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.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
BE READY WHEN YOUR TRUMPET SOUNDS
BE READY WHEN YOUR TRUMPET SOUNDS
Some things will not be hurried nor rushed; cannot be hurried or rushed.
Other things cannot be forestalled nor delayed; will not be forestalled nor delayed: by word, prayer or deed.
Such things are infinitely beyond our kith, ken, or control.
Their rhythms, whether circadian or cosmic or chemical or electrical, are their own, not yours, nor anyone's.
Leave them be and prepare yourself.
When it is time, when they mature, they will emerge, ripen, rise, manifest.
Until then, enjoy your blessed wait, ensconced in your own special rhythm.
Your rhythm must cross with their rhythms, in process of time, so don't feign surprise, nor be found wanting.
By then, you will have had recurrent notices, from innumerable sources, of the preeminence of this moment.
Be ready when your trumpet sounds.
Amen.