Thanks Giving

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving for many and for many of us it has become a day of the year we try to remind ourselves of the blessings we have received.

The word Thankful in Hebrew is yadah and means to throw something back.

In this holiday season present and coming that primarily are about money being spent for food, gifts and Decorative’s let us remind ourselves to give back out. See, being thankful isn’t about showing an emotion and being humble for a day, it’s about giving back out or as the Hebrew word illustrates to “throw back out.”

Your blessings can only be blessings if they don’t end with you.

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My thanks for 2011

First of all I am thankful for my family. My mother who is battling cancer and glaucoma and still standing. My brother Allen who is returning the gift he experienced as a youth by leading teens and standing with them. Most of all my kids who mean the world to me and Liz.

I am thankful for the multiple jobs I work, even though I work more than last year, it is so much less stressful.

I’m thankful for my house. I’m thankful for my friends. Most of all I’m thankful to be able to share my writings with all of you and I’m thankful for this year being so successful in my book projects. (I have so much better planned for next year!)

Lastly and most fitting. I’m thankful for my beliefs. My doubts, my fears and my struggles. I’m blessed to have so many people walking with me on this spiritual journey. These past three years have been crazy, hell and full of so many ups and downs but as one wise women told me, “thank and do.”

I wish you all happy holidays in all your endeavors and traditions. I pray that this season speaks to you and blesses you.

I Love and cherish you all.

Ricky Maye

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Fondling the Hell out of people

Those broken days… I remember vividly the dark cloud that seemed to follow overhead. The headaches, the rain; I can’t seem to forget those sh!tty days.

Being a part of churches so long, I understood how to fake a happy face and that “I’ve got it all together” swagger. Oh, but when they would find out my misery!

I got bible verse after bible verse, because nothing pays an overdue bill like a King James scripture.

I received kind words like it was a prescription. If Miss Joanne saying “It’s gonna get better baby”, or Pastor Joe chiming in “It’s in God’s hands” didn’t solve everything, they wouldn’t hesitate to offer those same kind words at the same time tomorrow; maybe in a double dose.

Unlimited well-wishes and robotic, somewhat programmed, kind phrases are all great… However, they lack realness and seemingly have little sense of reality.

There is something wrong when, once we come into contact with a broken, homeless or hopeless soul, we simply offer a little change or, even worse, a bible tract. Nothing better than a bible tract roasted with my secret marinade!

I don’t think this is the type of compassion Jesus had in mind. The compassion we see exemplified in Jesus’s life was almost intimate.

The Hebrew word for compassion is רחם (racham) and is defined as “to fondle”.

The implications to what real compassion looks like are unfathomable… and kind of dirty.

Compassion now is more personal. Compassion beforehand could have been generalized as giving change, offering help, even pity; all nice gestures, although very impersonal and lack the sort of intimacy we see with the life of Jesus.

The word fondle brings a picture of lovers with a fiery, passionate flame overcoming them… so much so that they can’t keep their hands off the other.

What if this kind of passion was exhibited… a kind of compassion that brings you into a spiritual and mental relationship with that person.

To be continued.

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Take a breathe

I couldn’t relate to God and nobody seemed to really care.

In church they told me God was a father, they called him Abba, I liked the word but I never knew my father, he hurt my mother and never helped me or my family in any way, that kind of father? They told me God was a provider, they called him El Shaddai, but my mom worked 3 jobs and put herself in the hospital to provide for just me and my brother, I was told we were all God’s children, “he has to provide for all these children!” I thought, I guessed I’d never see him, he’d always be working. I went to Sunday school on some occasions. When we were not coloring pictures depicting Noah’s Ark or David and Goliath we were memorizing scriptures and what they called the A B C’s to salvation. In a few years when I was older I was lucky to move up to the youth group which focused more on memorizing entire scriptures intended for making us feel guilty for doubt, sex and bad grades. We also talked about this thing called apologetics, which was all about defending our faith in school. Most of my time in church was spent learning how to defend this faith I still had so many questions about. They spent more time telling me what to believe, rather than who to believe in. I still didn’t know how to relate to God.

Now things are different. I spend much of my time helping many people find God in the world around them. Let me introduce you to my brother Allen, he is a writer of music, he is a worship leader, he plays almost every instrument know to man. He has a passion for music few will ever understand, he’s gone as far to make music his profession. He is not necessarily the most religious or typical Christian, he veers from theological topics and keeps distance from taking a verbal stance on many things because “we are all different.” I’d imagine if you ask my brother Allen who God is, he might pass over the father, provider and burning bush euphemisms. I think he would say something along the lines of how God is a vibration, to him God speaks through the vibration of strings, leather on drum heads and the vibrating of chords in the throat while singing. For him I think music goes farther and deeper than it does for me, but God is speaking to him in a different way when someone is playing, singing or dancing. This is his Horeb moment.

How beautiful to witness a God who distinctly will reveal himself to each one of us as we need. A few years back I decided to take a breather from this Christian thing. I chronicle this journey in my upcoming book, An Emerging Spirituality.

I took some time to breathe and what God began to teach me was when I take time to breathe I am becoming closer with God. God gave existence to everything in the garden of Eden, but he only breathed into man. He gave mankind something called “life”. This life was something different than being alive because the animals, water and plants were alive, but they didn’t have life. Life is purpose, life is intention, life is hope and dreams. Animals are alive, but a dog doesn’t get upset when his finances are in peril because he has stuff to do before he turns 30, he doesn’t cry when he sees a child starving to death when he knows he can do something. When we take some time to breathe we are taking a moment to become aware of God and the more he wants to do with us, we are becoming one with God.

Take a breath today, just breathe.