Sunday, September 27, 2020

Snack Time: Two-Bite Pizza Poppers

This recipe is written for the oven, but you know me well enough that I'll try it on the grill. Check this out:  

2-BITE PIZZA PEPPER POPPERS 🍕 🌶 

5 mini peppers, sliced in half 
1/2 cup marinara
1/2 cup mozzarella, shredded
Mini pepperoni 

Drizzle peppers with olive oil.  Stuff with sauce, cheese and pepperoni! 

Pop these babies in a 350 degree oven for 12 to 15 minutes! Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

It's OK to Cry

Throughout 2020, we have lost a lot of our heroes, relatives, contemporaries, and people who have impacted our lives more than we ever imagined.

Kobe Bryant.

Congressman John Lewis.

Congressman Elijah Cummings.

Chadwick Boseman.

George Floyd.

Breonna Taylor.

Georgetown Hoyas men’s basketball Coach John Thompson.

Countless legends of our ‘hoods and families, including my own cousin Kavon.

Yet we are told to stay strong through all of the circumstances not only within our own communities but also in the face of sheer hatred. But when the strength runs low and we find ourselves alone, we can finally exhale…and we wail. I didn’t say cry, nor did I use the word sob: I SAID WAIL.

Wailing is OK; sometimes the pain is too great to have to carry alone, and there may be underlying conditions for the visceral reactions when we do finally cry. For a season, we have to allow ourselves the time to grieve – and contrary to how visitors see things – in our own way. No one can legislate how you should feel, nor shall they feel that those sorrowful feelings require a specific expediency to his or her own selfish desires.

Feel free to be dejected.

Accept the dark days in the valleys of life. We are not always meant to be strong, and shedding a tear is part of being human as we are not robotic. Besides, letting it out does wonders to our collective blood pressure as it relieves a valve that we suppress to prevent any sign of weakness.

It is OK to cry.


Monday, September 7, 2020

Dear White Evangelicals:

“Dear White Evangelicals,
I need to tell you something: People have had it with you.
They’re done.
They want nothing to do with you any longer, and here’s why:
They see your hypocrisy, your inconsistency, your incredibly selective mercy, and your thinly veiled supremacy.
For eight years they watched you relentlessly demonize a black President; a man faithfully married for 26 years; a doting father and husband without a hint of moral scandal or the slightest whiff of infidelity.
They watched you deny his personal faith convictions, argue his birthplace, and assail his character—all without cause or evidence. They saw you brandish Scriptures to malign him and use the laziest of racial stereotypes in criticizing him.
And through it all, White Evangelicals—you never once suggested that God placed him where he was,
you never publicly offered prayers for him and his family,
you never welcomed him to your Christian Universities,
you never gave him the benefit of the doubt in any instance,
you never spoke of offering him forgiveness or mercy,
your evangelists never publicly thanked God for his leadership,
your pastors never took to the pulpit to offer solidarity with him,
you never made any effort to affirm his humanity or show the love of Jesus to him in any quantifiable measure.
You violently opposed him at every single turn—without offering a single ounce of the grace you claim as the heart of your faith tradition. You jettisoned Jesus as you dispensed damnation on him.
And yet you give carte blanche to a white Republican man so riddled with depravity, so littered with extramarital affairs, so unapologetically vile, with such a vast resume of moral filth—that the mind boggles.
And the change in you is unmistakable. It has been an astonishing conversion to behold: a being born again.
With him, you suddenly find religion.
With him, you’re now willing to offer full absolution.
With him, all is forgiven without repentance or admission.
With him you’re suddenly able to see some invisible, deeply buried heart.
With him, sin has become unimportant, compassion no longer a requirement.
With him, you see only Providence.
And White Evangelicals, all those people who have had it with you—they see it all clearly.
They recognize the toxic source of your inconsistency.
They see that pigmentation and party are your sole deities.
They see that you aren’t interested in perpetuating the love of God or emulating the heart of Jesus.
They see that you aren’t burdened to love the least, or to be agents of compassion, or to care for your Muslim, gay, African, female, or poor neighbors as yourself.
They see that all you’re really interested in doing, is making a God in your own ivory image and demanding that the world bow down to it.
They recognize this all about white, Republican Jesus—not dark-skinned Jesus of Nazareth.
And I know you don’t realize it, but you’re digging your own grave in these days; the grave of your very faith tradition.
Your willingness to align yourself with cruelty is a costly marriage. Yes, you’ve gained a Supreme Court seat, a few months with the Presidency as a mouthpiece, and the cheap high of temporary power—but you’ve lost a whole lot more.
You’ve lost an audience with millions of wise, decent, good-hearted, faithful people with eyes to see this ugliness.
You’ve lost any moral high ground or spiritual authority with a generation.
You’ve lost any semblance of Christlikeness.
You’ve lost the plot.
And most of all you’ve lost your soul.
I know it’s likely you’ll dismiss these words. The fact that you’ve even made your bed with such malevolence, shows how far gone you are and how insulated you are from the reality in front of you.
But I had to at least try to reach you. It’s what Jesus would do.”
John Pavlovitz
PS:  If you wonder why people are leaving the church in droves, perhaps one would be wise to look in the mirror and reflect upon your own actions versus what was said or taught Sunday mornings at 11 am. 

Sunday, September 6, 2020

Our Love Story

My wife doesn't know this, but she just did a ghostwriting bid for AD&AD. Fortunately, I don't have to pay her for the post. In the words of Mrs. Chastity Armstrong:  



Let me tell y'all about this guy whom I met at Henderson State University Fall of '97.  We quickly became friends and interested at the same time.  I remember when going to Garrison Hall it was almost a guarantee I would see him as well.  

Well one day I told my friend Monica Creggett Brown "watch I'll end up marrying him."

Through separate relationships for both of us, we maintained contact.  So one day we found ourselves asking the question did we want to try.  I questioned then if it would mess up our friendship that we had built.  

Fast forward to Jan.1, 2008..(long story)..and December 25, 2010..(long story)....well August 6, 2011 we decided to share our love and pronounce to all we were are a united team. 
Thanks A. Cedric Armstrong for all the love you have shown me since that day we met.  I love you and I'm so glad we decided to give it the ol' Reddie try LOL.

I pray we have many many more anniversaries to celebrate together.  Happy 9th Anniversary babe 

P.S.  I love you this <------------------------------------------->much!