Wayside Baptist Church


 

 

Wayside Baptist Church

 

I’ve been attending Wayside Baptist Church off and on for about four years.  I always enjoyed the service and felt at home with friendly people and great teaching.

Now that I’m Retired I was ready to make a more permanent connection so during Altar Call I went up to join Wayside. More than just joining. I am now part of the Wayside Baptist Church family. As a single person with only my brother Stephen whom I only see a few times a year I need to be part of support system. 

By joining Wayside Baptist Church and attending Sunday services on a regular basis and Bible Study this will help me in my battle against depression, anxiety and panic attacks. 

I made up my mind that I could either sit at home and wallow in sadness, depression and negative thoughts or I could get up off my butt Sunday morning, eat breakfast, take my shower and walk the few blocks to the church. 

Better to be in the House of the Lord than to be home overthinking and projecting into the future.  I was brought up and raised in the Baptist Church so pretty much wherever I have lived whether Queens or Brooklyn that’s where I felt most comfortable.  When Pastor Hamatheite made the Altar Call I literally ran to the front.  That’s how much I need healing and Restoration in my Life.  I was Welcomed with open arms.  Stephen has me but as a Caregiver, as a Single Woman I need someone, somewhere I can go. 

Retiring was only part of the answer.  I realized that I can’t do this on my own.  I’m not strong.  So I Rededicate my Life to Jesus.

God knew this was the Sunday for me.  When one of the church secretaries had written down my name to introduce me Pastor Hamatheite knew me from my Twitter feed. Specifically my photo tweets of Wayside Baptist church.

Truly Lord I Need you Now. I Need you now Lord Right Away. Lord I need you to Restore Me.  Lord Jesus I Need the Victory.

 

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I Look to You Lord!

Next Sunday begins my New Members Classes and I’m really excited to begin!

 

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Hymn # 227 ~~ I Surrender All

 

Sunday, September 30, 2018

Biblical Text: Psalm 118  ~~  Sermon Title: I Shall Not die But Live

 

Previous Sunday September 23, 2018

 

 

Some pictures of previous visits

ASLEEP


 

 

Asleep

 

I FELL into sleep becoming asleep eventually landing elsewhere.

 

Was it a parallel universe or an alternate reality?

I astral planed across the Multiverse dropping pieces of me wherever I landed.

The pieces planted took root and grew. Spreading myself throughout the Cosmos.

Everywhere is a seedling and a pod. Each pod is ready to be launched into dimensions and seasons yet to be born..

I drank the psychedelic brew. My innards erupted like a brewing thundering threatening volcano.  Explosion of volcanic ash and lava vomiting up brains, burning acids, guts and false notions. Distance tore through my cerebral cortex.

My stone heart turned flesh.  The sky, earth and seas faded away.  Sounds of sand animals,grass, birds, trees, grew silent.  Only my internal vibrations grew louder.

Drifting above the clouds I finally landed in what appeared to be a garage.  No cars. No trucks. No buses.  In fact no vehicles of any type, make or model.

Then I felt the thunder inside my bones.  I projectile spewed poisonous bile filled with scorpions, snakes and vultures.

Every piece of scar tissue on my broken body began to stretch and contort. Tendrils of brightly colored misty fog danced around me chanting in faint tongues.  Seconds, minutes, hours once fleeting gestures became stop motion audibles available only to me.

Two sets of hands one from the sky canopy the other set bursting from the earth zones grabbed and twisted me violently jerking my joints snapping my bones.

Visions melted before my eyes.  My extremities disconnected from my torso turning to mist and fog.  Spun silk swaddled me from birth to winding sheet.

 

Three sets of Gossamer wings sprouted from my back, shoulders and waist.  Like a human cannon ball I exploded into tiny kaleidoscope pieces of gems and jewels.

 

Vaulting  from the atmosphere my body careened around corners narrowly missing those ancient Pearly Gates picking up speed like a runaway freight train derailed from its course I will Live forever transcending logic.  Into new and mysterious truths.

 

Dreams and visions diffuse through my being.  Suffusing internal osmosis.   Breaking apart chaos.  Through synchronicity I was birthed into a trans-mortal being defying gravity, time and space.  Infused with crystal clear definition.

The Rain-forest applauded me.

For I am the Visionary.  The Seer.  The Oracle.

 

The Chime Time Historian


 

 

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Dollars & Sense

 

 

 

The Chime Time Historian

Enter the Chime Keeper

 

 

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Zipporah’s Redemption and Restoration

 

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The Chime Time Historian

 

 

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DreamScape Kaleidoscope

 

 

On the surface it appeared to be a Way-station for Wandering Wayward Souls.  The Damned.  Some doomed to wander the Land of Shadows for eternity awaiting an incarnation that would never take place.  For their souls were weighed and found wanting.

Ever had an experience that went awry?  As you kept at it thinking in your heart things would get better but realistically not.

No Accolades here………… But There is a Transitional Period

The Chime Keeper

 

 

Redemption Among the Relics

Deep Within the Underbelly of the Palace of Pink Pilasters was a medieval castle that could have been easily built or destroyed by ancient invaders from another dynasty. A grand foyer flanked by two long hallways of Byzantine art leading into Medieval Sculpture Hall filled with statues of Madonnas, Saints, Catholic Mystics, Relics, and tombs from Egypt, Europe, Greece, Cyprus and South America. Each international tomb had a goddess from the respective ancient culture at the head and foot of the sarcophagus.

Venturing further into the castles subterranean chambers were overturned ossuaries, bones bleached white scattered throughout the tombs.

 

In my haste to record within my memory banks all that Mr. Peabody lectured I loitered a bit too long at one of the displays whilst Mr. Peabody strode on seemingly ignorant of my silent absence.

 

Panicked I vainly tried find a pathway leading to my host and teacher by attempting to pinpoint his now faint vocals.  My radar telepathy was interrupted by a chubby male being possessed of pink flamingo tresses with equally flamboyant clothing who appeared to be an escapee from a fractured fairy tale.

Certainly Not expecting to encounter me he bellowed and frothed about band members of the Choppy Poppy Zany Zach allowed to wander around without proper escort.

I’m not a member of any musical band.  I’m a student and prospective Soul Seeker under the tutelage of Mr. Peabody.

“So you’re not Snakehips Susan of  Hummingbird Gardens, Florida nor a bandit seeking kidnapped souls?  

 

“Truly this man comes from a place where plants take up their roots and walk to better nourished soil.  And obviously his had not reached any mulch in a very long while.”

NEITHER!  

 

My name’s The Chime Master or as many call me The Chime Time Historian.  Qualified Expertise in Refractions of Memory.

My face produced a look of puzzlement and befuddlement coupled with lines of bewilderment such that The Chime Keeper felt pressed to launch into expressions of apology and explanation.

Young Lady mine is a Niche Unit.  Much ignored but integral to the Soul Manufacturing Mission. He huffed and puffed with indignation but his consternation was interrupted by a loud persistent gong sound that seemed to issue from his very being.

Young lady you will have to come with me!  Now!  At that point he grabbed me by the elbow and we were whisked away into what I can only call a garden of clocks. A veritable arboreal forest of tree like time pieces whose roots and hands stretched as far as the horizons in every direction.

 

Clocks of all shapes, sizes and from all time periods.  The noise of all these clocks chiming gonging and announcing the hour, half hour and quarter hour was deafening.  

Most mysterious was the clock with no hands nor did it issue the time verbally, well at least not out loud.  It’s claim to fame was to change colors or filters every quarter hour along with a persistent hum that reached into your brain and pulled onto your cerebral cortex.

 

This my inquiring student is where we program sent souls with their finite time.  Meaning the time allotted them on earth before they return either to eternity or annihilation.

 

 

Somewhat disparagingly along with a snarky tone in his voice he said, “I will help you catch up to the illustrious Prof Peabody as I’m on my way to Depot 52. Thus began a series of Frantic Antics Gestural pulls, pushes, waving of his upper extremities, the jumping and leaping of the lower limbs.  This impromptu step the light fantastic seemed to be an introduction to some upcoming magical jest.

Before my startled eyes the Chime Keeper began to morph into a series of anthropomorphic and bio-morphic shape shifting beings. 

Manifesting an enormous ruby red burgundy apron he thrust his hand into one of the side pockets and quickly anointed both of us with glitter gloss granules.

 

I felt like a Debutante late to the ball.  Rushing forward with profuse apologies I curtsied to the elegant cake.

As the Chime Keeper would say, “Humans are just bags of fleshy molecules filled with wanton desires.

Elegance and Decadence.  Deference to old style Aristocracy Aristocrats.  All Hail the Landed Gentry but Sir Death takes them all!

 

 

 

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Island of the Damned

 

 

Harr! Bed Cometh!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Upon seeing us manifest Mr. Peabody exclaimed, “What O!  My Dream Warden?  Greeted us as the Chime Warden and I exited the hansom carriage piloted by a gleaming set of Unicorn Pegasus equines.

Changeling Chameleon Child returns to the nest!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Share Your World – April 23, 2018


 

 

Share Your World – April 23, 2018

Share Your World – April 23, 2018

 

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If you could have an endless supply of any food, what would you get?

Now that’s a difficult question!  Chicken, pizza, chocolate, empanadas, Oxtails, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes,   I could go on for days!!

List at least five movies or books that cheer you up.

The Bible

Any book or novel by Zora Neale Hurston, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Chinua Achebe, James Baldwin, Langston Hughes, W.E.B. Du Bois, Nikki Giovanni

The Autobiography of a Yogi  Paramhansa Yogananda

Comedies like Madea or Mel Brooks movies

The Matrix

Daughters of the Dust a movie directed by Julie Dash

 

If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing? 

 

The Mouse would see my cat Sylvester coming towards him. His tiny rodent life would flash before his eyes right before Sylvester breaks his neck!

 

List things or events that changed your life?

Giving my life to Jesus Christ then Rededicating my Life to Christ as an adult.  My relationship with God began to mean more and take on new significance especially as age and disabilities set in.  My faith has helped me deal with the ups and downs of living.

 

Complete this sentence: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No it’s…

Superman!  Yes I’m a Baby Boomer!  George Reeves the original Clark Kent and Superman for my generation!

 

 

What genre of music do you like?

Gospel, R&B, Soul, African,  Funk, Jazz, Disco, Classical,  International/World Music.

 

What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

 

Three things that make me happy are taking photos, creating artworks and being outside on a warm sunny day!

 

 

 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman


 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman

 

Well Folks I’ve decided to embrace my gray/grey hair and the aging process. Yes I cut off all my hair very short something like the Warrior Women of Wakanda. My hair has undergone the changes of menopause, aging, stress, illness and disability resulting in thinning and hair loss. Those women over 50 understand what I’m talking about. If you are not yet 50 don’t worry age will catch up to you.

 
BTW, No I am not going to discuss my chronic illness and disabilities. That includes my vision loss. It is what it is. One does not have to look sick to be sick.
I do not want people’s pity so I will not entertain questions about my health. I find those questions and comments annoying and upsetting therefore they will be deleted. 
Once you have a disability there are some days you might feel better but there is No get better.  Being that I’ve been dealing with health issues for over ten years I’ve accepted, adapted and for the most part moved on.  I will Not allow this blog to become a disease of the month club.
My Relationship with God is #1, Then My Brother Stephen, after that my creativity as expressed through my writing, photography (Please check out my blog, Roaming Urban Gypsy) and my artwork.

A Warrior Woman showcases her strengths not her weakness!

Instead I’m focusing on what I can still do. My abilities. Not my disabilities. Mostly my photography and Mixed Media Picture/Photo Collage skills.  I’m moving forward with my skills, talents, gifts and abilities.  Thinking Positive from now on Not negative!
 

Here are photos of my new look and my artwork! Happy Dance!

Wakanda Forever!!

Wakanda Warrior Woman Pose

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African-American Warrior Queen

African Goddess