t take long to heat it the old fashioned way.) When the oils are melted remove from heat and stir in the other ingredients. Pour into a lidded container and place in the refrigerator to solidify.

If you don’t like, or don’t have essential oils, don’t worry about it. I like the rosemary for growth and the sage for itchy scalp, and they’re a lot easier to find these days, but if you don’t have it, no worries. I sometimes add other essential oils for scent. I particularly like citrusy scents, and grapefruit is my current fave, but again, you don’t have to go out your way to get it. 

That’s it. It’s awesome for my hair, but keep in mind if your hair has a finer texture (Mine is Grade A straight from the Motherland nappy) you probably only need to use a little bit, and it might be too heavy for you. My hair (and really dry menopausal skin) loves it! Let me know how it works for you.

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I severely curtail my kid’s television watching. They can watch on the weekend’s only and even then I carefully monitor their shows. Cartoon Network has always been off-limits. I don’t like the smart-alecky kids, the sarcasm and I hate all the darned commercials. Okay, so somehow Luke got Uncle Grandpa by me this weekend when I wasn’t paying attention and then I saw this character; Mr. Gus. At first I thought I was tripping that dude looks like a caricature in black green face. Then I heard him speak. Dude sounds like he just graduated from Amos and Andy University. He makes Jar Jar Binks look like Marcus Garvey. So yes, I had to show my son this crap so he could understand why it’s unacceptable.

What I don’t understand is why? In 2015 why is it that a Cartoon Network would green light such a character and furthermore why would anyone think it was funny? Why are people’s imaginations so limited that the best they can come up with is some shit from Birth of a Nation and Gone With the Wind. White folk complain all the time that black people bring up race all the time. You know what, you have NO IDEA how tired I am of having this conversation. I’m particularly tired of having this conversation with my kid. Having to filter and analyze everything you watch and read with a critical eye is absolutely exhausting. Problem is, I can’t stop bringing it up, because you won’t. I’ll be damned if you’ll destroy my child with the monstrous crime against humanity that is white supremacy.

Cowboy Beans

My mama was a very frugal cook. Can’t imagine why, six kids on a domestic’s salary. I still don’t know how she did it. One of our favorite dishes growing up was something we called Cowboy Beans. Being the frugal cook she was, my mama essentially mixed leftover spaghetti meat sauce with leftover great northern beans and man were they delicious! I make it now for my family and they love it so much. My mama’s spaghetti sauce was amazing.

1 pound of cooked ground beef with fat drained off

1 onion diced

4 or 5 cloves of garlic diced

1 large can of tomatoes

1 small can of tomato paste

2-3 tsps of worcestershire sauce

oregano

Cayenne pepper flakes

salt and pepper

1 pound of cooked great northern beans.

After browning the hamburger, brown the onions and garlic in the same pot. Add the can of tomatoes and tomato paste. Add worcestershire, oregano, cayenne salt and pepper. Simmer for 20-30 minutes. Add great northern beans, simmer for 30-45 minutes.

If you prefer, you can use a store bought spaghetti sauce with the cooked ground beef added, and, of course, canned great northern beans. Just rinse the beans well before adding them to the sauce.

This is the pound cake my mama used to make. Only she added one teaspoon of mace (the outer shell of a nutmeg), you could just use nutmeg. It adds a certain mmmmm to the cake.

Paprika

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I’m a scratch cook. For the most part, if a member of my family is eating it, it was cooked by me. Except breakfast, which is my husband’s wheelhouse, and let me tell you, that man can throw down on breakfast food. They don’t call it Whit’s B&B for nothing. I love to collect recipes and try new things. I have a basic repertoire that leans heavily on southern and Italian food with a bit of Mexican and Asian thrown in, but I like to mix it up. That’s where the app, Paprika comes in. Yeah, it’s a $20 app, and yes, it took me TWO YEARS to overcome my aversion to expensive apps. But it is so worth it. I love that I can find a recipe online, open it up in the Paprika browser and save it. No muss. No fuss. I have a ton of cookbooks I don’t even use anymore because I rely so heavily on Paprika. Yes, this $20 app is worth the price.

Been Organizing Again

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This is my entry for the January Cure over at Apartment Therapy. Remember last year I did my linen closet. There are no medicine cabinets in either bathroom in my house. The guest bath does have drawers and such, but with a little one about, I don’t like to leave medicine where he can reach it. We use the closet at the end of the hall as a combination medicine cabinet and a place for me to keep my sewing and aromatherapy supplies. It’s been a mish-mash for years, but today with some help from Dollar Store bins I finally got that bad boy organized. What do you think?

Remember my linen closet from a couple years ago? Believe or not, they haven’t destroyed it and it still looks nice.

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A Clarification

Since another author has taken it upon herself to spread lies and unfounded rumors about me, I thought it prudent to make a statement in regard to the matter.

A while back I did a blog post about the “columbusing” of IR/MC romance. An author in another genre who knows nothing about the romance community has chosen to make an unfounded attack on me for that post. This author knows nothing about the racism/white supremacy black authors have experienced for more than three decades in this genre. She knows nothing about the blatant appropriation of authors like Suzanne Brockmann who take credit for a genre black women have been nurturing longer than she has been alive.
As for my comment on Gallus Mag’s blog about trans women, she also knows nothing about a conversation that ran to more 300 comments. If you read that thread you will see that this was a lengthy conversation relating to an article by a trans woman concerned about the activities of his fellow trans women. This other author’s assertion that I called a trans woman a gay boy is total bullshit as well. As for shooting a random trans woman on sight, again a load of nonsense. I was making a hyperbolic comment about a specific trans woman who gets a fetishistic kick from hanging out in women’s spaces. And my comment pertained to the fact that many women are feeling endangered by the trans notion that any man who says he is a woman is in fact a woman and should be treated accordingly.
If you want to know more about my opinion about trans women and the concerns I have about them, please don’t hesitate to read my post, Stop Taking Crazy Pills.
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