Reflections of the Gospel: “becky”

 the following blog was written some while ago…the reason im posting it is because I believe I have discovered the person that it refers to in the conclusion…enjoy…

Lately Ive been presented with the choice of sleepng in or going to church/meeting with God and in every case opting with the latter has yet to leave me felling disapointed. The same oppourtunity presented itself today as my insurmountable fatigue beseached me to to sleep a lil more and neglect my ministry oppourtunity. Recalling my prior expierence with this situation as well as my desire to honor my verbal commitment to the youth pastor, it really wasnt a decision to make. I always enjoy going to places (the drive) but espically tose trips that allow me to use the OK-74 highway. Its just so beautiful! With the warm setting sun and lush green meadows, random 4 way stops with gas stations where the other two ways have to stop but you are allowed to keep going. the feeling of 75mph on such a road with the window down and the wind surging passivelyat your face, sweeping over the broad, yet fitting lenses of my aviator sunglasses. great stuff. Its also always fun because there are little towns that you drive through marked by the quickly decreasing speed limit. This particular time the first town I would “pass through” would be the town where i would be ministering at. Crescent. When I was traveling in Derail (the praise and worship band i used to be in), we played there at a commuity center and it seems as if everyone remembered me from that time. One thing I didnt realize was how big skateboarding was there! So when I brought my longboard out it was a hit, due to its length and smooth ride. I feel like it helped me break the ice in a way. Most kids didn’t know that i was going to be the speaker, I was just a dude with a long skateboard. I liked that alot. One of the things I remember from my last visit was that they’re wernt any black people at all, so it was great to see 2 at the event. Making my way over to talk to them I felt myself at odds pondering how i owuld be welcomed by them, because im not a typical…well I dont dress/look like alot of black people, and this puts me at odds with them, I feel. As if they are expressing contempt for me breaking some unwritten code of conduct/dress by my expression of my creativity/ personality. Anyway upon meeting them I quickly found a commonality in the anticipation for the new season as shelby and adriene were sr. running and full backs for the highschool. That round of ammo proved somewhat effective, but ran out very soon so i made my timely exit and moved on. I knew that God would do the work (whatever it was) later. I had fun meeitng the students and Jenifer, the girl next girl who was feeding the goats, and listening to Walking Seven, the opening band. They looked like they were nearing the the end of their highschool journey and played really well. My set was shorter as time had dictated but the 5 songs I did with emotion that was mustered from the people that surounded the little trailor stage. this only intensified as adriene and shelby moved from afar to join the party people by the stage. It was as if i was rapping just for them. As I delivered each rhyme, we met eyes and each time they were nodding to signify that they could make out what i was saying and they were down with it. So with all the engergy it had begun with, the set ended, and i transitioned to the message. You dont have to have notes whn God takes you through a dark place oin your life and teaches you along the way. A young man, Trey I believe, whom i had talked with and gotten to know before the show (we instantly bonded because we were both black gospel rappers, i was just slightly older!!!) the whole time went up for prayer. I thought that this and meeting adriene and shelby and having those “odds” broken down with Gods truth over tracks was blessing enough, but then i met sara and her sister becky and her daughter torra love. Becky, torras mom, was old school penticostal or threw that vibe due to her long (ankle length) skirt and long hair, sans makeup/jewlery. for all the haters i say there something in that modest appearence. I thik its the unwavering adhearence to that such appearence. in talking with Becky I realized she was the person I wanted to marry. She as well as her sister and daughter reminded me of what its like to wait for Gods best. A woman of faith, modesty, purity, and an intimacy with God that focuses on knowing His heart. that knowledge expresses itself in everything she does and all that she is, making her truly beautiful. This beauty is exceptional and so extremely rare that ill know it when i see it, and there wont be any mistaking it. Ive often seen alot of these qualities in girls ive persued, thinking they were perfect for me, but all this while I was so sure and Christ was saying simply “they may be perfect, but not for you..” and “you could make it work, but ive got better” Meeting becky I realized this was true and that such a woman makes ripples of impact around those close to her like becky had done iwth her younger sister and two daughters. We stayed for over an hour talking about the things of God. She was astounded to see so many Godly concepts I had grasped at “such a young age,” and i was amazed at how her devotion to God had such an impact on me. God confirms all kinds of things and tells us what we need to hear. When it happens its almost never the same situation and likewise we are almost never the same, but it always is a blessing.

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