Talk is cheap!
It is our actions that eventually create the cannon of our integrity and credibility before man; our motives before God.
As a favorite motivational speaker Les Brown once said,
“The graveyard is the richest place on earth, because it is here that you will find all the hopes and dreams that were never fulfilled, the books that were never written, the songs that were never sung, the inventions that were never shared, the cures that were never discovered, all because someone was too afraid to take that first step, keep with the problem, or determined to carry our their dream.”
Ideas that were confessed!
Promises that were made!
Sweet nothings, or some things, that were used to lure a woman to bed and a man to the bank.
False hopes created by politicians when they wanted the votes won over.
Sermons by preachers!
Instructions by elders!
Business deals on paper!
All these were made in either the haste of the moment or in the calculation of time just to achieve a desired goal that was intended for the “long-term good”. But for as long as these words did not meet the reality of actions then off to the grave they crept six feet under.
Let’s talk about the great names we still celebrate. I dare mention Maya Angelou since the sting of her death is still very fresh on me. President Barack Obama issued a statement about Angelou, calling her “a brilliant writer, a fierce friend, and a truly phenomenal woman.” Angelou “had the ability to remind us that we are all God’s children; that we all have something to offer,” he wrote.(Fetched from Biography.com)
Her name lives beyond the grave because her actions met the sensitivity of her words. That somehow sweet realization. Because in some way, oil and water mixed to bring about the greatness that which not even history can help but let it transcend through generations. It is unusual in a way that is very impressive, simply phenomenal.
It is not intelligent to talk about our level of trust in God yet to fail to trust the convictions He has placed in our hearts. Take action!
It is not intelligent at all to speak so highly of the love you are willing to offer your beloved woman when obeying God is still an issue. Take action!
Matter of fact the deepest sense of lack in intelligence is making a public declaration of how you are willing to submit to your husband when submitting to God is still an issue. Take action!
If you know your worth as the legitimate child of God you’d know it is not intelligent to speak of the past as being better because now more than ever you are informed of what the future holds for you. Take action!
There is no condemnation for those in Christ Jesus (Romans 8:1) so, get me right, this is no condemnation post.
We are all a work in progress here, and we have somehow come this far because of God’s grace that continues to be sufficient for us. Just as the sun sets and at its dawn gives rise to the joy of the morning, we can be sure that we will regularly fall and rise along the shores of life, by fault or circumstance. But through the rhythms of grace we find the voice to give thanks in all circumstances.
We all desire to make sense of our dreams and convictions someday. To somehow break away from the mind and paper into a sweet reality. To actually take a last breath with the satisfaction that can allow us to blissfully walk into the grave because we are empty of that which God deposited in us. Having fulfilled our purpose in the days of breath.
But then again, if tomorrow never comes, let’s make today count by taking steps closer to our dreams and celebrating the undeniable fact as a legitimate child of God, that He still loves us the same.
And as I pay my respect to a woman I regard with deep, often rapturous love, here is ‘Still I Rise’ by Maya Angelou:
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Take action, rise again!
Cheers, Binti Cheptoo.