As we forge our narrative, it is important for us to have the conversations that need to happen amongst ourselves. Whether it's about the AirBnBs, the plane tickets, the hottest places to see, and the “entertainment” that comes with it. Yet there are things that aren’t necessarily addressed by us in our close-knit spaces. Maybe we aren’t prepared for what may come of it, what breakthroughs may be the result of the guilt that may set it. I figured I take a road less traveled and talk about my own spiritual life and the struggle just to maintain my relationship with the higher power whether it's God, Allah, Buddha, or whatever you deemed an important source of grace. Let's at least start the conversation.
How many times have you closed your eyes and the voice in your head oh-so-silently, prayed that she wasn’t pregnant or worse when you noticed the condom broke? Prayed that the guys walking behind you on your way back to the Airbnb is just pure coincidence? Prayed that the dime bag you scored off a friendly local isn’t laced with something that could cause a domino effect of God knows what while you are overseas. But I beg to ask my brothers, how do you handle having a relationship with the HIGHER POWER as you move about in your travels?
I ask because it is something that I keep in the back of my head sometimes. Am I a hypocrite? Or, is it a sin at all to enjoy the many comforts the world has to offer? I know the good book says a lot is wrong, but I have seen more than my share of clergy breaking those rules in superb fashion while continuing to hop up and down on that pulpit without a care in the world. Am I still wrong? The black man’s exit from the church is widely known and is specifically the result of such blatant manipulation of the word to suit some while condemning the majority. Yet, I have maintained at least a speaking relationship with God. Taking a few minutes to connect the way I know how by just speaking and being totally honest about myself, my actions, and where I am mentally. I no longer trust the books, the preachers, or even parts of the Bible as there are constant contradictions. More than I can count, and I’m sure more than I know. So I go to the source like Dave Chappelle went to his audience over Chappelle Show being broadcast on Netflix. Skipping the proverbial middle people.
Is my approach wrong? Maybe it is. Do I feel guilty when I pray? Of course, I do because I know myself and what I am planning to do once I hop on the plane. I plan to smoke my cigars, drink my liquor, eat some great food, meet new people, enjoy the scenery, and knock down some beautiful ladies with nice asses. And even within those activities, I still pray. Why? I just feel the need to belong to something outside myself. Something better than I could ever be. Stronger than me. Smarter than me. Powerful than me. I’m jacked up like any other human being, but I have a spiritual walk with a higher power that keeps me grounded. Keep your spirit warrior aware when you aren’t so that you don’t fall into the potholes you are not meant to. And if you do? Give you the strength to get past it.
By no means is this an altar call but I speak from a place that many don’t talk about. I get it, I hide too sometimes. I’m just trying to find the balance. I figured speaking about it would at least give me a little solace because I’m getting it out. I don’t expect a fix, nor do I want anyone to attempt to fix me. I love God, I love to travel and escape. I also love women…..If the lightning strike is coming, I’ll take it.
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