Thanksgiving.....Giving Thanks....
Thanksgiving was frequently spent at a relatives
or parents-friends home (according to memory). The fondest of which
were always with my pops side of the family. Today I'm thankful that
Pops is alive. A while ago Dad was in the hospital and most recently Mom
was in the hospital. The idea of being without a parent hit me like a
Tyson blow (pre-carnivorous Tyson) . I've never been without either of
my parents,
the thought of the loss is a bit for me to fathom.I've long left the myth of the so-called Indian and so-called Pilgrims alone (I'm actually struggling with keeping quiet while these teachers are teaching my children that myth.......However, I realize I live in America. Attacking that myth will seem like selling USA-Haterade, almost Al-Quida'ish.) Thanksgiving has become a little more to me that the bull-chips presented in the commercial media which has become American culture.
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'Sunday Schooled' is a collection of blog posts from Seko Varner's former blogs. This post was dated 11/22/2007 while Seko's father, Rev. Dr. Samuel Varner was alive.
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I'm thankful for the lessons and life of Mom and Dad (note the photo of my parents to the left). I'm thankful to be a Dad. I look forward to tomorrow as my parents are currently doing well, but I know that the time is forthcoming for me to be parent-less.
That frightens me more than I can express.
It's weird to be scared for
my parents, I used to be scared of them. That fear kept me from doing a
lot of things my peers became involved in. As a teen Pops would stay up
at night and inspect my eyes and breath as I returned from DJing a party
or hanging out. As a teen I was constantly worried that Dad would do a
pop visit at my school catching me being a teenager. He did a few of
those and the fear of them kept me on my toes. Currently I'm afraid that
I will disappoint pops more that worrying about his blows. Interestingly
enough that fear of disappointing my parents has geared me towards what
people always seem to attribute to being in a church. I'm constantly
asked "What church do you belong to ?" Folks seem surprised that I
attend a church weekly but am not a member of any church. My behavior is
truly more of a function of not wanting to disappoint my parents, my
ancestors, and God rather than simply having a church inspired life. I
remember the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan saying that a child
first understands God through his parents. I'm thankful that I was raised
by Yeshua (Jesus) by way of my parents. My father, the Minister,
frequently told his flock "People would rather see a sermon that hear
one." I grew up in a sermon and I'm thankful. I could have done without
the "Spare the rod and spoil the child" sermon however. OUCH !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Post script: 11/22/2012 - Today both my father and Mother-In-law are both ancestors of three years (May their memory continue to be a blessing). My Father-In-Law has remarried (Ashee), and my Mother is beginning to be embrace a life without her husband (Ashee-Amen). Today I am giving thanks for my ancestors. I walk in the glory of their struggle. Their blood, sweat, and tears..... and their laughter, joy, and prayers, has become the golden streets of our existence. Today I give thanks for my family. Today I give thanks for my family who are marching and remembering by mourning the lives of those who were decimated as a result of the actions of the man we call Christopher Columbus. Today I give thanks for what America has become, those who defend our country, and those who struggled to make it what it is.
Seko
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