Abandoned Visions And Forgotten Dreams
Congratulations!! Day number 6 in this “year of firsts” has arrived. Thank you for getting up and showing up as we walk one step closer to achieving great things. Out of respect for the great women who showed up, I’m asking all the great men standing in the presence of these “queens” to take a few seconds to tip our hats as one before we proceed. I don’t know about you but I still honestly believe “a woman is a man’s most valuable resource.” So please reassure the women we meet on the streets with a smile and the security of your powerful presence as they venture forth outside the safety of their homes. I pray 2007 will be the “first” year the women of our blended, extended families will not fear any of the God-fearing men in their lives. Thank you for doing your part to stop the domestic abuse that traumatized somebody’s mommy, sister, or daughter. They deserve nothing less from a real man. As always, the choice to do so is yours alone to make.
Today’s entry, The Valley Of Sun Dried Bones, is a brief excerpt from one the chapters in Part I of my soon to be released book. Manchild is the protagonist of this reality-based novel. This particular passage was inspired in part by Ezekiel 37:1-14 located in the Old Testament. Here’s 2 quick questions for each of you to ponder even if you’re not currently sitting in a valley between 2 mountains. What vision(s) have you abandoned? What dream(s) have you forgotten? Think about it. I hope you brought your dictionary because the following paragraphs may include a few unfamiliar words for you to incorporate into your personal and professional conversations. Enjoy. God willing, we’ll discuss what you discover today at a later date. May the peace of God fill the hearts of your gifted souls until we meet again.
THE VALLEY OF SUN DRIED BONES
Manchild wept uncontrollably in a congested valley littered with sun bleached bones and mounds of rotten skin covering the abandoned visions never birthed by the broken, unfulfilled people Fear killed. He cried for all the great people who died bearing the weight of protruding bellies still stuffed with the undigested remains of the full course meals of their unmet potential. Alas, one perpetual lie infiltrated humanity’s global village unimpeded and emotionally divided generations of valiant men with vision from the most valuable resource our blended, extended families had — virtuous women of substance. Curiosity compels him to discover what happened to all these great people before their emaciated souls died in the valley of sun-dried bones next to a massive pile of abandoned visions and forgotten dreams.
As Manchild sits silently in a valley littered with the dried bones of great people divinely destined to achieve greatness, he ponders the endless parade of possibilities now buried inside the abandoned visions his ancestors must have seen. So he compiles his own list of excuses with the last legendary lists of bricks in the imaginary walls previous generations created after failing to cross Jordan’s River. He compares both lists of excuses with his own list of metaphorical bricks he added to the thick wall built by the imaginations of great men and women. It amazes him that all the lists contained the same excuses previous generations used to justify why the current residents of Can’t Dew Nobetter won’t try to exceed their own self-imposed limitations anymore.
“But by grace go I,” whispered Manchild as he tried in vain to keep walking reverently through a wide valley filled with the sun-dried bones of the forgotten dreams Fear killed. An odious smell impossible to ignore reminded his startled soul of the same unforgettable stench the thief of Unbelief leaves behind on every trail Fear takes. No wonder great nations of great people — who were divinely destined to achieve the greatness they desired — never acquired the supernatural level of wisdom needed to believe what their spiritually blinded peers lacked the mental acuity to conceive. But the self-deceived souls who believed the lie recycled the same excuses previous generations of great people used to form the bricks in the wall their imaginations built after their great fall. So he sits down just long enough to regain his composure after the unadulterated truth about what happened to generations of great people hits him in his awe struck face.
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