Its been awhile since last we spoke guys. The past year has easily been the most difficult one I have ever experienced. I have witnessed the slander of my professional name(and loss of employment), the ending of my marriage, declining health, and perilous financial difficulties. However, I am still here and still black. Despite these occurrences, I am profoundly grateful for them. My faith tells me that in my weakness God’s strength becomes evident. There’s something cathartic about loss. In losing so many things this year, I have come to realize what holds real value in my life. Life shouldn’t be measured by the acquisition of material things or fanciful objects that nourish our physical desires. Life is better measured by the deeds we perform in service to others. I could spend time wallowing in the depths of despair or I could move forward and embrace life. Out of the myriad of things that I have lost in the last year, I still(by the grace of God) have woken up every day and this ol’ brown skin hasn’t washed off yet! I am still here and still black. I have spent most of this year asking myself questions trying to figure out who I am/what my purpose is. There’s something about wide-scale loss that makes you ask those sorts of questions. I am an Afrikan-American man with a passion for disseminating historical information(especially regarding Afrikan people across the Diaspora). That has not changed. I have at times questioned the value of what I do and whether my efforts were futile or not. Alas, passion is passion. I can no more change my passion than a leopard changing its spots. I guess I’m writing this post with the hopes that it may help someone who is struggling with loss themselves. As I stated, after all that has occurred this year two things have not changed: 1) I am still here. My continued life and presence on this planet demand that God still has a plan for me to accomplish. This plan is ultimately for the benefit of others not myself. 2) I’m still black. I am still me. I am still who I was created to be. So friends if you find yourself lost or struggling to find calm amidst the storm be assured that joy comes in the morning. Sometimes you have to be grateful in the middle of your struggle and not just when your struggle is over! It is through our adversities that wisdom is acquired. I pray this post finds you in peace, love, and happiness.
P.S. I am unapologetically a Christian and have no problems speaking, referencing, or writing about my faith. I will not cast stones on anyone else’s beliefs or faith and ask the same courtesy in return. Thanks a bunch!