<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:15:04.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night in Braziel</title><subtitle type='html'>Turning Dreams into Triumphs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-6855084424904848298</id><published>2009-09-04T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T08:54:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Our Brothers Keeper</title><content type='html'>On November 4, 2008, this country was thrust into a new age that was hailed as "Change You Can Believe In." This moment was believed to be a rebirth from the old way of governance in Washington to a bold rediscovery of 'the American dream.' However, nearly a year since the historic election of President Obama, our country is now falling in a frenzied spiral with no end in sight. Surprisingly, the blame does not rest upon the shoulders of this administration; it falls upon the inactivity of its citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elie Weisel, the famous holocaust survivor and best-selling author once said,"to remain silent and indifferent is the greatest sin of all." Writing this letter as a 23-year-old Christian African-American college graduate, I cannot help but be mortified by the collective silence of every grouping that was forementioned. In my opinion, one of the most paramount issues to ever confront this country is at our doorstep and we continue to meet this challenge with unparalleled silence while men and women misled by lies storm through town hall meetings polluting and distorting the true urgency of the contentions we face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi, as we all know, once admonished us all to, "be the change that we wish to see in the world," and through his campaign, President Obama echoed the similar sentiment that," we are the ones that we've been waiting for." Nonetheless, many of this targeted audience is so consumed with the latest celebrity gossip, sports rumors, or our own meaningless personal obsessions that we are missing the proverbial ship. While we continue to bask in the mistaken comforts of ignorance, nearly 47 million Americans are marginalized as a result of not being able to be insured(Us Census:2006). This unrepresented class of Americans are left up to fate as a result of no opportunity to obtain, let alone afford a premium health care coverage. The mostly conservative, vocal pro-life advocates tend to be very forgetful of the fact that 30,000 infants die every year as a result of the poor health care received by the mother. While people struggle to protect that fertilized pulse during conception, we must also ensure that this pulse will be able to cultivate into a vibrant individual, fully capable of receiving a slice of the American promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While change can be enacted through legislation, it usually never starts there. True revolutionary change can only be born out of the awakening of the men and women who are tired of the exploitation of those who have little opportunity to speak for themselves. As Cain asked after murdering his own brother," am I my brothers keeper?" We must reply emphatically, "Yes we are". As a Christian man living in a nation whose dollar bill boldly asserts that we are,"one nation under God," I am disappointed by those "Christians" who have forgotten their calling by Jesus to not only be the 'salt and the light' of the Earth, but to also follow Him by adhering to the two greatest commandments,"to love God, and to love others as ourselves." But oh, who are those others? Those "others" can easily be recognized as those within our social hierarchy who are forgotten by our everyday culture. These outcasts are the people who are the unspoken few who do not speak at the town halls, who are not interviewed by 'Hannity &amp;amp; Colmes,' and are not getting an adequate opportunity for health care benefits. Could you imagine President Obama or Senator Bayh traveling to the inner city of Indianapolis for a town hall? These men and women are the same people who would've been left to die on the side of the road if it weren't for the mercy of the arch rival Samaritan traveler. Where have the sentiments of caring for our brother gone? Why have we let our own selfish desires cloud our judgement of the necessity for the poor, the college graduate looking for work, the currently unemployed, or even the employed without health benefits to have access to health care? Why do we not ask ourselves, "who would Jesus cover?" We find our answer in Matthew 25:25-40;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When I was hungry, you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty, you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger, and you invited me in. I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after we ask when did we see Jesus in such compromised circumstances will he answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers on mine, you did for me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not so much a letter to the editor, but it is a challenge to the readers to not sit around any longer and let this moment of utmost significance pass us by. It is a call to ignite the God given fire within each one of us to inspire change. We cannot sit anymore as lanterns gathering the dust of fruitless futility. We cannot anymore let the deception and fictitious hyperbole of the media deter us from helping each other. We cannot anymore let ourselves become the Priest or the Levite who pass along the other side of the road while our brethren lay beaten and downtrodden. God calls us to," stand firm in the faith; be of courage; be strong," and most importantly, to "do everything with love." (1 Cor 16:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more will it take for us to wake up while Rome is burning in front of our eyes? There is no better time than the present to organize into a phalanx of truth and justice and affirm our God given responsiblity to “&lt;em&gt;fight the good fight&lt;/em&gt;”(1 Tim 6:12.)We must serve God with a zealous passion, and love our neighbors equally relentlessly. For everything that we fight for, everything we love and desire, "all the Law and the prophets," rests upon these two greatest commandments.(Matthew 22:40) As Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King prophetically realized,"the greatest sin of our time is not the few who have destroyed, but the vast majority who sat idly by." America, its time to get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-6855084424904848298?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/6855084424904848298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-am-my-brothers-keeper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/6855084424904848298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/6855084424904848298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-i-am-my-brothers-keeper.html' title='We Are Our Brothers Keeper'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-2945093771594073758</id><published>2009-05-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:53:45.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Only Hurts Worse to Fight It- By Denita Braziel</title><content type='html'>Yo, my sister is THE TRUTH!! She can't cook, but boy is she an inspiration.  Instead of writing my own blog, I challenge you all to read her blog here: &lt;a href="http://nitaceee.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-only-hurts-worse-to-fight-it.html"&gt;The Diary of a Not-So-Angry Black Woman&lt;/a&gt;. I have seen her grow so much and this blog is a microcosm of the growth she is making. I'm so proud! So read up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-2945093771594073758?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/2945093771594073758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-only-hurts-worse-to-fight-it-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2945093771594073758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2945093771594073758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-only-hurts-worse-to-fight-it-by.html' title='It Only Hurts Worse to Fight It- By Denita Braziel'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-3172431566672778127</id><published>2009-05-18T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:11:38.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day..May 18, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~lorenzon/images/albert-einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 410px;" src="http://www-personal.umich.edu/~lorenzon/images/albert-einstein.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching the Eastern Conference semi's yesterday (GO CAVS!) and this quote was mentioned by one of the broadcasters and it was a really great quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great spirits &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have always found violent opposition from mediocre minds. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form."-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/span&gt;, March 19, 1940&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This quote goes directly with what I have mentioned before about daring to be great.  I'm really starting to believe when people like Albert Einstein echoe similar thoughts.  We must truly have an untapped resource of strength that is capable of achieving the impossible! Anyway, have a BLESSED MONDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-3172431566672778127?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/3172431566672778127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-daymay-18-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/3172431566672778127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/3172431566672778127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-daymay-18-2009.html' title='Quote of the day..May 18, 2009'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-4400397125618474904</id><published>2009-05-13T10:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:53:11.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to be GREAT?</title><content type='html'>Today, at approximately 9:16 or so, I officially completed my last test in my undergraduate college career. Amidst the bittersweet feelings that I am experiencing, in many ways I am excited that I can now have the freedom to pursue and accomplish my dreams.  While in many ways, college has given me the tools that are essential to becoming a successful and competent global citizen, in other ways, it was a barrier that kept me from having the opportunities to use those instruments.  Regardless, today I read an article by Bill Simmons, a writer from &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/090513/part1"&gt;ESPN&lt;/a&gt;, in which he was talking of how LeBron James, the MVP of the 2008-09 NBA basketball season was motivated to become "great" from the example that was provided by his fiercest competitor Kobe Bryant.  As LeBron saw Kobe wake up every morning at 6:00 am, and workout for three plus hours a day, LeBron realized that he needed to rachet up his work ethic if he truly wanted to be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the best.  &lt;/span&gt;To sum it up, Simmons says this, &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can become great without the help of someone else, but you can't stay great without someone pushing you&lt;/span&gt;."  &lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/PHO/bk_AAHP113_8x10~Lebron-James-Posters.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This simple, yet profound observation is true in various ways.  When thinking of the great people, and/or movements of the past, there was always a galvanizing force that was pushing these people to achieve greatly.   The great German poet Hebbel once said, that "Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion."  In the same way, I believe that we all have within each of us, a dream, an idea, a movement that is waiting for the perfect opportunity to awaken our spirit.  In my opinion, the only thing that is holding us back is us.  My dad used to always tell me that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was my own worst enemy&lt;/span&gt;, and he couldn't be more truthful in his statement.  Nelson Mandela, one of the men responsible for ending Apartheid, or the legal segregation of Black and White in South Africa.  This man was imprisoned for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;TWENTY SEVEN YEARS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;for leading this movement against Apartheid.  Want to talk about great? Here is your man.  He said, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that  other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's notjust in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Nelson Mandela, 1994 Inauguration Speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/Nelson-Mandela-Freed-Print-C10109556.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 450px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In this game of life, what is it that motiavtes us? What is the event that produces the water that subsequently causes that seed to grow? What makes us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passionate&lt;/span&gt;? We have the God-given ability to achieve anything that we put our minds to.  To briefly quote scripture from the Bible, after Jesus causes a fig tree to wither and die, He says that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if you have faith and do not doubt, not only can you do what was done to the fig tree, buy also you can say to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and it will be done.  If you believe, you will receive whatever you ask for in prayer.&lt;/span&gt;"- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 21:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now when when the son of God tells us that we have these inate abilities, who are we to doubt such words?  As Mandela said, "Who am I to be, brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are you not to be&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;/span&gt; Your playing small does not serve the world." We must ask ourselves, who will we choose to be? How will we spend our dash? Will we spend our existence scared? Lacking the faith in ourselves and in God? Or will we decide to take chances, walk in faith, and give ourselves the chance to accomplish our wildest dreams? I don't know, but I've got some mountains to move :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-4400397125618474904?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/4400397125618474904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/dare-to-be-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/4400397125618474904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/4400397125618474904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/dare-to-be-great.html' title='Dare to be GREAT?'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-2150007114475130126</id><published>2009-05-12T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:38:09.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day/Moment...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm currently sitting in a coffee shop waiting on a "friend" that was supposed to arrive 51 minutes ago.  Oddly, while I was sitting here waiting a beautiful, beautiful song came on the radio.  I was so touched by the song I bought two muffins and didn't even care I didn't get my change back ha. Anyway, coincidentally, in my need of a friend, this song came on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LWpw3CMCEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5LWpw3CMCEg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely my favorite part of the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feels like your always commin on home&lt;br /&gt;Pockets full of nothin and you got no cash&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you turn you aint got no place to stand&lt;br /&gt;Reach out for something and they slap your hand&lt;br /&gt;Now i remember all to well&lt;br /&gt;Just how it feels to be all alone&lt;br /&gt;You feel like youd give anything&lt;br /&gt;For just a little place you can call your own&lt;br /&gt;Thats when you need someone, someone that you can call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll probably blog something more later...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a lot on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-2150007114475130126?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/2150007114475130126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-of-daymoment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2150007114475130126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2150007114475130126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/song-of-daymoment.html' title='Song of the Day/Moment...'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-5348245289259977410</id><published>2009-05-11T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:51:04.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Haaaaaaaaave It?! Can I??</title><content type='html'>So my brother thinks that my blog is too boring and that there needs to be funny posts.  Well, my brother is clearly a lot funnier than I am, and until he writes a blog on here, this video is one of the funniest videos I have ever watched. I hope you enjoy it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4D0555EtAZ4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the script to the video clip.  Can I haaaaaaaaaave it?! haha. Oh yea, Darrell is a &lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/img.tv.yahoo.com/tv/us/img/site/58/48/0000035848_20061116165350.jpg"&gt;woman&lt;/a&gt;!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;OH DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, ok.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;‘Scume ca’I talk to yo fo a minute?&lt;br /&gt;ESCUME ca’I TALK TO YOU FO A MINUTE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah, whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah, uhh, my name Darrell, its spelled like Darrell but it’s said pronounced Darrell.&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, yeah, I just wanna let you know the back of your head IS RIDICULOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, you are WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, wha—uh, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boyfriend! Where your boyfriend at? Is she getting’ you refreshments? Is he tall? Is he gettin’ you Mike n Ikes? Oh, you like Mike n Ikes? Is he hefty? Is he comin’ back? Where your boyfriend? Where you boyfriend at? Where your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh—uh I don’t, I don’t have a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you DON’T? Oh you DON’T have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok, ok, ok, dats coo, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So LISTEN, umm, I was wonderin’, can I have yo numba? Can I have yo numba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I-I-I don’t give out my number…in theaters, where I’m about to watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, oh ok, ok, dats coo, dats coo, I get it, you know.&lt;br /&gt;You-You all into ponderin’ like cinemas n make believes n celluloids.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah ok, ok, me too, me too, ok, yeah, yeah, I respect that. Yeah, keep doin’ your thing Miss Shallot. Miss Gene Shallot. Yeah, yeah that’s cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT’S YOUR NAME DELICATE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH! OHH! Umm..Yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YVONNE?&lt;br /&gt;AW DAMN! HOLD UP!&lt;br /&gt;THAT’S A FRENCH *** NAME YVONNE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my lil croissant. Lil cheese, on my croissant. YEAH, mmmm!&lt;br /&gt;So LISTEN, Ca’I have yo numba? Could I have yo numba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is my day off and I just want to watch this movie…alone. I’m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ok, ok, no I get it, I get it. I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;So I can’t have it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, no I just don’t give it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOHHHH, ok, ok, I get it, I get it.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you uhh, you bein’ all selective ‘cause you got a PONYTAIL. RIGHT? RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;You think a lotta men cant handle the REGALNESS of a UP DO, right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;You all like Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly. Grace Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no I’m not being anything because I have a ponytail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Yvonne, Yvonne, Yvonne, Yvonne, Girl. Yvonne, Yvonne. Don’t be insecure girl.&lt;br /&gt;OWN that ponytail! WORK that up do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw damn, you kinda sexy when you take my advice, girl, I like that.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I like that, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So, uh, so listen, CA’I HAVE YO NUMBA? Could I have it? Could I have it? Could I please receive the secret code that if entered telephonically it will pass me through to you which means it will be your beautiful *** numba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I have it? No come on could I have it? Can I have it? Could I have it? Can I? Can I? Can I have it? Ca’I have it? [Sniff, sniff] Can I have it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, the previews are about to start and I-I just want to ponder them…alone, so, but thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ok, ok alright, dats coo, dats coo, no, no, I get it, you know. You wanna like, you know, go through the all the intricacies of cinema. Ok. Ok. Yeah, so you, you know, keep-you keep doin’ your thing. You know, keep doin your thing. Yvonne Shallot, Yvonne Shallot. My little brie, yeah, ok bye. Alright, alright. I will miss you, though, will miss you. Alright you enjoy your day girl, alright? Take care. Alright. 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&lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-qformat:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman","serif";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanted to be big&lt;/span&gt;.  I wanted a big house, I wanted nice cars and I wanted to be famous.  The life of the celebrity on TV is the life that I think most people in the world would not mind having.  However, as a young man, I felt that that life was all that I had ever wanted, and that I could hurt and manipulate whoever I wanted to obtain these dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, as I was growing up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was an idiot&lt;/span&gt;. For most of my youth years, my thing was sports, sports, sports. I figured my way to success would be made through the athletic field.  You would think that since I had come to this conclusion I would work my tail off so that I would be in the best shape as possible in order to be the best athlete possible.  That would be fal&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdHjrK4OnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z0ULjhmjfUw/s1600-h/drooooooooock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdHjrK4OnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z0ULjhmjfUw/s320/drooooooooock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334310961852988018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se.  Actually, I felt that I was above the strains and stress of life, and lived accordingly.  I wouldn’t lift my hardest, I wouldn’t ever study my hardest, I was rude, I lied to get what I wanted, and if there was a corner that looked like it could be cut, I was holding the scissors.  Naïve is probably an understatement when it came to my view about life, I just wasn’t aware of the hard work and dedication that it took that was being displayed in front of my eyes on a daily basis.  To make matters worse, I was a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hellion&lt;/span&gt; of a child, and at many times, I was completely disrespectful and degrading to the woman who brought me into this world.  In many ways, I was living a complete and utter lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, in my eyes my mother is the most selfless woman I know, I would put her up there with the great people of history, Princess Diana, Mother Teresa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Denise Braziel&lt;/span&gt;, you can get the picture.  When we lived in Virginia, she had a pretty modest job, it was very complementary to my father who had a very nice job.  She nor my family ever had to struggle for anything, in fact, we were pretty well off in most opinions.  As a high school graduate who only had one year of formal college education she had a very respectable job, while my dad, a Wittenberg graduate, had a very well paying job. However, once the we moved is when everything I thought turned to be completely different.  I was overwhelmingly transformed by what the “real world” actually is.  The relationship of my parents deteriorated and life got pretty difficult for my family.  While most&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdNq6h44AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vcuj3CtzipI/s1600-h/drooooooooock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdNq6h44AI/AAAAAAAAAF0/vcuj3CtzipI/s320/drooooooooock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334317683304882178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; people would have quit, wallowed in self-pity and been deflated, my mother instead showed the true grit and determination that she has shown through out her entire life,  and she was able to overcome the many obstacles that she had to face to become the woman that she is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do I happen to be blessed to know the most amazing woman in the entire world, but I am doubly blessed in the way that I am able to call her my 'mom.' It is said that a “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mother's love is the fuel that enable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s a normal human being to do the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.” By looking at the actions of my own mother, it is easy to see why she is such a motivating force in my life.  This woman has been for me through thick, thin, up, down, left, right,  numerous threats, *cough, cough* rides to the police station and seemingly everything in between and I could write every word under the sun to complement this woman and it would not even scratch the surface.  This woman is a fighter, a survivor, a friend, a sister, a leader, a mentor, etc., etc., and I could not be more proud of the woman that she is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdMkonKJNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8h0aCzsY8Ko/s1600-h/drooooooooock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdMkonKJNI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8h0aCzsY8Ko/s320/drooooooooock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334316475904304338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the lessons that were given to me by a great strong and caring mom, I have been instilled with a great sense of values and wisdom that has without a doubt made me the man that I am today.  As Nancy Friday once said, “&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I stopped seeing my mother with the eyes of a child, I saw the woman who helped me give birth to myself&lt;/span&gt;.” So, here's to the all of the Mothers out there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;today is your day&lt;/span&gt;, and you deserve all the happiness in the world! To my mom, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you with all my heart&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-2179038930149343490?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/2179038930149343490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-denise-braziel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2179038930149343490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/2179038930149343490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ode-to-denise-braziel.html' title='Ode to Denise Braziel'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdHjrK4OnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Z0ULjhmjfUw/s72-c/drooooooooock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-4458469963226326279</id><published>2009-05-08T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T09:35:53.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"History" - Jay-Z</title><content type='html'>This song is called History by Jay-Z.  The video uses the story of Barack Obama to parallel the journey through history that Jay uses in his lyrics.  Here's the video, it's really well &lt;a href="http://visual-stories.blogspot.com/"&gt;done&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmCaf9O0QGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmCaf9O0QGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this video is amazing.  While I may not particularly agree that "victory is finally ours," I will agree that this video captures the sentiment felt by people around the world as we celebrated the milestone moment of a man of color being elected to arguably the most powerful position in the world.  However, the part of the song that I relate to most is where Jay-Z says, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"So much misery, like missing your last shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And fall to your knees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As the crowd screams, for the other team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I practice so hard for this moment victory don`t lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know what this means, i`m stuck in this routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whole new different day, but the same old things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All i got is dreams, but nobody else could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody else believe, nobody else but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you victory, i need you desperately" &lt;/span&gt;-Jay-Z, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This part to me is important because it really reflects a lot of the trials that I feel I am going through right now.  There are so many dreams that I have, and I know that they are within reach, but the frustration of not reaching them yet, as well as that discouragement is precisely captured in these verses.  Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the video and the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-4458469963226326279?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/4458469963226326279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/history-jay-z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/4458469963226326279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/4458469963226326279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/history-jay-z.html' title='&quot;History&quot; - Jay-Z'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-8884373678236122994</id><published>2009-05-06T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:08:20.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This will probably offend someone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUyAWGU2N6o/SJt2dQiYW4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/T60cVCtCX60/s400/Gay-Marriage-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 380px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUyAWGU2N6o/SJt2dQiYW4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/T60cVCtCX60/s400/Gay-Marriage-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was watching CNN today I was exposed to a video in which pastors in Washington D.C., that are &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/05/05/AR2009050501618.html"&gt;outraged&lt;/a&gt; about a 12 to 1 vote that would recognize same-sex marriages that are performed in other states.  To most people this might not seem like much of a story, but for me I see it quite differently.  I know that this is a subject that is very sensitive and I might offend many by my views, and I apologize in advance.  However, I can't help but parallel the struggle of those homosexual men and women who seek equal rights in marriage to the same corresponding fight for tolerance and fairness that have been taken by African-Americans and women to name a few.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many Americans are unaware of this court case, but on June 2, 1958, Virginia citizens Richard Loving and Mildred Jeter, crossed the Potomac river into the District of Columbia to get married, and returned home to Virginia. Under most circumstances, this would be a perfectly fine union of marriage, however, with Richard Loving being a white man, and Mildred Jeter being a woman of colored descent, this was an illegal union under Virginia state law. Police in an attempt to catch them sleeping with each other, stormed into their bedroom at night and charged them with a violation under a Virginia Code, which prohibited interracial couples from being married out of state and then returning to Virginia.  Also, the Lovings were charged with a violation, which were classified as "miscegenatio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quickblogcast.com/30650-29073/loving.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 330px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;n," or the mixing of racial groups; meaning in this case whites and those designated as non-whites were charged as a felony punishable by a prison sentence of between one and five years. The Lovings pleaded guilty, and were sentenced to serve o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ne year in prison, however, they had their sentences suspended under the condition that they were not to return to the state of Virginia together for 25 years. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the case reached the Supreme Court of the United States, and they ruled unanimously that they would reverse the previous decision of the Virginia Supreme Court, while stating that the previous courts decision was unconstitutional, and that it had conclusively "invalidated all state prohibition on interracial marriages." This case proved to be one of the last landmark cases of the civil rights era, as it completely destroyed the concept that people could be separated by law for the color of their skin. Further, this case proved to be essential for even more reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a common belief among many, that marriage is one of the foundations of human life, and I agree; this precedent is found in Genesis with Adam and Eve.  Furthermore, in this case, we saw that the union of two people was previously regulated and restricted by particular states.  In doing so, we saw that these laws were a direct violation of the heart of the Fourteenth Amendment, which was the deprivation of the freedoms of United States citizens' rights without the due process of law.  It is the vested right of every United States citizen to be able to choose who they would like to have a legal union with, and it is not the right of the state, nor the government to have the right to impose any type of restriction upon it.  While many Christians may be uncomfortable with the term "marriage," in my own opinion, given the precedent set in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving v. Virginia &lt;/span&gt;case,  it is &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;the right of these men and women to be able to have the freedom to pursue a union with whom they choose, and it is a violation of the Equal Protection Clause, to not be able to have this opportunity without the Due Process of law.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things get very interesting.  On one hand, as a Christian, I am told that the right of marriage is to be shared only between a man and a woman.  In Romans, the bible says that;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In the same way the men also abandoned natural relations with women and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were inflamed with lust for one another. Men committed indecent acts with other men and recived in themselves due penaly or their conversion.&lt;/span&gt;"- Romans 1:27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;However, regarding sexual immorality, the bible also says that; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deuteronomy 22:22&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;22 If a man is found sleeping with another man's wife, both the man who slept with her and the woman must die. You must purge the evil from Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 5:27-30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27"You have heard that it was said, 'Do not commit adultery. 28But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart. 29If your right eye causes you to sin, gouge it out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. 30And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to go into hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While I don't see any Courts sentencing men and women to death for infidelity, I also do not see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;many one armed men, or men and women who purposely remove their eyes due to their lusts.  How can we revoke the rights of one body of individuals due to maybe 6 or 7 verses from the millions in the bible, especially when Jesus never mentioned it.  However, Jesus DID mention that we MUST &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; judge others.  He says;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will be measured to you."&lt;/span&gt; - Matthew 7:1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;While these pastors and religious leaders spew their judgements upon these men and women, many do not understand that their own judgement in coming, nor do they condemn their fellow Church leadership that commits heterosexual adultery. In His ministry, Jesus chose NOT to condemn loners of society, the lepers, Roman soldiers, paralytics, the sickly, the blind, the mute, prostitutes, the poor, the same people we cast off on a daily basis.  To make matters worse, these same individuals who denounce and depreciate the homosexual community fail to recognize their own faults under the eyes of God. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are any one of us to judge these people?&lt;/span&gt;  Jesus even says, that we must," &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.&lt;/span&gt;"  Well, I don't know about you all, but point me the person who is without sin, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and I will call them a liar&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have someone very close to me who is in a same-sex relationship, and I know that Jesus loves her no more and no less than any one of us.  While I might not approve of it, I am no different in my own sinful nature to cast any judgement upon her.  The term sin is an archery term that refers to when an archer missed his mark.  In that case, the overseer would yell,"sin!" It is in the same way, that a sin is when we miss the mark that God calls upon each and every one of us to follow.  Her sin is no different than mine, and I firmly believe that God sees it as such.  The &lt;a href="http://www.apa.org/pi/lgbc/policy/discrimination.html"&gt;American Psychological Association&lt;/a&gt; released the following statement:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soulforce.org/images/whatthebiblesays_08_01.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I chose to place this quote in here because one of the main arguments used in the same-sex marriage argument is that there is something "wrong" with these men and women and thus, they are not fit to have the same rights and benefits of a normal heterosexual marriage.  Well, that is ridiculous, because there are millions and millions of homosexual men and women, some that we do not even know about due to biases that live productive and meaningful lives.  Regardless of religious belief, and in my belief, even more so because of our religious beliefs, we must love and accept these people as children of God, because we're ALL his children.  It is wrong and contradictory of us to judge these people when we are no different in sin.  Ok, my rant is over, like I said, if I offened anyone I apologize.  To me, it's all about equality, and if God loves us all equally, every one should be guaranteed equality if we're truly one nation, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;under God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-8884373678236122994?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/8884373678236122994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-will-probably-offend-someone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8884373678236122994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8884373678236122994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-will-probably-offend-someone.html' title='This will probably offend someone...'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zUyAWGU2N6o/SJt2dQiYW4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/T60cVCtCX60/s72-c/Gay-Marriage-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-6775631799146339914</id><published>2009-05-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:09:33.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How will you spend YOUR dash?</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if any of you have heard and/or read the poem by Linda Ellis titled "The Dash," but it is arguably one of the most provocative and influential pieces of poetry that I can remember reading.  I will list it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;               &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;The Dash Poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="title"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt; by Li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nda Ellis&lt;/strong&gt;             &lt;/center&gt;             &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I read of a man who stood to speak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              At the funeral of a friend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              He referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              From the beginning to the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; He noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And spoke of the following date with tears,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              But he said what mattered most of all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Was the dash between those years.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              For that dash represents all the time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              That she spent alive on ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And now only those who loved her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Know what that little line is worth.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              For it matters not, how much we own,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              The cars, the house, the cash,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              What matters is how we live and love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nd how we spend our dash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              So think about this long and hard;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Are there things you'd like to change?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              For you never know how much time is left&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              That can still be rearranged.&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              If we could just slow down enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              To consider what's true and real&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And always try to understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              The way other people feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And be less quick to anger&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And show appreciation more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And love the people in our lives&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Like we've never loved be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              If we treat each other with respect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              And more often wear a smile,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Remembering that this special dash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Might only last a little while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              So when your eulogy is being read&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              With your life's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ctions to rehash&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              Would you be proud of the things they say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              About how you spent your dash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;© 1996 Linda Ellis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to challenge all of us to look into our own lives and determine how we will spend our dash.  Will it be wasted on worrying on things that we can't control?  Will it be damaged by superficial fights with those closest to us? Or will it be spent and exhausted by loving and caring for those with every piece of ourselves?  It is a tough thought that many of us will eventually have to face.  As Will Smith in his movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;/span&gt; once said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live life abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;" Now I am posing the same challenge to any one who comes across this blog.  So, how do you want to be remembered? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;w do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ou want to spend your dash?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2947141646_64cfa68130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2947141646_64cfa68130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-6775631799146339914?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/6775631799146339914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-will-you-spend-your-dash.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/6775631799146339914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/6775631799146339914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-will-you-spend-your-dash.html' title='How will you spend YOUR dash?'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3064/2947141646_64cfa68130_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-7879277274137121106</id><published>2009-05-03T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:53:37.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible is Nothing?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how many are you are familiar with the Adidas apparel brand, but they have ran an ad campaign that I would argue is one of the best I have ever seen. These ads all correllate with the theme that, "Impossible is Nothing." The ad below, will give you an idea of what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cv9zTzlNu-k&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cv9zTzlNu-k&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some people listen to themselves rather than listening to what others say. These people don'tcome along very often, but when they do, they remind us, that once you set out on a path, even though critics doubt you, it's ok to believe, that there is no can't, won't or impossible. They remind us, that it's OK to believe, impossible...is nothing"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further this sentiment there is also an ad campaign that furthers the ideals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It’s an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. &lt;strong&gt;Impossible is nothing&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing this blog, I hope to echoe these same sentiments that in essence, the concept of impossible is nothing. Well let me rephrase, impossible is something only in the way that it can capitalize on our weaknesses and subsequently limit each and every one of us. As I've mentioned before, the great concept of those not recognizing the "impossibility" of their undertakings were actually the ones able to accomplish the most! Thomas Edison, the inventor of the phonograph and the long-lasting efficient lightbulb, once said that, "If we did all the things we are capable of doing &lt;em&gt;we would truly astound ourselves&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edison was a man who was probably more familiar with his failures than he was with his succeses. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060901115953AAM38Uo"&gt;Asker&lt;/a&gt;, the story goes...."After struggling to develop a viable electric light-bulb for months and months, Thomas Edison was interviewed by a young reporter who boldly asked Mr. Edison if he felt like a failure and if he thought he should just give up by now. Perplexed, Edison replied, "Young man, why would I feel like a failure? And why would I ever give up? I now know definitively over 9,000 ways that an electric light bulb will not work. Success is almost in my grasp." And shortly after that, and over 10,000 attempts, Edison invented the light bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/03/11/business/11edison.1.600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" alt="" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2007/03/11/business/11edison.1.600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In looking at the record of Edison, is there any reason to doubt the validity of such words? In taking his words one step further, how many more monumental events are we capable of undertaking if we cease to limit ourselves? As I've mentioned, too many times we ask ourselves, there are just way too many things for us to do, 'I'm only one person,' or 'I'll do it later.' Aren't these all examples of limiting our power within us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dick and &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/oly/news/story?id=2631338"&gt;Rick Hoyt&lt;/a&gt; are an example of taking the word impossible and throwing it in a trash can. The father and son dynamo have competed together in over 1,000 marathons and triathlons over 27 years, and 5 Hawaii Ironman Triathlon World Championships. Oh yea, Rick Hoyt has cerebral palsy and cannot talk or walk. However, this man graduated from public high school and went on to Boston College, where he earned a degree in special education. Do you think the Hoyt family has any concept of the word impossible? I don't. Here's clip of the duo competing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDnrLv6z-mM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, to see the capabilties of human achievement can really be refreshing. Maybe the world isn't so crazy after all right? Maybe we are all truly capable of stretching our achievements to places were never thought were imaginable? Maybe there are opportunities out there that are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's reassuring to know that we are more than capable of achieving success when others would call it 'impossible.'  We care more than capable of achievement in fields many could not even dream.  The are opportunites out there to find something truly exciting, thrilling, rousing and valuable for ourselves. Finding this challenge out however,can be a potential challenge all in itself. And you better believe that there is something out there that is meant to move us. But is that reason enough to not even try? I can't stress on this attitude enough, that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are the ones that we've been waiting for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;this is our movement!&lt;/strong&gt; We just have to decide if we're gonna be defined by "small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given than to explore the power they have to change it." We have to understand that it's OK to believe ,it's OK to fight for change, it's OK to regonize that fire that is burning within each and every one of our souls.  It's OK to stand up and say&lt;em&gt;, impossible is nothing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-7879277274137121106?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/7879277274137121106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-sure-how-many-are-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/7879277274137121106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/7879277274137121106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-not-sure-how-many-are-you-are.html' title='Impossible is Nothing?!'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-905032663095921847</id><published>2009-05-01T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:02:08.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this morning I woke up at 6:12 am and for some reason I just couldn't fall back to sleep.  After watching re-run after re-run of Sports Center I decided that I should just go for a morning jog to get myself out of bed.  Usually when I run I listen to music that is really fast beat to get me motivated to keep going.  However, this morning I was so captivated by nature that the uptempo songs were just boring.  A song that came on that my brother Desmond suggested to me is a song called "All Fall Down" by OneRepublic.  If you haven't heard it, please take a minute to listen it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygoLat5y_4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygoLat5y_4Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, the lyrics to this song were particularly moving to me this morning.  My favorite parts are these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah God love your soul and your aching bones&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, take a step, maybe down below&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's the same&lt;br /&gt;My fingers to my toes&lt;br /&gt;We just can't get a ride&lt;br /&gt;But we're on the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If ever your world starts crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your world starts crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Whenever your world starts crashing down&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost till you're found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swim till you drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know that we all fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love till you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Strong till you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Know that we all fall down&lt;/span&gt;- OneRepublic, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All Fall Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;While there are clear religious overtones that can be associated with this song, the message that was most prevalent to me is how much we limit ourselves in our daily lives.  While I wouldn't advocate to "love until you hate," I would absolutely champion the ideas of loving until there is nothing left to give.  In dissecting the rest of the song, I love how it advocates the unconditional pushing of our limits until we are in a sense, spent of all of our resources.  It is when we have nothing left, that according to the song we are essentially found. I think the song is also saying that we all fail, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we all fall down&lt;/span&gt;, but that shouldn't restrict us from giving everything that can possibly give towards attaining something.  I could go on and on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but I got to go to class&lt;/span&gt;! I love this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-905032663095921847?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/905032663095921847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-morning-i-woke-up-at-612-am-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/905032663095921847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/905032663095921847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-morning-i-woke-up-at-612-am-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-2101216544602836121</id><published>2009-04-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T13:50:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fear of embarrassing this person, I want to tell a little story of a woman named "Debbie." Debbie is a woman who has had about every sort of issue growing up that could possibly arise. Through the course of her life, she has been the victim of emotional abuse, physical abuse and verbal abuse. But to contrast this, Debbie is one of the most beautiful women, both inside and out that I have ever met. However, as a result of her past, instead of seeing herself as a woman who has overcome these obstacles and is truly someone deserving of being considered "beautiful," she struggles to grasp the fact that she has such a tremendous value of self-worth. Unfortunately, Debbie's story is not unlike the stories of hundreds of thousands of women and men worldwide. I myself, given my football background continue to struggle with the very same battle of attempting to determine my own self-worth within a world that in many ways is a very condemning and belittling society where our weaknesses and shortcoming can potentially be exposed, either directly through a comment or indirectly through visual displays. As a result, our own perceptions of true beauty in my opinion are severely skewed, as beauty is now determined by the size of one's waist line, the value of a pair of jeans, or the new 'bob' hair style. Through these misconceptions of our body image, we effectively lose ourselves to the standards that the world places upon us, instead of measuring ourselves based upon the yardstick of the one who made us. This sentiment is outlined in the very first chapter of the Bible in Genesis 1:27 which reads;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"God created man in his own image,in the image of God he created him,male and female he created them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; -Genesis 1:27 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse clearly states that male and female were both equally created in God's own image, and seeing God through the beauty of his creation, He did not create us to be ugly depictions of Himself.  Even more important of a question that we ask ourselves, is why are we so concerned with our outward appearances in the first place?  Do we really think that God cares about our outward appearances?  For example, throughout history there have been examples that show that the concept of beauty is a diverse and ever varying concept that will be changing as long as the sun is in the sky.  In ancient China, the "lotus foot" was the fad of the times, as women were often forced to break and eventually bind their feet into little 4-inch appendages all for the sake of beauty.  During the Elizabethan era, women with a high forehead were deemed attractive, as women would shave and continously pluck their frontal hairs to achieve the image. Robin Henig in her book, The Price of Perfection assesses how these women also applied a very dangerous lead based make up that "caused peripheral neuropathy, gout, anemia, chronic renal failure, and disfiguring scarring," which would eventually require the users to apply even more makeup. The situation was so severe, that Queen Elizabeth I, acquired such a misshapen appearance that she banished all mirrors from her castle because she had acquired an almost "clown-like" appearance. The common moniker of "pain is beauty" is clearly seen here, and also through the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;millions of men and women who struggle with eating disorders around the world to maintain the figures of the models that are captured in nearly every form of advertisement and entertainment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div   style="margin-top: 6px; margin-right: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; min-height: 1100px; counter-reset: __goog_page__ 0;   line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;p  style=" font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Sfi4GHsU1oI/AAAAAAAAADY/YSyqhmLAmBs/s200/0417.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330212574276671106" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Sfi4_kTHWII/AAAAAAAAADg/Hv9-Zf3RY3E/s200/0417.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330213561208100994" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Sfi3xWFHEFI/AAAAAAAAADI/wfiW0-MC_Qk/s200/camera.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330212217361469522" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;While I wish that I were different in my own heart, there are many times that I myself find myself continuing to label my own self-worth based upon the scale that the world judges me on instead of the opinion of God.  I find myself asking first, what exactly is beauty?  Is beauty more or less qualities that give pleasure for our various senses?  Or is it as the book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Captivating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so eloquently describes as;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Beauty is transcendent- it is our most immediate experience of the eternal. Sometimes the beauty is so deep it pierces us with longing for life as it was meant to be. Beauty reminds us of an Eden we have never known, but somehow know our hearts were created for. Beauty speaks of heaven to come, when all shall be beautiful. It haunts us with eternity. Beauty says: there is a glory calling to you. And if there is a glory, there is a source of glory. What great goodness could have possibly created this? What generosity gave us this to behold? Beauty draws us to God." - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Captivating, John and Staci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Eldridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left;  font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Biblically there are also stories that give real life example of God's idea of true beauty.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For example, there is a story in 1 Samuel of how the Lord rejects Saul after he breaks his covenant with the Lord over his ruling of Israel.  As a result, Samuel is then sent to anoint a new king of Israel.  Samuel understood that the Lord would annoint one of the sons of a man named Jesse to serve under this new position, however, he just did not know which one.  As Samuel first met Eliab, one of Jesse's sons, he was sure that this was the man that the Lord had intended to anoint as king.  However, the Lord says to Samuel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 100%; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; text-decoration: inherit; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him.  The Lord does not look at the things man loks at.  Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 Samuel 16:7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a prime example of an occasion in which the Lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; chosen a man who was an identical representation of what we would expect from a Calvin Kline model, but the Lord explicitly says that these attributes to him are futile.  Instead, the Lord chooses another son of Jesse, a sheep herder that is described as his youngest and "ruddy."  To further this point one step further, when God chose to send his son to save us, think of the modest, feeble depictions of the life of Christ.  Christ was not born within the glories of a grand festival, but in a manger surrounded by animals and without their a doubt their almost pungent scents.  Even through out his life, Jesus was not known as a man to be physically beautiful.  In fact, there are no instances in the bible in which the physical appearance of Jesus was even mentioned!  The only slightly ambiguous depiction of Jesus can be found in Isaiah 53:2, which says that; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He grew up before him like a tender shoot, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and like a root out of dry ground. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing in his appearance that we should desire him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;." -Isaiah 53:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;However, the beauty of Christ was not seen through his looks, but through his heart which translated to his actions. This verse, as well as the verses that follow this one make it clear that Jesus was not a man that was attractive and handsome.  In fact, it can be seen that God did not want His son to found the Kingdom of God through the shallowness of physical appearances.  Instead, it is clear that God wanted people to be attracted to Him through his actions and his message of salvation.  If God chose to send his only son in the form of an ordinary man, what does this say about the importance of our own outward appearance?  God does not spend effort focusing on such pointless physical attributes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so why should we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To all of us who struggle with our physical appearance in a world that values it so greatly, I have a few words of wisdom that I hope that I can even take!  It is said in 1 John that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;God is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, and as far as I'm concerned, there is nothing in this world that is more beautiful than love.  Following this, I previously mentioned that if we are made in the image of God, we are made with that same sentiment of love that God wishes us to set forth.   Through being made in the image of God, He sees each and every one of us to be beautiful; flaws and all.  God intended for all of us to be a direct reflection of a facet that encompasses the very character of God.  It is without a doubt, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;beauty is the most essential, yet misunderstood of all of God's qualities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This has caused untold amounts of hardship, pain and hurt as millions of us struggle to find our place within our image-first society. Women for example aren't celebrated as much for being fabulous athletes as they are for being absolutely gorgeous and appealing people. Unfortunately, as a result we are continually distressed over this issue of beauty;  We long in our souls to be beautiful, to believe that others find us beautiful, and our thirst will not be satisfied until we find it.  Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we are already made into the most beautiful image imaginable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  We are accepted, loved, appreciated and cherished by One who will never fail us nor deceive us.  Harder said than done obviously, but we must shed off the shackles of such a conforming society and live free in the solace that we are always beautiful to our Creator, the One we hope to share eternity with.  In Romans 12:2 this emotion is echoed as we are called to; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Romans 12:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;To Debbie, and to all of the other people out there like myself who struggle with our self-perceptions, I have good news, there is a light at the end of this tunnel.  Debbie, you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;beautiful beyond words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; and so are each and every one of God's children.  All it takes is one of the simplest, yet difficult of steps; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin-right: 6px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; min-height: 1100px; counter-reset: __goog_page__ 0;   line-height: normal; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:Verdana;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A few days before November 4, 2008, I cast my vote for Barack Obama to become the first man of color to hold the office of the President of the United States of America.  In voting for Obama, I was not voting for color, I was voting for change within a political system that I believed was slowly yet surely tearing down the structure of American society.  With the world watching that night, I celebrated with millions of people of color around the world as Obama accepted his nomination to take upon the responsibility of such a prestigious postion.  Through this monumentous moment, the men and women who have fought, and in many cases died for this opportunity watched in jubilation as their dreams of civil rights and equal opportunities for all were finally realized.  For many, the election of Barack Obama was received as the end of the struggle for equality, and the final event in which men and women of color broke free from the chains of our past and took our first real step as true equal global citizens.  While I agree that the election of Obama represents a moment in which people of color, specifically African-Americans, can mark as a watershed event, I firmly also believe that many of those same African-Americans have lost sight of the slow disintegration of our culture that is taking place on a daily basis.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The title of this blog was taken from the book, "The Souls of Black Folk," the influential and moving book written by W.E.B Dubois in 1903.  Dubois, one of the preeminent African-American scholars of the early 20th century, sought to critique the pain and anguish, as well as the struggles for civil rights that were synonymous with the Black experience in America.  In writing this book, Dubois developed a groundbreaking work that aided greatly in understanding what it meant to be African-American within a White American culture.  One of DuBois most powerful arguments that is still saddeningly prevalent today are his anaysis of two significant themes-- "the veil," and "double consciousness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The veil to DuBois is a situation in which;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the Negro is ... born with a veil, and gifted with second-sight in this American world, --a world which yields him no true self-consciousness, but only lets him see himself through the revelation of the other world. It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his twoness,--an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;." --W.E.B. Dubois, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Souls of Black Folk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In other words, "the veil" respresents a commanding and discernible allegory that represents the experience of African-Americans who lived within the segregated society of a Jim Crow world in which Black men and women were exploited and disenfranchised by their exposure through menial and degrading positions. "The veil" also represents the realities of a tangible societal, emotional, and metaphysical barrier that effectively separates Blacks from the rest of the American people, through their political disenfranchisement, economic marginalization and exploitation.  To Dubois, a direct parallel to the veil is the "double consciousness" that also paralyzes the advancement of African-American men and women.  The double consciousness refers to a feeling of "two-ness," that is a very unique and atypical condition of the African American experience that influences both aspects of the equation, both African and American. Double consciousness is the mindfulness of one's self, as well as the awareness of how others perceive that person within that culture. The dangers of double consciousness reside from conforming and/or changing your own identity to that of how others perceive that person.  These unique characteristics, when united within the realities of real people can potentially bring about a dangerous tension that can severely hinder the development of not only Black people, but also the larger American society.  DuBois almost prophetically captured this sentiment over 100 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In America today, Black people, specifically men, are still struggling with the same dispositions that DuBois described in his book.  During the time of Dubois, King, and Malcolm X, many Black men had a cause in which they were sympathetic too.  In many ways, given the deaths of these influential men, as well as the end of the Black Power movement, the hopes and aspirations of many of these causes died with them.  Sadly, today I am hard pressed to find more than a handful of Black men who are willing to rise and step forward for a cause.  Instead, our culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; has digressed into a society in which many of our role models are professional athletes or rappers, or in some instances infamous criminals.  Many of our Black youth sympathize with the efforts of Al Pacino in 'Scarface,' the lyrics of the latest 'Lil Wayne' song, or the latest SportsCenter dunk by Lebron James.  To take it a step further, the word that represents the struggle, injustice and dehumanization of every Black man and woman, is now celebrated.  As a culture, we have degenerated to the point where the word that the Urban Dictionary defines as, a "s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lang term for homie, friend, buddy, etc.," can be heard as plentiful and common as almost any other word associated with friendship. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. as well as the thousands of others who fought, were beaten, and in some cases killed as this word was being spewed towards them, are disrespected every time we use this word.  Jackie Robinson, who was dehumanized and disrespected by that word every time he stepped onto the baseball diamond would be appalled to hear the way that this word is used by countless individuals.  To further this, the NAACP attempts to hold a mock funeral service for the word, while our culture continues to ignore the societal and cultural effects that continue to be perpetuated.  Wale, a rapper from the Washington D.C metro area, understands and assesses the tension associated with this through his song, "The Kramer."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"And niggas say nigga to a nigga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and nigga write nigga in a lyrics, expect the white boy to omit it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the white boy spit it like he spit it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;recite it to his friends who by the way ain't niggas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and say nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and non-nigga friends got it with him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Incorporate this lyrics to their everyday living,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Until a Black friend kinda hear it, just a tid bit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He thinks Aw, forget it, it's so insignificant and little,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The White boy sees this as a clearance, now its&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nigga, nigga, nigga, every single day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And that little nigga nigga, thinks it's okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And he's the only nigga in his particular grade, and it begins to phase him more each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The things they say went a little too far,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He couldn't tell the difference between an a or er,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So they keep going, saying nigga in his face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;There's nothing he can do, he let it get away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It came to the point he couldn't look em in the face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yeah, and make sure everything you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Can't be held against you in any kind of way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And any connotationis viewed in many ways, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuz under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Self-hatred...I hate you, and myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Niggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;." Wale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Kramer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This song is in a sense a microcosm in the way that it reflects African-American society.  Just like DuBois talked about the impact of "double consciousness" and the "veil," in many ways we keep ourselves beneath this 'shield' as we continue to degrade and detract our own people.  As Wale described, on one hand we say the word as a term of endearment, an affirmative 'eff you' to the establishment that responsible for the negative connotations associated with the word.  On the other hand, we see the damage that the word is actually inflicting, as that same establishment now has lost insight as to the true devastation that this word caused to the unhealed wounds of those still healing.  Instead of becoming inspired by the AIDS epidemic that is sweeping through the African-American community, situations of crippling economy that continues to paralyzes Americans of all colors, and countless other causes, many Black men and women continue to operate under this veil that causes them to be more concerned with when the next Day 26 song comes out, or the new graphics for Madden 2010.    T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;his, as well as a large majority of themes associated with BET and the subsequent 'hip-hop culture,' (an issue I will definitely blog about soon), and the lack of Black men and women who have taken the lead as role models, are large prevailing issues that we face that will continue to keep many African-Americans as being defined by the word that they use so freely; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ignorant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-8454571681342428624?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/8454571681342428624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/soul-of-black-folkwell-kinda-pt1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8454571681342428624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8454571681342428624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/soul-of-black-folkwell-kinda-pt1.html' title='The Soul of a Black Folk..well kinda, pt.1'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-8559100622485449849</id><published>2009-04-24T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:09:14.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the Movement...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tonight at Wittenberg I was lucky enough to have been involved in an event that they call "Epic." Epic is an occasion in which the campus ministries of Wittenberg and the Springfield community are all able to converge into an event that enables us to hear a speaker, share Gods word, and also worship Him in the process. Tonight in particular was a very special time from the moment the first song was played. In fact, the first song that was played was so powerful and touching for me that I decided that I needed to write a blog about it. This song that was performed is by Switchfoot and is appropriately titled, "Love is the Movement." Given that I had just written a blog the day before about the importance of love and how it can potentially spur a change within each and every one of us, I was particularly moved by this musical selection. The lyrics look something like this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is a movement&lt;br /&gt;Love is a revolution&lt;br /&gt;This is redemption&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to slow back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are alive&lt;br /&gt;They dance to the music&lt;br /&gt;Of the deepest emotion&lt;br /&gt;And all of the world&lt;br /&gt;Is singing in time&lt;br /&gt;As the heavens are caving in&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Why God gave His life&lt;br /&gt;To put motion inside my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than cold religion&lt;br /&gt;It's bigger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're starting now &lt;br /&gt;We don't have to slow back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a revolution, This is a revolution...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After hearing this song I was inspired and galvanized that there was in fact a movement taking place, and I could feel it.  Now, when I talk of a movement I'm not talking of the fight for American independence, the trial and struggle for the equal rights of men and women of color, or the Proletariat Revolution synonymous with the Communist revolution.  This is a movement that is unseen and unheard, but a movement that will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Call me senseless or foolish, but I firmly believe that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; can essentially be the influence that provokes a worldwide change in our hearts.  Just as a key can ignite the engine to a car, a simple button can be the catalyst for most electronics, or in my own life, food can be the stimulant that gives my body energy, love has the potential to have the same opportunity to become an agent of change that can stimulates or precipitate a reaction, development, or change. You see, the biggest issues in our hearts is our own hearts.  We are conditioned as a culture to accept the views of the world.  We are subconsciously forced to accept the viewpoint that the world is too big, and we are too minute to really be able to have a profound impact upon the human diaspora.  In essence, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;we defeat ourselves before we're even presented with a challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; We tell ourselves that there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;too many problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;what can one person do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;, right? Let's go through some harrowing statistics that give many of these naysayers a lot of credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Number of children in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-2.2 billion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Number in poverty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1 billion (every second child)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For the 1.9 billion children from the developing world, there are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-640 million without adequate shelter (1 in 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-400 million with no access to safe water (1 in 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-270 million with no access to health services (1 in 7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Children out of education worldwide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-121 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Survival for children worldwide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-10.6 million died in 2003 before they reached the age of 5 (same as children population in France, Germany, Greece and Italy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-1.4 million die each year from lack of access to safe drinking water and adequate sanitation&lt;br /&gt;Health of children worldwide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-2.2 million children die each year because they are not immunized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-15 million children orphaned due to HIV/AIDS (similar to the total children population in Germany or United Kingdom) State of the World’s Children, 2005, UNICEF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Once again, given these statistics, how many people feel that they can make a significant impact upon a world that has such severe and extreme conditions for others? Well, let me give you a few example of how one person, when faced with odds that many would deem impossible, chose to make a difference. Then again, as the quote goes, "the worlds greatest feats were accomplished by those not smart enough to understand they were impossible."  Would Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., have made the choices take the burden of hundreds and thousands of African-Americans if he understood the probability of the situation? Would Mother Teresa, or Nelson Mandela, have encumbered the same weight had they truly thought and comprehended the low probabilities of the causes they chose to undertake?  Instead, these men and women chose to step forth and do what they could with what they could.  In my opinion, Jesus represents the pinnacle of human achievement, as he was able to preach and minister to the lowliest of people and build the largest following the world has ever known.  To the world, Jesus was one man with a mission, and through that mission he was able to accomplish more than any of us could ever fathom.  The important part of this story, is what was the weapon that Jesus, Martin Luther King Jr., Nelson Mandela and Mother Teresa used?  They chose to wield the weapons of peace and love, than the ammunitions of hate and malevolence that is interchangeable with the natural instincts of the world.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why can't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is a really neat and simple quote that I was exposed to that is actually very enlightening once you think about it.  The quote, excuse my paraphrasing goes something like, "It takes a spark to start a wildfire."  Think about this simple quote for a second.  A forest fire, an occurrence that can potentially devastate over 7 million acres of land per year can conceivably be started by something as small as a spark.  Call me crazy, call me a lunatic, call me a dreamer, but I cannot help but be convinced that we are that spark.  There is a verse in the Beatitudes if Matthew, in which Jesus says that we should let our, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your father in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;."-Matthew 5:16. We are that light, love is our tool, this is our movement!  Barack Obama, in his unprecedented campaign to become the first African-American president in the history of the United States of America coined the term "Yes We Can." In the same fashion, we can make the same improbable  change within the world as long as we believe that we have the power in ourselves to.  When I went to Los Angeles, I was introduced to the theory that was appropriately titled, "The bucket theory."  This theory basically stated that every person should approach the issue of change with a bucket instead of some other unlikely goal with the fact that we can fill the bucket, and still make change, no matter how small or diminutive.  This theory is very pragmatic because think of it, if one person were to take a bucket into the Sahara desert, and if one million people took a bucket into the Sahara desert, think of the imprint that could possibly be left?  To go along with this sentiment, and give a real life (almost) example, there is a movie that parallels these same actions.  Pay it Forward is a movie in which a young boy, Trevor for his project decides that he is going to start a movement in which he will "pay it forward."  By doing this, he is essentially doing good deeds for others with the expectation that these recipients of this good deed will pass it forward to others.  This movement was started by the small actions of one young boy, and the future implications are known only to God.  This is an example of one spark, one bucket, and essentially one movement being started by the small good deeds of a young boy.  Mother Teresa once echoed the power of these actions in the quote, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We can do no great things, only small things with great love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen, whoever is reading this, our time is not tomorrow, it is not in a few year, our time is today, this moment, right now!  There is a song made by Blessid Union of Souls that in a way is a microcosm of my dream of how profound and direct pure love can be upon our culture.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that love will find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I believe that love will find the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are the ones we've been waiting for.  We represent the movement that this world so badly needs right now.  We search for a leader to lead us, we search for a movement to move us.  But rest assured, that movement is already present, and that leader resides in each and every one of us.  We have the power and the capacity within each one of us to provide that spark that can restructure and transform not only ourselves but the world.  I'm sorry again, maybe I'm crazy, but I was inspired today.  Love is the movement, and it is up to us to take it upon us to spread the ideals that I mentioned in the blog before this one.  This movement can be spread by something as simple as a smile, a genuine "how are you?" or a simple act of random kindness.  Unlike many resources, love cannot be contained, it cannot be controlled, and it can be given in infinite amounts.  Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. summed up this sentiment when he exclaimed that, "Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it."  As it says in 1 Corinthians, "[love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;always protects, always trusts, always hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;," and most importantly, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;always persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-8559100622485449849?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/8559100622485449849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-movement.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8559100622485449849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/8559100622485449849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-movement.html' title='Love is the Movement...'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-1314872185576718023</id><published>2009-04-22T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:01:29.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Conquers All.....Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I was given the opportunity to speak at our Chapel hour here at Wittenberg University a week or so ago. I was at first super nervous about having the opportunity to share God's impact in my life, but I realized that it was actually quite the honor. Lent had just ended, and the topic that immediately jumped out in my mind was the word love. Now, when we think of that word, what is the first thing that immediately jumps out into our heads? It's the great love stories; The Notebook (I cried, I'll admit it,) Casablanca, Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet! The great lines;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You will find a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;s you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;-- Henry Drummond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;These are the sentiments shared by many when the symptoms of love are conjured up.  Is this wrong to feel that way? Absolutely not, we are born as humans to love one another.  However, it is important that we do not stray from the foundations of what it truly means to love, and more importantly, to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a man who has frankly only thought of love in the same way for many years of my own life.  Nevertheless, I praise a God who has a sense of humor that I will never understand, and works in a way that is impossible to comprehend.  It was on a street corner church on Skid Row in Los Angeles that my life was forever changed.  For those of you who don’t know, Skid Row is home to the largest established population of homeless persons in the United States. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93PGMCRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y62UGiJViIQ/s1600-h/twins2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93PGMCRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y62UGiJViIQ/s320/twins2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327607985445422402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;According to some population estimates, this number can range between 7,000 to 8,000 people. 7,000 TO 8,000 homeless men and women within a 5 block radius.  Are you kidding me?  The people who live in this area for the most part live in a culture where poverty, violence, drugs and alcohol are prevalent on a day to day basis.  For any one of us who visited the area, it is nothing short of devastating.  However, in a little corner church, with a congregation filled with the misfits considered to be of the lowliest tier on the rung of society, I saw what love really meant.  To see men and women who by earthly standards had little to nothing, stand and praise and worship and cry about a man named Jesus really touched me.  It made me realize that this Jesus was real, and I needed to know more about him ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93iBhaDoI/AAAAAAAAACA/kBxJujC3Edw/s1600-h/kenny+ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93iBhaDoI/AAAAAAAAACA/kBxJujC3Edw/s320/kenny+ken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608310610398850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, who is Jesus? Who is God?  To be honest, I still don’t know!  But in the Lenten season, I was given a quick, yet weighty glimpse into the life and ministry of the man.  Before Los Angeles, the concept of Jesus to me was sort of synonymous to the myth of Sasquatch.  I’d heard of them since I was a child, and I had always been intrigued by their stories.  As a history buff, I was very well aware of various examples in which the bible, and the words of Jesus had been used at the expense of others.  Examples like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;• the Catholic church, and the Crusades, the Inquisition, Witch Hunts, etc.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;• Slavery and the story of Ham being used as an excuse to enslave and dehumanize Black men and women around the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;•  those using the bible to disenfranchise homosexuals (this is a topic for another day!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all is all, these stories all culminated into a relationship that I was very skeptical about.  But, as I decided that I would read into the Word, I quickly began to realize the Gospels of Jesus is not the same as those who chose to picket with “God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93zOAm3UI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wm1yrCgZaxo/s1600-h/08-03-~1+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93zOAm3UI/AAAAAAAAACI/Wm1yrCgZaxo/s200/08-03-~1+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608606020263234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Hates Fags,” signs, but with something way more powerful than hate and condemnation, love.  When looking at scripture, it is clear as day the men that Jesus chose to surround himself with, and those he chose to minister to.  Saul, one of the great persecutors of Christians, was chosen to be one of Jesus’ disciples.  Who did Jesus condemn? Help? Heal? Love?  Jesus went out and he healed the loners of society, the lepers, Roman soldiers, paralytics, the sickly, the blind, the mute, prostitutes, the poor, the list goes on and on and on.  Jesus ministered to the underbelly of society.  If we really try to conceive this notion, it can potentially leave us quite bewildered!  Think of it, Jesus, the son of the maker of heaven and the earth, of time, of life and death, everything, chose to risk, and eventually give his life, for the dirty, the scorned, the ugly, for you and myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In performing these actions, Jesus has laid the foundations on how we should live out our own lives.  While we are by all means meant to love our significant others, the true definition of love goes much deeper than this.  I believe that our love is to extend to every single person that we are to come into contact with.  This is reiterated in scripture, as Jesus tells us;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.- John 15:12 (New International Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. 29If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also. If someone takes your cloak, do not stop him from taking your tunic. 30Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. 31Do to others as you would have them do to you.- Luke 6:27-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do we love in the same way? Is that our own common perceptions about what it truly means and feels to love? In many cases, are we ready to love even when we will receive absolutely nothing in return?     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Better yet, are we willing to give our LIVES for those same people?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Would any of us be willing to give our lives for a convicted murderer? Would we be willing to be victimized, tortured or dehumanized for a convicted felon? A liar, a cheater, a misfit?! A man who disciples me named Colby has a son, and he says that he could possible fathom a situation in which he would give his own life, but he could not come to grips with giving the life of his only son to those who will forget, disrespect and not honor that sacrifice. Through the Easter season, we are shown that the final act of love by God through his only son Jesus is portrayed not only through his life, but also through his sacrifice upon the cross.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28040" value="7"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-28041" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinners, Christ died for us.-Romans 5:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-26127" value="16"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hat whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-26128" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.-John 3:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is clear that Jesus was not sent to condemn us, but to save us. That sacrifice, through the blood of Jesus is meant to be transferred from the cross to the Earth that it was spilled upon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are called to love others, even if that potentially means within the sacrifice of our own lives,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;or own valuables or pride, for the expense of others, even if completely undeserved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are called to love, &lt;i style=""&gt;just as our father loves us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“&lt;/i&gt;&lt;sup&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30596" value="8"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.” - 1 John 7:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30600" value="12"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt;No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.” - 1 John 7:11&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.&lt;br /&gt; God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in him. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30605" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;In this way, love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment, because in this world we are like him. &lt;sup id="en-NIV-30606" value="18"&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt;There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.” - 1 John 7:16-18&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, these verses clearly state our main tools when it comes to furthering the kingdom of God.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To the world, those men and women who suffer on Skid Row and considered to be the forgotten part of America, but their hearts are no different from yours and mine, and we should treat them no differently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it difficult to live this way? You betcha, through history, those who have loved have gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se9-Lm-dh2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eGTBgC8Z1fY/s1600-h/08-03-~1+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se9-Lm-dh2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eGTBgC8Z1fY/s200/08-03-~1+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327615622108776290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ven their lives for that cause.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;In the same way, we must Love, we mustn’t judge, condemn or hate, because that is not what we’re here to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Love is something special, it;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” -1 Cor. 13:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As Christians and followers of a man who lived selflessly to save us, we must live selflessly to love and appreciate others at all costs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We MUST be on guard, stand firm in our faith, be of courage, be strong, and most importantly, do EVERYTHING IN LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now who will you chose to love? What are you willing to sacrifice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-1314872185576718023?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/1314872185576718023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-conquers-allright.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/1314872185576718023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/1314872185576718023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-conquers-allright.html' title='Love Conquers All.....Right?'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/Se93PGMCRUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Y62UGiJViIQ/s72-c/twins2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6009977738186520910.post-1794082873325589606</id><published>2009-04-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T13:06:52.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiiiiiiiick Intro!</title><content type='html'>Well, this is my very first blog, so let me just start out by giving a quick introduction.  My name is Derrick, but most people call me D-rock, and I'm just a blessed, laid back dude who loves to laugh and have a good time. I have a twin brother who is serving our country in the Army and I miss him dearly everyday. I also have a sister who also means the world to me as well. I'm blessed to have a great mom and dad who have both in my opinion done a great job in instilling a great foundation in me, and hopefully I make them proud! I have found someone in Katrina who makes me happier than I have ever been and I'm just blessed!! *shout out* Maria Naumoff, no talents.  Mannnnnn I love to eat! it's probably my downfall, but thank God I also love to run and work out. I love Chinese food, I bleed Chipotle (if possible), and I forgot to mention I was adopted my LeBron James and Diddy. Um, what else, I love to debate, I love to learn more about cultures, people, new things and just experience the most I can get out of every day...Overall, I'm just a regular guy tryin to make a difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of those 25 random things about me just so that you can get a quick glimpse into what I'm about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ken Njihia is credited with the beginnings of the monster commonly known as D-Rock, and I have no idea how he came up with the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nudekobe-4.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/th_nudekobe-4.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;------that's Ken (he's from Kenya)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. When I was a kid, my mom would always buy eggo waffles, and my seester and I LOVED to put grape jelly on them...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. speaking of jelly, strawberry jelly and wheat bread, the best sandwich of all time (but only cut into triangles, once again...because of Moms)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I strive and struggle every day to be the best man I can be...even though it probably isn't the best mindset, I base my life on the parable of the talents in the bible, meaning I am driven, almost obsessively, to multiply, triple the "talents" that God has blessed me with.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When I was in high school my dad would chant "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gary Coleman! Gary Coleman&lt;/span&gt;!" with the other teams fans while I was shooting free throws because he thought it was funny..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nudekobe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/th_nudekobe.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate to admit it, but I have Napoleon complex (short man syndrome) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My twin brother and I are in fact, fraternal twins! the doctors (according to my parents) initially couldn't tell if I was a boy or a girl, and he's also my best friend for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I could eat boneless spare ribs from Hung Lung every day until I died and I would be happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. As you can tell, I'm obsessed with food, and I think I'm the greatest chef of all time (my dad who can only cook BLT's and french fries in the oven would disagree)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have a man-crush on Cristiano Ronaldo, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nudekobe-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/th_nudekobe-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I wish I was alive during the Civil Rights movement, even though I'm not sure how long I would've lasted lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I think I am the funniest man alive, but I tell the worst jokes in all honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Peanut Butter is the most repulsive food imaginable, it makes me gag...one time I had a friend whose mom made me peanut butter cookies but I wouldn't accept them because they were disgusting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Two of my biggest pet peeves are 1. people who can't spell and 2. people who are disconnected with reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am a compulsive shopper, and among with my humor, I also think I should have a feature story of myself in GQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nudekobe-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/nudekobe-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;now you agree&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My list of favorite movies of all time go like this...1. Love and Basketball 2. Shawshank Redemption 3. The Great Debaters 4. American History X 5. Requiem for a Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I honestly think that Wal-Mart puts small amounts of crack into their gummy bears, I ate a pound bag in like 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I am convinced that I am going to have kids that are going to be future NFL superstars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am credited to having the worst memory EVER! I forget probably on average 7 of the 10 things that I am told through the day, blame it on the concussions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Reality TV is my guilty pleasure....Flavor of love will go down as the greatest reality TV show of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nudekobe-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c87/derrick13/th_nudekobe-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When I was in elementary school, I used to have to take speech classes because I 1. couldn't pronouce my "R" sounds, and I stuttered (kinda like I do now lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If we're driving on a trip that takes longer than 30 minutes, I will be asleep at some point during that trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When God created the world&lt;/span&gt;, I think fall was the first season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My "lucky" number has always been 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Taking naps is probably my favorite part of the day, and I am about to take one now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6009977738186520910-1794082873325589606?l=onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/feeds/1794082873325589606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiiiiiiiick-intro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/1794082873325589606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6009977738186520910/posts/default/1794082873325589606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onenightinbraziel.blogspot.com/2009/04/quiiiiiiiick-intro.html' title='Quiiiiiiiick Intro!'/><author><name>Derrick and Desmond Braziel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UlBeKEBeEvQ/SgdtotSOeNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/aXGn1-jNAUk/S220/n46901754_30319825_9185.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
