Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
UNLOCK THE DOOR
WHEN ONE OF MY YOUNGER BROTHERS WAS 3 OR 4 YEARS OLD, HE ACCIDENTALLY LOCKED HIMSELF INSIDE THE BATHROOM. UNABLE TO GET OUT, HE STARTED HOLLERING. WE ALL RUSHED TO THE DOOR TO SEE WHAT WAS WRONG.
HIS LOUD DISTRESS CRIES DROWNED OUT OUR VOICES. FINALLY, WHEN HE QUIETED DOWN, MAMA ASKED: "HAROLD, WHERE ARE YOUR HANDS?" HE REPLIED: "IN MY POCKETS." MAMA THEN SAID, "TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT OF YOUR POCKETS, BABY, AND UNLOCK THE DOOR." HE DID AND THEN OPENED THE DOOR.
THE MORAL FOR THIS MORNING IS THIS:
WHEN YOU BELIEVE YOU THAT YOU ARE LOCKED INTO A BOX, STOP HOLLERING, SO YOU CAN HEAR DIVINE INSTRUCTIONS; TAKE YOUR HANDS OUT YOUR POCKETS, AND UNLOCK THE DOOR. AMEN.