New! Top Ten Things to Do to Make Next Year Your Worst Year Ever! Step 8: Judging Others!

New! Top Ten Things to Do to Make Next Year Your Worst Year Ever! Step 8: Judging Others!

by Jefferson Holbrook, DSC.

I know what you’re thinking: “Hey, Rev. Dr. Jefferson B. Holbrook, isn’t this the same a Blaming?” I’m glad you asked me that. Actually, Blaming is a key ingredient in making next year your Worst Year Ever! But Judging Others is where it all begins. You cannot exactly blame someone for something until you find fault with them.

quote-it-is-much-easier-to-find-fault-with-others-than-to-be-faultless-ourselves-samuel-richardson-153890And, before you think this is going to be too difficult, let me assure you– Judging Others is super easy! There is ALWAYS something wrong with other people. Dig a little deeper into the function of judging other and you will find that judging other people and situations begins with finding fault with other people for their behavior and finding fault with any situation you are in. Your job is to “look on the dark side,” instead of looking on the bright side. For those pie in the sky obnoxious optimists, there is a silver lining for every cloud. For you, every silver lining has a cloud!

A great starting point is accepting the “Us Against Them” mentality. Samuel Richardson was right when he said, “It is much easier to find fault with others than to be faultless ourselves.” But that hair, though… Am I right? This old dude was rocking the white dreads before they were cool (they’re still not cool).

If you think that Finding Faults With Others sounds like being judgmental, then you are absolutely right! Judging other people is the logical next step immediately following finding fault with them. Life isn’t fair. And because life isn’t fair, your life isn’t going exactly the way you would like most of the time. Am I right? Well, the I’m here to tell you that this is not your fault. Perhaps the world in general or other nefarious nebulous forces in the universe are arrayed against you.  Remember, it’s not Paranoia if they are really out to get you…

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Okay, we’ve all heard the well-meaning saying “There is no reward for finding fault in others.” But I beg to differ. Or, demand to differ. Or, whatever.

The point is, that there are huge upsides to finding fault with others. I would like to highlight the first and most obvious benefit. When we are busy finding fault with other people, we have no time left to work on locating and working on our own faults. This also allows us to pretend that we, in fact, have no faults at all. That’s the beauty of these Top Ten Ways to Make Next Year Your Worst Year Ever! We are blessed to live in a society where we can all pretend to be faultless. That’s right. It’s not just for narcissists anymore!

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Habeeb Akande must have been following my blog when he gave the helpful advice “Insecure people put others down to raise themselves up.” Is he actually saying the we should not be insecure and therefor not put other down? I don’t think so at all. I believe he is giving quality instruction to those of us who are insecure. According to him, all an insecure person needs to do to raise themselves up is to put others down. This is actually helpful advice. What is the best way to put someone down? Looking at them sideways when they walk into a room is a good start. This is also called “giving them the side eye,” and refers to being judgmental on the down-low. In fact, the side eye sometimes morphs into “Low-Key Judging” which is basically just regular judging except with the intention of not getting caught.

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A well-worn verse from the New Testament of the King James Version of the Bible says “Judge not, lest ye be judged.” This is good advice. It’s actually good advice for two different types of people. First, the ones who don’t want to be judged know what they need to do…not be judgy. But there’s a second group who can benefit from this wisdom. The ones who don’t mind being judged have free rein to be as judgmental as they want. This is good news for those of us who like to be judgmental. Now we can blame others all we want, without the nuisance of a pesky conscience.

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But the real question is “How do I judge others?” This is the most important question. Some people obviously are born to be judgmental…like Karen at the County Fair who gives Irma “the look” when Irma puts her pie down on the table. Karen’s thinking maybe Irma only used three eggs…look at the way the topping is sagging already. And it’s not even 80 degrees yet?! If Karen knows how to do anything, it’s how to be judgmental…and, of course, how to use the right number of eggs when baking her pie.

But what about those who are not born with the gene that gives one the super power of being judgmental. That’s where I come in. I’m here to help you help yourself with my Self-Help (Selfish-Helpless) wisdom. Apparently someone put forth that you have to know yourself first before judging others. This is helpful advice. We want to know our good points, of course, and this is where a little self-knowledge comes in. Why? So that we can look down on others and criticize them for not doing as good a job as us at those things we excel at.

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And, yes, Santa Claus is one of the most judgmental bastards in the known universe. Whoc8035a09621ae68b442c0269eb19f183 does he think he is? Telling kids that they’re not good enough to get the plastic crap that they long for so desperately. So, in addition to approximately 9,274,559,613 counts of Breaking and Entering, Santa Claus is surely going to hell for being so judgmental.

With this expert advice you should have no problem starting a habit of blaming others and being judgmental. Sure, there might be a small price to pay for this habit. It’s really small. Nothing to be too terribly worried about. Just a small thing that you probably won’t miss. By focusing on the mistakes of others, whether real or imagined you are most likely guaranteed a lifetime of unhappiness. That’s why you make it a habit! That way when you realize how mistaken you’ve been for all these years, the habit is too strong to break. But, on the plus side, in addition to making people feel unworthy and “less than,” you are well on your way to making next year your Worst Year Ever!

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University. He also holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and a Bachelor of Arts in History from Kennesaw State University as well as a Master of Arts in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix. He has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.

 

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Magnificent Interference

Magnificent Interference

This is the majesty and the mystery

What she makes me feel and

What she means to me.

This is the cathedral of creation

Azure and Argent

 

Cedar spires scratching the sky.

Banks of fog border the river

Shouldering the blame, and

The beautiful burden of the sun,

But what’s done is done.

The pain of the past is easily erased

By the space between the evergreen

Leaves spilling slants and shafts and rays

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Of light burning through incredulous clouds

Dispersing the crowds of disbelief and doubt.

Veiled threats, whispered weakness, and cursing

 

Create a serious cacophony of chaos and

Deleterious depressing dogma

I once directed at myself…

But she believes in me

And her belief bleeds through

The fabric of my reality

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The thin skin of sepulcher swaddling

Misperceptions and defense mechanisms

Defeating that which I cannot beat myself

Blessing me with love and sweetness and health.

 

Kisses from the heavens like water on my cheek

Redeem, breathing love and light on me.

Rivers overflow and spill into the well.

sunset on the beach

 

We drink deep of the waters

That dream of being a sea.

This is where the spell will last forever,

In this house of holiness and harmony,

Where I tell her how she makes me feel

LIGHT WAY HOME

 

And what she means to me…

We were wayward, wild and free

Destiny drove us down different roads

Yet we were intercepted, brought close.

Sunsets beget so much, sand-covered toddler drivin the bustoes,

 

Lion’s breath, cotton clothes, argent angel wings,

And golden beams that light our way home.

 

Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University. He also holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and a Bachelor of Arts in History from Kennesaw State University as well as a Master of Arts in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix. He has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.

 

 

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Diamond Dreams

Pressure and Timecoal hands

Squeeze the diamond

Out of us until…

POP!

Soul separates from the body

And we split Heaven wide open

Tapping the temporal keg

Cracking the celestial egg

Until angels fall.

hourglass sunsetThere is nothing stranger than

Angels spilling out and

Running all over the place–

The smell of hope and faith

Swells thick in the air,

White feathers floating everywhere.

Jesus waits to see us and

Greet us with a hug and a kiss.

When we are still lumps of coal

We dream of this.

When we cower closer to the stone

In the damp dark all alone

diamond in the dark

 

While we are waiting to be mined,

If only to be a thought in someone else’s mind,

 

We just want to be fine, not refined,

Dying to be set on fire,

 

 

All we need is a spark.

 

Still we glint in the low light of seams,

Hints of the diamonds

We are trying to be,

As the years stretch into centuries

We dream of this.

 

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University. He also holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and a Bachelor of Arts in History from Kennesaw State University as well as a Master of Arts in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix. He has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.

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33 Reasons Why You Have Found Your Soul Mate

33 Reasons Why You Have Found Your Soul Mate

  1. Your first conversation on the phone was like one long sentence. Serendipity is the name of your game. Each pause was so brief that it was barely noticeable. You could not stop sharing your interests with them or listening to them share their interests. In fact, you could not believe that this person had such similar interests as you and that they were so interesting!
  2.  When you finally went on that first date, it was epic. You seem to be moving at just the same speed. Sure, you had a great time. You got to know each other a lot better. But more than that…in the back of your mind…on some level…you just knew.
  3. Your first meal together: no matter how hungry you were, you could barely eat anything because of the swarm of butterflies in your stomach. And when you could finally share a meal together without that swarm of  butterflies, you found out something else. When you’re sharing a dessert, she always offers you the last bit of ice cream at the bottom of the bowl. The same way you will always offer her the last piece of cake, or the last cookie.
  4. You both have the same Love Language. If her Love Language is Quality Time, so is yours! If his Love Language is Acts of Service, so is yours! Or, maybe you both share the Love Languages of Physical Affection or Words of Affirmation. No matter which ones you share, you find out quickly that you are so far ahead of the game in compatibility, that other couples would be jealous if they knew.
  5. Your life goals track educationally. Either you both have finished college or you are both in college. Either you both are out of high school and have no interest in going to college, or you are both firmly established in your careers. No matter what phase you are in, you are pleased to discover that your potential life partner is in the same phase.
  6. Even if you differ in specific political views, you at least approach politics from the same direction. You both either believe in big government or small government, helping people or not helping people, and you both have the same general idea of what freedom looks like and what it means to be free. So, even if you support different parties or candidates, you tend to do so for almost the exact same reasons.
  7. You are quick to defend each other. When one of you feels like the other is being attacked or bullied or even belittled, the other is the first to come to their aid, providing support in whatever way is needed. You have each other’s backs.
  8. She’ll ask about how your day went and then waits to let you tell her all about it. She seldom interrupts and then only with conscientious questions or offers of encouragement. While this is new to you, you quickly come to realize that this is what a healthy relationship looks like. And you are only too happy to reciprocate.
  9. Your first kiss, no matter how clumsy or awkward, opens your eyes to an important fact: Not only do you not want to stop kissing her for the rest of the date…you also realize that you really don’t want to stop kissing her for the rest of your life…This thought both surprises and excites you.
  10. You love to dress up and look nice for each other. You like him in a suit and you love wearing that special dress for him when you are dining at a fine restaurant. BUT you also love him in jeans or sweats and a t-shirt. And you are so happy that he loves seeing you being comfortable in your favorite sweat shirt and no make-up.
  11. Life happens. You both get so busy with work, errands, children, cooking, cleaning, etc. etc. But you ALWAYS make time for each other.
  12. Their name comes up in conversation at least once whenever you are talking to anyone. Because they are now part of your story.
  13. Every couple has “our show” which you watch together and neither of you would ever dream of watching an episode individually and skipping ahead of the other…and THAT is love.
  14. He opens the car door for you. He holds the doors at restaurants, stores, etc. for you. When you are sitting down to eat, it does not matter if you are in a 5 star restaurant or at home with just the two of grabbing a quick bite around the kitchen table. He pulls out the chair for you. Every. Single. Time.
  15. You are a true team. Whenever an issue arises, the problem at hand is the focal point. You do not blame each other when life happens. You partner together to resolve whatever crisis presents itself.
  16. You love planning a grand adventure requiring a great deal of resources of both time and money…but you get equal enjoyment from seemingly mundane chores such as going to the grocery store…all that matters is that you are together.
  17. She steals your shirts…and looks damn good in them.
  18. You don’t complete each other. You weren’t really looking for a serious relationship when fate dropped the two of you in each other’s lives. You were complete before you met. You were adulting successfully and you were happy. But after just a few dates (or, in some cases, after the First Date!) you honestly cannot imagine your life without them.
  19. In fact, you both probably started planning a future with each other long before you admitted it to either yourself or each other…
  20. She laughs at your stupid jokes and puns. She laughs because you are so over the top cheesy and goofy. She just loves how ridiculous you are.
  21. The morning texts he sends you and the sweet texts he sends you randomly throughout the day, puts a smile on your face. Others even comment on how happy you are all the time.
  22. You have pet names and nicknames for each other that sound crazy when other people overhear you. What might sound like an insult to others is something that you have incorporated into your dialogue for some reason or another. These names are nothing more or less than terms of endearment.
  23. Hair a mess, no make-up, but there is something about the way the light touches her eyes when she is looking at you…it just kinda takes your breath away.
  24. You both had less than ideal relationships in the past. You’ve both built up walls in one form or another as a defense mechanism, a form of self-protection that was necessary at the time. You may have even given up on the whole concept of love as a thing. But none of that matters now. Now that you’re together, all the walls have come down. The intimacy and vulnerability that seemed so scary before now somehow feels safe.
  25. You are each other’s biggest cheerleader. You freely give each other encouragement to dream big dreams and achieve incredible goals. You not only bring out the best in each other naturally, you also challenge each other to go beyond your respective comfort zones and grow as individuals.
  26. You can not only finish each other’s sentences more often than not, but you have taken it to a whole ‘nother level. When others are talking to you and you are both there, you both have a tendency to respond with the same word or phrase at exactly the same time.
  27. You’re blown away that she not only likes super-hero movies, but that she can also speak intelligently on the subject of DC vs. Marvel, the Justice League vs. Avengers/ X-Men, etc. She’s also pleasantly surprised by your enjoyment of romantic-comedies.
  28. You know his strengths and defer to him when a problem requires something in his skill set. At the same time, you know your own strengths and have no problem asserting yourself when necessary.
  29. You’ve seen each other at your worst, and you are not phased at all. You’re not going anywhere. You wouldn’t dream of it. Not being together is something that you cannot even fathom.
  30. The crazy things you say, half-jokingly, are given thoughtful, if amused, consideration by the other. “Hey, that would be a fun tree to climb…!” 
  31. When you are with each other, it just feels like home. Doesn’t matter where you are. You always have that feeling of belonging when you are together.
  32. You both look up sappy romantic blogs and articles with titles like ‘Ways to Tell if You Have Found Your Soul Mate’ and send them to each other…
  33. You had certain plans for the future that did not include meeting your soulmate. Now those plans have all gone to shit. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University. He also holds a Bachelor of Arts in English and a Bachelor of Arts in History from Kennesaw State University as well as a Master of Arts in Organizational Management from the University of Phoenix. He has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.

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When I Say “I Miss You…”

When I Say “I Miss You…”

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When I say I miss you, I mean,

I miss the way I feel when we kiss.

I miss the sight of you in my eyes.

I miss the vision of you in my mind.

My fingertips miss the touch of your skin.

My mouth misses the ruby red of your lips.

Other people can keep all the dandelion seeds,

I don’t need wishes or dreams anymore…

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Let other lovers lie to each other and themselves,

hiding behind words always left  unsaid.

My ears miss our conversation full of strong gentle words:

mostly confessions, musings, and music.

I miss the steady gaze… the care, the love–

your eyes full of starlight stop my breath when you stare…

my hands miss holding the brown and black gold of your hair.

My feet are not cold:  when faced with glory or

another short chapter in the story of my life

the only sin would be in not going where God has led them.

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on their bottom line enjoy all the riches of this world.

Let those who crave fame have their flames fanned

by the applause of all the hands on the planet.

Let those who hunger for power instead of bread

slowly grow cold with the need for control…

I would rather be loving you instead.

The Beginning

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University and has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his family in the southeastern United States.

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© Copyright 2017 Jefferson Brian Holbrook and Kingdom of the Son. All rights reserved.

Jesus & Jefferson Get Some Coffee

 

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I’m driving toward my favorite coffee shop the other day. Morning traffic is crazy as usual. I’m meeting my friend for coffee before I head off to work. The funny thing is, when I try to stop for a quick cup of coffee on my way to work, I am ALWAYS late. But when I meet Him for coffee and we sit down and talk, I always make it to work on time somehow…weird. I’ll never figure Him out. And I’m beginning to suspect that is how He likes it.

A tow truck barrels through a red light and I have to slam on my brakes to avoid getting T-boned. “Jesus!” I exclaim without thinking. And, of course, there He is.
“Bam! Here I AM!” He says sounding happy. He always sounds happy. A little annoying sometimes. He loves to rhyme, too. I think He just loves words in general.styx-1
“I see what you did there.” I manage to say. He always tries to get me talk to Him like I would a friend or brother. It’s sometimes hard for me, because of who He is, but I try. And He is the One who always tells me that I don’t have to be perfect, just try my best.

“That was a close one!” He remarks as he starts pushing the buttons on my satellite radio. An old song by Styx comes on. “Hey! This can be like your new car’s theme song. You know, because you’re driving a Renegade!” Every song He finds on the radio always starts playing from the beginning, weird.s-l225
“What is that smell? Is that curry?” It’s hard to get His attention sometimes. It’s like He’s experiencing everything all at once. Some kind of angelic ADD. He’s poking the buttons on the sunroof, opening it, closing it halfway, tilting it.
“I was in India. Stopping an earthquake.”
“But why do you smell like curry?”

“Well, I was actually having dinner with some friends, and then there was this earthquake that was starting.”
“And?”
“And I kinda stopped it. I didn’t want to see the restaurant buried under rubble. The food there is so so good.”

“Well, okay. That explains the smell. But why do you have to make such a dramatic entrance?”

“I’m the Son of God. All my entrances are dramatic.”

“Well, uh. Okay, then.” I reach for my turn signal and slow down as the nation’s most famous coffee shop gets closer.44609-house-curry-vege-hot-xl

“Wait, not this one. Let’s go to the next one.”

“Are you going to tell me why?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, whatever.” I mutter as I speed back up and head for the next one. Fortunately it is only about a block away. As it gets closer, I venture to inquire. “Why don’t you ever answer my questions?”

He thinks for a moment before offering, “Now, that question I will answer.” I am silent, not wanting to ruin the moment. He drops these little truth bombs on me from time to time. “Answers can be anyone’s. Even if they are technically correct answers, they could still have originated with someone else, your teachers, your parents, etc.” He pauses then looks at me intently. His steady gaze, the compassion, the power, is absolutely unsettling. “But questions. The curiosity. The wondering. That is your own.”

“Wow.” I say as I pull into the parking space. “If you had a microphone you could actually drop…” I am interrupted by a thudding sound, and then the loud sound of feedback echoes from the speakers of my Jeep. Looking down, I see an actual cordless microphone lying on the passenger floor. “Really?” Jesus gets out of the car smiling shyly. I would almost swear He’s blushing a little, but it’s so hard to tell with his dark skin.drops-mic

I can’t find my sunglasses, so I squint at the bright sunlight as I walk toward the glass front door of the coffee shop. I’m pretty sure the microphone will be gone by the time we get back to the car, but anything is possible. That’s the thing you learn about Jesus. Absolutely anything is possible.

Once we’re inside, I start to smile. This is always the most exciting part for me. They ALWAYS get his name wrong. You think it wouldn’t be so hard, because he has like a million different names, but they are never anywhere close to getting it right.

He always orders something different. Usually always gets the special. If they forget to write the special of the day on the chalkboard menu, then he will just ask the cashier what he or she recommends. The cashier today seems disinterested. She’s attempting unsuccessfully to multi-task by texting on her cell phone that she is hiding (again, unsuccessfully) behind the register.

He gives His name as “Jehovah”…and when we pick up our drinks, the following lame attempt is scrawled on the side of the cup:

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“Okay, that’s a new one.” I remark as we find a table.

“There’s a place where they actually use something really close to that name for Me.” Suddenly there seemed to be a faraway look in His eye.

“Oh yeah?” I say, pulling out my chair. “And what place is that?”

“It’s not important. Suffice it to say, that Jake was right. There are other worlds than this one.”jake-and-roland

I don’t even bother to ask who “Jake” is or what other worlds He’s talking about, because I know He won’t tell me. The Dude likes His secrets, that’s for sure. But I do venture a repeat of an earlier question. “So, you want to tell me why we are at this location instead of the other one? This one is further away from work. I just don’t want to be late.”

“Have I ever let you be late? In case you haven’t noticed, I am in the business of giving back time that life takes away.” He smiles at this statement, like it brings Him all the joy in the world.

“Okay, so why this one?” I take a tiny sip of my coffee but it is still too hot to drink.

clock“You’ll find out in about seven minutes…. But why don’t you ask Me what you really want to ask?”

“Um, uhh…” I hesitate. It’s not just that He knows too much about my life and what I’m going through, it’s that He knows absolutely everything about my life and what I struggle with. “I…” don’t know how to put it into words. Maybe there aren’t any words for this question. Maybe there never were.

Just then I am saved by an angry outburst at the counter. “I ordered mine before they ordered theirs! I should have gotten mine first! I don’t have time for this ____.” The bespectacled overweight gentleman at the counter is gesticulating wildly with his hands. The last word in his tirade was cut off by the sound of a car horn from the nearby intersection.

I smile. This is just too good. I’ve seen Him do this before. He does it all the time. The man at the counter is demanding his morning beverage as his face is turning red with rage. As he sprinkles his exclamation with expletives, a car alarm goes off in front of the coffee shop. The beeping of the alarm is timed perfectly to censor the man’s curse words.coffee-cup-small

“I think You can stop now. He got his coffee.” I point out, as if He didn’t know.

The older man is still muttering to himself as he struggles to get the lid off of his coffee cup. “You probably didn’t put enough sugar or cream in it. You never do!” He yells out to no one in particular.

“So, your question?” He insists. That steady compassionate gaze is unraveling all my mental safeguards that I use to vainly protect my insecurities and vulnerabilities.lottery-neon

“Are you going to tell me if I’m going to win Power-ball?” I quip.

“You don’t even play the lottery. You got to be in it to win it, brother.” Again with the rhyming. He takes a healthy gulp of his coffee before continuing. “And I know you don’t want to know about the future. It’s your past you want to know about.”

crystal-ball-1My mind reaches for the words. They are still not there.

He smiles gently and forms the words for me. “All those years ago. It was not your fault. I think on some level you know this to be true, but let me put your fears to rest.”

I look out the window at the passing cars. I look at the man struggling to doctor his coffee with more sugar and cream than is healthy for anyone. I look down at the floor. Anything to distract me from the truth. The truth and that calm stare from my friend. Can I trust Him?

coffee-station“It was not your fault, or your brother’s fault, that he left you and your mother. It was not even her fault. You can stop blaming her, your brother, and especially yourself.”

I’m fighting the tears back with all my might. I don’t want to cry in the middle of this stupid coffee shop. He reaches across the table and squeezes my hand. I don’t pull my hand away.

Hot tears form tiny rivers down my face but nobody seems to notice. I have Him to thank for that. I have Him to thank for so much. “But why?” I manage to croak. My voice is unfamiliar to me.

I think He’s not going to answer this, but He surprises me. He always does. “Well, when people come together and make families, there is a certain mental, emotional, and spiritual weight to the structure. And people by themselves cannot support that structure. Not without my help. But I have to be asked, invited in. Then I can come in and hold everything up…you know, keep it going.” I blink my eyes free of tears. It makes sense to me…finally. “You were never meant to go it alone.” A wry smile turns up one corner of His mouth.1pc-cute-miniature-ceramic-handmade-coffee-spoon-font-b-sugar-b-font-honey-font-b-stirrer

Just then, the man who was raging before about not getting his coffee first reaches the door. One hand clutches his beloved drink, a newspaper tucked under that arm. His free hand extends toward the handle of the glass door, misses it completely, hitting the glass and sliding downwards. He smacks his head on the door with a low thudding sound on his way down to the ground.

A barista shrieks as the coffee shop erupts in chaos. I begin to wonder if it has been seven minutes yet.

“Someone call 911!” a stranger cries, while waiving his cell phone around in the air in front of him. “Why don’t you just call 911?” I think to myself.

The large man is lying on the ground in front of the door in a crumpled heap. Jesus is on his feet and across the room before I even notice He has moved. Others are there too, fussing over the body. Someone has grabbed the man’s wrist. “I can’t find a pulse!” He yells.

There are some tensambulancee moments when the din dies down and an awkward silence fills the shop,thick like the odor of coffee.

Jesus reaches down toward one of the man’s legs where the man’s slacks have ridden up slightly, exposing a fleshy calf. When His hand touches the man’s leg, he immediately gasps loudly half-way sitting up from the floor. The sudden spasm shocks the little crowd gathered close around him and they recoil.

Sirens can be heard in the distance, coming closer. There is another entrance to the coffee shop and we decide to use that one. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that He doesn’t like to stay around for accolades or public praise.

As we turn down the nearby highway that leads to the building where I work, an ambulance flashes past lights and sirens blaring. As the noise fades, I ask “So, when do you want to meet again?”

“As always, I am going to leave that up to you. You let me know.” The roller coaster of emotions I have experienced this morning has my nerves all jangled, but He seems fine. “Yo. Here ya go.” His hand comes up and I see that He is handing me my sunglasses.

“Where did You find these? I thought I lost them.” I ask the question before I can stop myself. Finding what is lost is kind of His thing.

“Just put them on.” He rarely utters blunt commands like that, so obey immediately.jeepset

As soon as I get the shades arranged on my face, a truck carrying sheets of glass on its side turns onto the road in front of me. The morning sun strikes the glass at just the right angle to provide a blinding flash of light that robs me of sight for at least a full second.

I don’t even have to look over toward the passenger seat to know that Jesus has left the Jeep. He’s so dramatic.

Just then, the radio clicks on and a song starts playing. “Walkin’ on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves. I roll my eyes. Jesus.end-001

 

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University and has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his boys in the southeastern United States.

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Jefferson Holbrook, DSC, received a Doctor of Science in Communications from Tudor College of Earlscroft University and has published numerous essays, articles, poems, short stories and blogs. He is also the author of two collections of poetry. He lives with his boys in the southeastern United States.

Connect!

My First Blog:      http://jbhpoetry.blogspot.com/

Twitter:                 @jbh418

Facebook:              facebook.com/jeffersonh

© Copyright 2016 Jefferson Brian Holbrook and Kingdom of the Son. All rights reserved.