It’s like clockwork. I know not to call my mother Wednesday nights between 7–9pm. I know where she'll be. She will not be available. She’ll be praying with her church family at New Mt. Annie Baptist Church in Bakewell, Tennessee.
Through all the sorrow of the Sorrow Songs there breathes a hope—a faith in the ultimate justice of things. The minor cadences of despair change often to triumph and calm confidence. Sometimes it is faith in life, sometimes a faith in death, sometimes assurance of boundless justice in some fair world beyond. But whichever it is, the meaning is always clear: that sometime, somewhere, men will judge men by their souls and not by their skins.
The story of a song hardly ever travels a straight path. It winds through time until it takes a place rooted firmly in the heart of humanity. “We Shall Overcome” is no exception. It first appeared as a protest song during a 1945–1946 labor strike of African American women workers...
Today is my Pawpaw's birthday. He would have been 85. Much of who I am I attribute to him. The wisdom imparted, I carry with me all the time down the many roads that I travel. One of the things that he would always say to me was: "Son, be where you're at." Now those of you that know me, know that I love the road. I love traveling and seeing other places.
The best beloved of all things in My sight is Justice; turn not away therefrom if thou desirest Me, and neglect it not that I may confide in thee. By its aid thou shalt see with thine own eyes and not through the eyes of others, and shalt know of thine own knowledge and not through the knowledge of thy neighbor.
For me, singing is just what I do. There is nothing abnormal or anything about it that brings me any level of fear or dread. However, in my travels as a choir director and workshop facilitator across the planet and in my many visits to Bahá’í communities and churches I have found a general reticence in people when it comes to singing. That’s something that is reserved for the choir…the professional.
As of late, I have found myself in a mad search to connect. With what I have yet to determine. I imagine that it ultimately will be with myself. But what I have discovered on this journey in the meantime is that one has to listen. One has to be observant…be quiet so as to be able to hear the promptings of the Spirit. The state of search is a fascinating and even daunting world in which I have found myself alone for the most part. It requires detachment from the ways of comfort and convenience. It calls for courage and a willingness to be adventurous…
It has taken me a while to get up the nerve to put myself out there in this way. However, there is so much to say and our time on this planet is so brief that to not share ourselves is a disservice to our own spiritual development, belittles the significance of the Journey, and robs our fellow wayfarers of our contribution to the collective wisdom. So here is my humble submission to you…my family.