Sunday, March 27, 2016

No Greater Love

Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. – John 15:13

 Twenty years ago, the late Tupac Shakur (2Pac to most of us) released the posthumous album Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: 7 Day Theory. While many of us may recognize such hip-hop classics as “Hail Mary” and “Toss It Up” as well as the then-controversial artwork on the album cover of a crucified 2Pac and the events that transpired throughout his short 26 years, a lesser-known track called “Life of An Outlaw” spells out a strange altruism as he asks his crew member Noble if he would die for him. Of course, he obliges and even swears upon his grandmother to kill his enemies if the need ever occurred. Unfortunately, reality caught up to the rapper and as a result, he was murdered September 1996 in Las Vegas. Contrary to popular belief and Coachella appearances, Shakur did not return from the dead.  
How does this compare to what Jesus did for all of us centuries ago? Stick around and I’ll share it with you.

For one, crucifixion was a common method of capital punishment in the Roman Empire. In addition to Jesus and the two thieves, at least two Apostles (Peter and Stephen) were crucified. In modern times, some Filipinos have volunteered to carry out the excruciating act since 1962 in San Fernando, Pampanga. See http://www.cnn.com/2016/03/25/asia/philippines-easter-good-friday-crucifixion/index.html as the reference.

What Jesus is illustrating in John 15:13-14 is that the ultimate act of love is altruism – the act of surrendering His own life so others may live. He builds up to this point throughout the Gospels from the moment before Jesus immediately raises Lazarus from the dead when He tells Martha, “Those who believe in Me, even though they will die, will live, and everyone who lives and believes in Me will never die.” Keep in mind the meaning of the name Jesus in Hebrew is “The Lord saves.”

Actions speak louder than words. How else would we be able to understand what Jesus’s earthly death and subsequent resurrection if He did not love us enough for this ultimate sacrifice?

Think about it. God is in love with all of us, and that relationship manifests itself in many ways such as looking at the face of a newborn child, being overwhelmed by the absolute beauty of a sunrise, or when we hear a hymn that absolutely moves us to tears! It also appears in those mundane moments via kind words through a painful time or simply looking back at our lives. With that being said, why would God ever want to destroy the loving relationship He has with us?

Death didn’t stop Jesus from going to Calvary to save wretches like us.

That’s love.

They hung Him high, they stretched Him wide. He hung His head, for me He died.

That’s love.

Guess what? That’s not how the story ends:  Three days later, He rose again!

That’s love!


Jesus gave Himself up for all of us in this sin-sick world. There is absolutely no greater love than that. 

Friday, March 25, 2016

List of Food Pantries in Saline County

Here is a list of the following churches within Saline County that conduct a year-round food ministry with phone numbers and street addresses. Listed are the locations, hours, and times for distribution. 
Food Pantries in Saline County
Benton
CJOHN (Churches Joint On Human Needs)*
East Elm St., Benton
Open Tuesdays and Fridays 10-2pm
(501)776-2912
Northside Church of Christ
North East St., Benton (next to Saline Memorial Hospital)
Open Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday 1:30-3:00pm
(501)315-1128
Mount Zion Missionary Baptist Church
1305 South East St., Benton
Open 3rd Saturday of each month 10-2pm
(501)778-1422
Johnson Street Church of Christ
Johnson Street, Benton
Open Tuesday and Thursday 1-3pm
(501)315-9034
Community Church Alliance of Benton
Open 10-4pm
(501)993-2969
Benton Seventh Day Adventist Church
Every 3rd Thursday 9am-12 noon
(501)778-0641
Care Center
Open Thursdays 6-10 pm
(501)778-5933
Congo Road Baptist Church
Open the first four Wednesdays of each month 1-2:30 pm
(501)794-7547
Victory Baptist Church
(501)315-5005
*CJOHN consists of the member churches. Keep in mind this list may not be 100 percent accurate: Calvary Baptist; Centerpoint; Fellowship Bible; First Baptist; First Baptist; First Christian; First Presbyterian; First United Methodist – Benton; First United Methodist – Bryant; Highland Heights; Gateway; Mt. Carmel United Methodist; Mt. Zion Baptist; Our Lady of Fatima; Parkview United Methodist; Salem United Methodist; and St. Matthew’s Episcopal.
Bryant
Indian Springs Baptist Church
Open final Thursday of each month 8:30am-2:30 pm and the final Tuesday (call ahead for reservations)
(501)847-4722 or 847-2915
Cornerstone Church of the Nazarene
Open 3rd Wednesday of each month 1-3 pm
(501)653-2886
Bryant First Southern Baptist Church
Open 2nd Saturday of each month 9-11 am
(501)847-3014
Alexander
Alexander Seniors and More
Open every 4th Wednesday and Thursday 9am-12 noon
(501)455-3519
Alexander First Baptist Church
Open Thursdays 9-11 am and 6-8 pm
(501)455-1263
Pilgrimage Church of Deliverance
Open 4th Saturday 9am-3pm

(501)847-7283

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Lessons from Working as a Contract Technical Writer in the South

About five years ago, I started advertising my services on oDesk (now UpWork) for technical writer projects. Why would I do that after the most enjoyable year I had as an English teacher? Mostly the challenge of knowing the true value of my talents and experiences; after all, I had written my own lesson plans, exams, and ghostwritten grant letters as well as created this blog that most of you have read from since 2012. It wasn’t boredom per se, but I wanted to utilize everything I had learned over the course of this lifetime into a way of simplifying processes to an easy-to-read level.

One thing I must pass on:  the work is definitely underappreciated. My greatest challenge comes from the pay and timeline – as in customers want their products yesterday for a flat ten dollars in the most succinct detail possible. The competition is brutal – from what I’ve experienced in bidding wars, the winners typically work for pennies on the dollar per word and the services are often outsourced to Second World nations.  For the few bids I was able to win, it was for local projects that I essentially served as a ghost writer.

I have learned several lessons from my time actively pursuing tech writer projects and am sharing them below:

1)    Because I am a black man in a technical discipline, I already stand out. Therefore, I absolutely must stay abreast of industry trends for fear of falling behind and out of work. Way back in 2002, I was a monster with web development yet the need to survive (as in paying Sallie Mae and keeping a hoopty somewhat functional) outweighed my choice of employment opportunities. Even in central Arkansas, everyone looked to working for the same tech companies:  Alltel, Acxiom, or a regional IT firm. The independent economy was still in its infantile stages and sadly, I didn’t know what I thought I did.
2)    Stay encouraged. You may not get a phone call returned or an email replied, or become the subject of a disciplinary message (I was part of one and I won’t say which employer) due to an overlooked detail, but it happens. I busted my a** to get to this point, so tucking tail and running away just as the job starts to slow down and get easier would be the worst thing to happen.
3)    Being unique is strength to be valued; cookie-cutter employees are the first to be replaced.  I may not always feel that way about my current employer as some members of the senior management team and floor supervisors underscore my worth because they do not always see the tangibles brought to the table. People do remember you simply for being there and taking an interest in what they do, and if you can make an impact in your current role, then you carry leverage come evaluation day – and when someone chooses to reward said gifts.
4)    Help someone up the ladder – as in mentorship. It does not cost anything to help someone up the ladder even if they end up climbing to a higher step than you. Not only do you feel better, but others also recognize another facet of leadership since you have developed a mentee who had become a success.
5)    Just because I work for myself does not mean disregard the three C’s:  concise, clear, and coherent. I still expect myself to explain processes clearly in a manner than they are easily understood without the use of flowery language. The need to flex your vocabulary sometimes is a deterrent to those who require a simpler verbiage.


While most of the technical writer jobs I see daily online are on the coasts and in larger cities, the talent and opportunities are there in Middle America. It may take a little more effort to be seen, but hard work and using our brains will yield a greater reward. For me, my biggest takeaway is to remain even-keeled through the highs and lows of contract work since it will not make me a rich man. 

Sunday, March 13, 2016

The Introverted Dad and His Extroverted Daughter

As I write this post, my daughter Caeli is hopefully asleep. She is the joy of my life and because everything for her is brand-new, it is much more enjoyable for the two of us. One thing I have discovered is she has her mom’s personality – even when she is quiet, Chastity is someone you do not miss. Me? I’m better off in the corner reading a book or newspaper than having to make what seems to be awkward conversation with relatives or childhood friends who still have me in one narrow little binder and lately, I’d rather be in the backyard smoking various meats.

My days are no longer my own, for they belong in this order:  God, Chastity, Caeli, Mount Zion, close friends, family, neighbors, and the rest of you. Rineco Chemicals fits somewhere in the mix, and after this long, I seem to have made my penance with those peaceful nights working in the control room beyond the riffs from Foo Fighters and those hilarious voices emanating from my walkie-talkie.

Fortunately, my daughter allows me to be a curator of her experiences. What do I mean by that?

While being her dad is lot more fun – and challenging – than I ever imagined, I also have the advantage of culling the banal with fistfuls of fun and more excitement than Pontiac tried to play up in the 1980s over any car outside of the Knight Rider Firebird. As much as I love playing airplane and Peek-A-Boo! with Caeli, I’m sure she’s just as happy during story time or when she finds that sweet spot on daddy’s shoulder to take a nap on.

Yes, I have become a co-sponsor of fun: Chastity and Little Miss Sunshine both have cuteness overload on lock in addition to their combined outgoing nature of go-go-go. They are the ones who get to go to the doctor’s office matching from head to toe and take crazy selfies in the car as well as the two-toothed grins and laughs during playtime.

How have I learned to manage myself in the minefield of small talk and quick jaunts to Wal-Mart without running to the mental ward or to the newly opened liquor stores in the past thirteen months? Prayer, strength, and the fact that my in-laws live eight miles away for the extremely rare instances I have had to drop Caeli off. But…there’s more!
You see me rollin'...

I’ve learned to turn my obstacles into opportunities by relying on the grandparents for help.  Since Tim and Edna (my in-laws) live eight miles away and are really enjoying being grandparents, why not utilize their time and resources? It frees me up to take of business around the house, get a few hours of much-needed shuteye, or interview with prospective employers. Sometimes I just need a few hours to myself beyond the ninety minutes between my shift ending and hitting the sack for another five or six hours of sleep. Nonetheless, they are overjoyed with spending quality time with their only granddaughter.

No need in stopping with just the grandparents – we have great friends and neighbors to rely upon. While Cooper, Lorelei, and Samone are around her age, their parents also are appreciative of play dates. It’s also easy to walk next door or across the street during NFL season when New England is playing either Pittsburgh or Green Bay and vice versa knowing that the babies have playmates to make the times more special. Remember, we parents are the curators of our children’s memories, so let’s keep those as positive and exciting as possible.

Due to our circumstances and legitimate health concerns, we haven’t been able to bring Caeli along to very many parties. That will probably change as her play cousin Parker turns six and the following month her first cousin Aston becomes a big four-year-old boy. People will ogle and mosey themselves into snapshots that may or may not make it to social media (no worries – daddy has the majority of those pictures on the cloud), and she becomes more of an asset than a liability. Babies have a way of being the life of the party that even drunken nineteen-year-old fraternity boys envy. When she finally tires out, Caeli falls asleep; as the introverted parent, that is our cue to exit stage left.
Thanksgiving:  Ryan, Aston, Caeli

I absolutely cannot forget the single people in my life that might enjoy spending time with my daughter. Before Caeli was born, my sister-in-law Leeshun implicitly helped me figure out this uncle thing through Markel, Josh, Deshawn, and Evona. Instead of sitting around the apartment, I took the younger three out either individually or together for basketball or play dates and pizza to build some semblance of a relationship with them. As for Markel, I owe him a little more than the old Oklahoma drills from football two-a-days. They all are old enough to talk about stuff that happened at home or during the school days that I needed to know about – and some that simply made me shake my head. Any count, we all had fun.

Remember that even as an introvert, my daughter has needs too, including those that she may not be fully able to properly manage yet. For example, if we decide to jump around on daddy’s lap after immediately finishing a bottle, there is the potential that Caeli may throw up all over us and the floor. She wants to play yet we need to let that milk work its way through her developing digestive system before we resume playing again. Because she is her momma’s baby, she also requires a morning nap which we are able to squeeze in after morning therapy – during that time, I usually cook the evening’s dinner in addition to peruse LinkedIn and/or edit past blog postings. The naps are practically mandatory for a happy baby in the afternoon and nights when she hears or sees the other parent at the end of the day.

I’ve never been a fan of big crowds and anything over twenty people makes me feel uncomfortable. Of course, my church family didn’t know this about me until the past sentence – I can cast that uneasy feeling aside thanks to prayer and the strength to show an outward confidence in serving God through whom all things are possible. I still have to take care of my mental health, and that includes learning how to say no. I need some downtime to recharge my batteries and I shouldn’t feel any shame for doing so because at the end of the day, I am still Caeli’s daddy.

Lastly, I have to relax my expectations. Yeah, yeah, I know; I want Caeli to graduate from an Ivy League university but if she follows her parents’ footsteps and becomes a second-generation Reddie alum, I’ll be equally proud of her. Looking back on childhood, we had a slew of unstructured solitary play time where we were sent outside to play with the dog, ride our bikes up and down Friendship Road, or go exploring in the woods behind the house. I also must resist the temptation to enroll Caeli in MMA on her fourth birthday or Girl Scouts soon after and generally overbooking her life after the 3:30 bell rings at Springhill or Collegeville elementary schools. When I allow her to find ways to occupy her time freely (she’s one year old; I’m still watching in the same room if not in the next one), she follows the example and becomes more independent while knowing Da-Da is never more than a few steps away.

Being an introverted dad has necessitated the need to revise survival strategies in dealing with the outside world – liquid courage quickly becomes a weakness and babies do not respect hangovers. I do love that my daughter is such an extroverted child and she has not encountered a mean face – everyone loves babies, you know. The newness of life and the adventures that every day provides are teaching tools that prepare both of us for the future as well as shape her values and decision-making skills.


Dad's Stress Reliever

Many of you know what I tend to do to relieve stress (Hint:  I don’t always write, but this also provides tons of quiet time) and it benefits everyone hours later. I get to plan ahead, work out some creative ideas for the blog and make blueprints for the patio or whatever I am working on, and otherwise pound multiple cans of Miller Lite or this week's favorite cold craft beer in the backyard.

What is my stress reliever?

Barbecue.

I did not say grilling, I said barbecue. There is a significant difference in the two actions.

Grilling is cooking meat over a direct fire in a short amount of time. Barbecuing is cooking meat over an indirect fire at a longer pace, hence the saying “low and slow”.

Even at this juncture in the post, I am dreaming about smoking a beef brisket, two Boston butts, a few St. Louis spareribs, and some leg quarters. I admit that my bone-in chicken game is pretty weak compared to the ribs, yet it is the final frontier before I can even consider myself as a decent pit master. I chalk that up to not practicing enough with the backyard pimp, as my in-laws have lovingly called chicken; who wants to be the guy who spends all night on the smoker only to come away with undercooked chicken and banned from the family cookout? Not this guy. We don’t want it to look like I paid for the toys and the beer only to present some weak grub that will not be easily forgiven or forgotten.

 Which is why, in 2016, I will make barbecue great again!
Grill, Charcoal, Barbecue Grill, Carbon
Am I giving away my secrets? You’d better talk to my wife or read from some other blogger because I’m not talking. However, I am a huge proponent of Applewood chunks when I smoke pork. Everything else, you’d have to be there to see greatness in action.

What are my weapons of mass inclusion?

They are the following:  My grill, smoker, a lawn chair, beer, plenty of wood and charcoal to keep the fire stoked, a thermometer for the meats, and time. Depending on the cut of meat, time could be as short as three hours (ham, turkey) or almost sixteen hours (brisket). The grill pictured below sees quick food such as hamburgers, steaks, salmon, and kabobs; the kind men and women at Little Rock’s own PK Grills suggest that smoking meat for a long time is equally effective for a great cook. I’d rather be able to pass the kids hot dogs and cheeseburgers from the PK than losing that good smoke and steady temperature due to opening and closing the cooker.

For smaller smokes, I have a vertical smoker. You don’t have to break the bank for a brand name, and with my green Master Forge vertical, you also need a place in the yard where a burned hole in the midst of green grass is not a cause for consternation. That means Brinkman and Weber are okay for one or two turkey breasts or a more compact meat such as ham. I’ve done ribs on mine but without trimming the edges, I have had some issues with fitment. It doesn’t mean the cook will be less successful just there are some challenges that come with it.
Master Forge vertical smoker

At the present, I haven’t put the new offset smoker through its paces or learned how it cooks due to the rain and other time constraints, but you’ll find out by Memorial Day what the Oklahoma Joe is capable of. 
Daddy's new toy
Should I pass on a secret? Sure, I guess.

DADDY'S RIBS

1 rack of St. Louis spareribs
Secret spices 
Apple cider vinegar (apple juice is OK)

·        Stretch out the ribs and apply the secret spices. I don’t trim the membrane on my ribs, but feel free if that is your thing.
·        Place said ribs in the refrigerator overnight to marinate in its own seasonings. If you don’t have all night, then do it at least one hour before they hit the smoker.
·        Light the smoker. I use charcoal and Applewood, so get the temperature up to 250 degrees and the water pan full of tap or spring water. If you use gas or an electric smoker, still get the temperature to 250. (Since I’m not versed in either technology, I prefer to stick to what I know but to each his own. I’ve tried apple juice, but for my cooks, it isn’t always cost-effective; part of barbecuing is using the resources made available without giving away the farm chasing one or two special items. Besides, apple juice is for breakfast.
·        After the smoker reaches temperature and charcoals are white-hot from the ash, lay the ribs on the smoker. I know people who go directly over the flame and finish in ninety minutes, but I tend to go low and slow. At the end of the first hour, I turn over the ribs for an even cook on the other side and continue smoking. Don’t forget to spritz the ribs with the apple cider at each turn.
·        Depending on the time and how the ribs have progressed, I do take them off the smoker briefly to wrap them in aluminum foil, apply another spritz of apple cider, and return to the smoker for another two hours. At this point, I don’t have to do much more than manage heat and add water to the pan if needed.  
·        After 4 to 4 ½ hours, check the ribs for temperature. If they are at least 185-190 degrees, give yourself an “Atta boy” and remove them from the smoker to rest for another 30 minutes before slicing. If your ribs fall off the bone, then they are overcooked. Maybe next time…
·        During the rest period, I usually sauce the ribs not to cover up what I accomplished earlier, only to accentuate the meat.
·        After the meat is sliced, share and enjoy!
Ribs, Meat, Bbq, Barbecue, Bbq Ribs

Where there is smoke, there is fire – and in my backyard, a lot of meat lay in its final destination before it ends up on plates and in stomachs. Barbecue for me is a relatively cheap and tasty stress reliever and one that I can pick up tips from my brethren and YouTube without worrying about being a burden to them. Almost everything tastes better with a little smoke, even dessert; nothing says naptime is coming like a grilled banana sundae and brownie. 

Acknowledging A Spiritual Butt-Whooping

It’s Sunday, the Lord’s day. Why am I working?

I know every day is the Lord’s day, but isn’t Sunday the seventh day, the Sabbath?

El domingo esta el dia que no trabajamos nada, verdad?

I used to not work on Sundays, but I guess greed overtook me.

Forgive me.

I’m sorry, God.


Before I Knew Better, I Asked To Be Free. Here Is What Came of It.

I just gotta be free!
Free from the mundane, everything-has-a-reason,
I don’t know just won’t cut it
          Life I live.
Free to lie in bed all day and watch Sportscenter.
Or HGTV and pick up more ideas on how to pimp my pad.
Free from “Ced’s gonna buy me this and this and this”
And “he never listens to me” and “you work too much.”
What else can I be free from?
Free from the niggafication America seems to adore,
          Pants sagging to the floor and throwback jerseys du jour.
Free to further break the mold –
I’m tired of you saying I am a white man with black skin.
May I have permission to enjoy the outdoors?
Is there anything wrong with watching golf of voting Republican?
(Keep in mind I wrote this line ten years ago, before the Tea Party and rise of Klanservatives everywhere – in Congress, state legislatures, Breitbart fans, and Trump rallies)
Free to stand up as a practicing Christian,
Unlike those showtime choir members and whorish ministers, faking one Sunday to the next.
God is not a light switch, and neither should our faith in Him resemble it.
Remember WWJD? Well, I do. It’s a tough road,
          But somebody’s gotta at least try to venture it.
Free to say no and mean it –
If all I say is yes, then I will put myself in the crematory early.
Free to release my creativity –
The zipper comes as a bonus. Did I forget to zip my fly again?
Tricky Girbaud jeans.
I’ve gotta be free!!



Friday, March 4, 2016

You Ain't Gotta Lie To Kick It

You know who you are and why you voted for Donald Trump, but I’m not about to shame anyone into submission for it:  All you did was make your worldviews and thought processes known for the rest of us.  I’m not much better for it (I held my nose as I voted for Hillary Clinton. At least we have an idea of what she brings to the table) but at least I am honest about my choice of candidates. Honestly, I would have crossed over to support Gov. John Kasich; unfortunately, no one wants to hear the grownups in the room anymore and he didn’t exactly bring a compelling reason to choose him as POTUS 45.

Maybe this is why Jon Huntsman was run out of the 2012 primary as swiftly as he was – no one wants to hear the centrist’s truth.

Why do you like the guy so much? I’ve heard several people say he “tells it like it is”, which is code for he says the really racist stuff I would like to get away with and because he says it, it means that it is okay for me to do the same. For whom is he making America great again for – beyond heterosexual white males? Sure as hell isn’t me. Are you trying to go back to 1964 or 1863, times when being educated and black mean nothing as I still am colored or worse first? 


If you endorsed the man, own it. Understand what you’re getting yourselves into by following the dollars and sheer entertainment value instead of the man’s record. If you are still callously ignorant even after that statement, you clearly didn’t pay attention in your high school civics classes, have your heads buried in the sand, or are so comfortable with yourselves that you actually yearn for the Nixon or Reagan years. I’ll gladly remind you how that worked out:  Nixon brought the Southern Strategy into play, and Reagan expanded the rhetoric of hatred and racism to something today’s Trump (or Ted Cruz) supporters embody. Some of the following side effects include a sitting President disgracefully resigning;  the early 1980s recessions and the crash in 1987; Reagan feigning ignorance about apartheid in South Africa and the trumped-up (excuse the pun) War On Drugs; and the Willie Horton advertisement that sunk Michael Dukakis in 1988. Are all of their supporters racists? No, but if they do not stand up to disavow the language, then I certainly think that birds of a feather do flock together.  


Way back in 1998, New Orleans sensation (and No Limit Records artist) Silkk the Shocker told you that you ain’t gotta lie to kick it. In 2016, these words still hold true. 

If this guy is the one you want as your party’s standard bearer, feel free to choose and ride with him. It is more of indictment of you the callous voter who thinks you are immune to discrimination as well as the apparent education level attained. As I’ve said about Saline County*, low taxes are not everything – and too many of you are too busy looking at the short-term dollars versus the long-term benefits. What about people like me? The Republican Party lost me after Hurricane Katrina and the Tea Party takeover in 2010 made that exit a permanent one, meaning the Party of Lincoln and Eisenhower is now the party of Nixon, Reagan, Bush, Trump, Cruz, Limbaugh, and Fox News.


You ain’t gotta lie to kick it. Four years ago, you wanted a clear conservative yet went for Mitt Romney. Your true morals are for the white guys with a fistful of dollars and no moral turpitude whatsoever saying/doing anything to get votes. If he wins November 8, it will be your fault for falling for the bright lights – and proof that when black progress happens, the conservative backlash is some kind of nasty!

*We Saline County residents pay some of the highest sales taxes in the state. Those who disagree love their properties and material things more than the people who are not so fortunate.  Also, stop falling for the “low taxes” fallacy; in some circles, it can also mean anti-black or brown and possibly discriminatory to the working poor assuming they haven’t fallen for the trap.