Hold My Mule
“You may talk about me as much as you please
The more you talk the more I’ll bend my knees
I’m going home to live with Jesus
Want it be grand”
Umm my soul is uplifted every time those lyrics cross my mind. I can see Bigmama in the kitchen cleaning a possum (don’t tell me yall ain’t NEVER EVER EVER had fried possum – tastes just like chicken) and singing the lyrics to that hymn in a strong clear voice filled with the pain of being talked about. I can see her in church sitting next to Con Monk (that’s Cousin Monk for you ‘northern’ folk) the two of them reared back with the rest of the Amen corner belting out the lyrics while the good Reverend shook his head & wiped his brow. Those were the days when the Black church was the cornerstone of the community. The helping hand of the hopeless! The pillar of rest for the weary! The drying cloth for the tears of the lost! Pastors would open the doors of the church and invite you in to rest your ragged soul and weary feet. Now, they’ll just cut your nuts off and “hand ‘em ta ya partner” especially if you ain’t got no ‘seed to sow’ in the collection plate.
This week, as I was gradually recovering from BBQ King spending all our light bill money to have a whole bunch of Nigras over for the 4th, Rev Rhyme came along & nearly sent me to the mental ward of somebody’s hospital. This cheat on my wife baby mama having keep hope alive good hair sleeping in a wave cap Negro had the guts, the temerity the – hell I don’t know-what-a-T to be on Fox news saying he wanna “cut Obama nuts out.”! What the HELL kind of Holy Ghost resuscitation is that? Last time I checked (and according to Magic Hands) the bible says something about treat people as you would treat Jesus or some such thing. Unfortunately neither I nor Magic Hands could quote the scripture but the point is still the same.
I don’t know what kind of Jesus Juice – could be the Michael Jackson brand – Rev Rhyme is drinking but he stole that $hit from Rev Wright and added a little haterade to it. My peoples!!! My peoples!!!! I am going to take a day and walk around the reflecting pool, the future site of the King memorial (if it EVER gets designed let alone built) and my back yard to pontificate on the recent state of affairs of the church. I will present my pontifications to you in a multi point series of blogs. Please don’t ask me how many, how soon and how long. After all I am a typical Nigra and might say one thing & do something totally different.
As your fellow WWJD sistah in love, Christ, and Holy Ghost extra hard on Sundays I’m asking you to stay in prayer for Rev Rhyme. I recommend a 7 day fast – I’ll fast in spirit cause you know I got the sugar so I GOTS to eat (not for real, I’m just greedy!!!)
The more you talk the more I’ll bend my knees
I’m going home to live with Jesus
Want it be grand”
Umm my soul is uplifted every time those lyrics cross my mind. I can see Bigmama in the kitchen cleaning a possum (don’t tell me yall ain’t NEVER EVER EVER had fried possum – tastes just like chicken) and singing the lyrics to that hymn in a strong clear voice filled with the pain of being talked about. I can see her in church sitting next to Con Monk (that’s Cousin Monk for you ‘northern’ folk) the two of them reared back with the rest of the Amen corner belting out the lyrics while the good Reverend shook his head & wiped his brow. Those were the days when the Black church was the cornerstone of the community. The helping hand of the hopeless! The pillar of rest for the weary! The drying cloth for the tears of the lost! Pastors would open the doors of the church and invite you in to rest your ragged soul and weary feet. Now, they’ll just cut your nuts off and “hand ‘em ta ya partner” especially if you ain’t got no ‘seed to sow’ in the collection plate.
This week, as I was gradually recovering from BBQ King spending all our light bill money to have a whole bunch of Nigras over for the 4th, Rev Rhyme came along & nearly sent me to the mental ward of somebody’s hospital. This cheat on my wife baby mama having keep hope alive good hair sleeping in a wave cap Negro had the guts, the temerity the – hell I don’t know-what-a-T to be on Fox news saying he wanna “cut Obama nuts out.”! What the HELL kind of Holy Ghost resuscitation is that? Last time I checked (and according to Magic Hands) the bible says something about treat people as you would treat Jesus or some such thing. Unfortunately neither I nor Magic Hands could quote the scripture but the point is still the same.
I don’t know what kind of Jesus Juice – could be the Michael Jackson brand – Rev Rhyme is drinking but he stole that $hit from Rev Wright and added a little haterade to it. My peoples!!! My peoples!!!! I am going to take a day and walk around the reflecting pool, the future site of the King memorial (if it EVER gets designed let alone built) and my back yard to pontificate on the recent state of affairs of the church. I will present my pontifications to you in a multi point series of blogs. Please don’t ask me how many, how soon and how long. After all I am a typical Nigra and might say one thing & do something totally different.
As your fellow WWJD sistah in love, Christ, and Holy Ghost extra hard on Sundays I’m asking you to stay in prayer for Rev Rhyme. I recommend a 7 day fast – I’ll fast in spirit cause you know I got the sugar so I GOTS to eat (not for real, I’m just greedy!!!)
posted by Ms G @ 6:11 AM
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