| http://youtu.be/9FQUeMV-cJw
I have tried to write about this experience... I have tried to explain how people can overcome adversity in their lives despite the needs they face on a daily basis... but I cant. I'm speechless. I will stand by the side of this young man's mother as we buryher son today... instead of my writing about this experience, Lawrence Richardson speaks for himself and his family would like to spread his words.
Watch his video. Hear his speech. Work towards peace.
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| This has been a trying week... or two.
I can say that I am truly disappointed in the actions and reactions of the many as they pass judgement
A man was shot. A young man. He was black. He was 22. He was in the inner city. He was likely wearing baggy pants. He could have had on a red shirt. Maybe he was wearing a hat. Forwards. Backwards. Sideways. Maybe it was a drug deal. Maybe it was innocent. Maybe he made fun of someone. Maybe he was with the wrong people. Maybe he was Christian. Maybe he was Buddhist. Maybe even Muslim (God forbid!).
The facts are...
He was shot. He was killed. He was human. He had a family. He was loved. He, nor anyone else, deserves to die like this.
I don't care what he was into or what music he listened to or where he was walking from or why it happened...
What I care about...
is the echo that is left behind.
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| (repost... but the message never changes!)
Long before the conception, it was foreseen that this baby was to be someone special. He was more than a precious bundle of joy and yet He remained swaddled in nothing fancier than our modern day standard of rags. He was born like the rest of us, labor pains, umbilical cord, suckling for nourishment. His birth announcement didn't play up His height and weight, no picture of His sweet cheeks and dark hair. His announcement wasn't baby blue or pastel green. His announcement was a star, high in the sky, which emphatically shone above mountains and through valleys for all to see. He was soft and pink, smelling of newborn skin. His feet were curled, His fingers may have been long, His eyes dark and His breaths strong. How many times have we said there is no greater gift than a newborn baby, breathing sweetly and cooing gently? How oft we forget the greater gift... the gift of a newborn King, The Everlasting Father, and the Prince of Peace.
©Laura May your Christmas be filled with the ultimate gifts... Everlasting Life, Everlasting Peace. Love to all,
Tude For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace. Isaiah 9:6 |
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| have cheek: will pay my cheek went shopping this morning. not sure what it bought but while activating my credit card i was leaning on the phone and my cheek hit a button then i heard 'thank you for your purchase'. what ever it is, i sure hope it is either delicious or returnable! |
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