Archive for April, 2014

Y’all know I can get started without giving my lil girl a plug. Please take a read of my oldest’s blog at http://maige23.wordpress.com/. Great inspirational reading from a young lady who brings it everyday. Love you Shuggy!!! Now on with it!!!!

I am going to deal with 2 subjects today. First, my quick take on Donald Sterling. This was a long time coming. The racist comments, the slumlord real estate deals, the criminal negligence of his stewardship of the LA Clippers, we can keep naming them. He had no business being a pro sports team owner. The league got it right today. Beyond all of the commentary, I put blame on the former commissioner David Stern. He was a staunch advocate of protecting the brand of the NBA. But he knew who Donald Sterling was and never pressed to getting that dealt with. Maybe the Clippers players can now play in peace. That is enough on that. SMH!!!!

My second subject is something that my pastor posted on Facebook. It is as follows: “Church planters: when you look at ministry and think it’s all about having a cool church with a rocking worship team please realize that there are LOTS of hurting & broken people out there that need you beyond Sunday morning and most of what you do no one will ever see. There are things you cannot delegate. You will have to get your hands dirty, there’s no way around it. #realtalk” When I read this I jumped up and shouted “AMEN!” So let me put my spin on this. (This is tough sledding but still…) In my experience, I stress my experience, it is not often when the pastor goes out and gets his or hers hands dirty. In my experience, it has been often the stance of the church to keep the pastor away from these activities and place them in status of neighborhood celebrity. Everything is plush, the church is constantly rolling out the red carpet every Sunday for the pastor and yet the neighborhood that the church is in is struggling. We seems to buy into the production of it all. The bigger the stage the better we think things are. Yet people are starving, homeless, cast out on the margins three doors down from the church. Power is not coming from the Word, praise and worship but from the cleverness of a “charismatic” preacher. Where and when did we become so Hollywood???

Instead of suits and robes, maybe we need to be in work clothes. Instead of all of the internal entertainment, maybe we fight the good fight out in these streets. Maybe instead of so much patting and swaying, maybe we tell someone on how Christ saved us. In my clergy/ministerial experience, I never wanted nor desired the “celebrity status”. I am a regular guy, with God-given quirky skill set and a testimony to tell. That is just my .02 cents worth…Let me know what you think….

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Brotherly Love

Posted: April 20, 2014 in Uncategorized

Y’all know I can get started without giving my lil girl a plug. Please take a read of my oldest’s blog at http://maige23.wordpress.com/. Great inspirational reading from a young lady who brings it everyday. Now on to the reading.

Easter 2014 and my Facebook posting says it best: “The pause button was pressed on my day today at 10:36 AM CDT when I received the news that Kelvin Douglas Ferguson went home to glory. He was a brother and family. I am still wrapping my heart and head around all of this….More thoughts later.” I will try to unpack some of my thoughts here. Big Kev’s passing has hit me the same way that my brother Shawn King’s passing of 3 years ago. In the Charles and Odessa Coulter Sr household, I am the youngest of 3. I have 2 older sisters. Yet, I considered Big Kev and Shawn my brothers. Kelvin and I grew up in school together, played football together and against each other at rival high schools. We always stayed tight even when I went off to college and moved to Dallas. Shawn and I grew up at NC State, went to class together, played basketball, hung out, traveled, worked and laughed together. We were still tight even as we got married, moved away and went onto our next phase of life. Yet my brothers are gone.

I can’t imagine the emptiness that Kacey (Kelvin’s wife) or Tiffany (Shawn’s wife) feel. I can’t imagine the pain that Kev’s and Shawn’s mothers feel. I can’t imagine how Kev’s sisters and Shawn’s brothers feel. I would never try to compare my sadness to theirs. I do know this, Big Kev and Shawn are my brothers and I love them.

When I talked to Kelvin a couple of weeks ago, I told him this. I thank God for that. Kev was a good man, loved his wife, loved his kids and loved his family. This brother worked hard and he gave just like others before him gave to him. He loved “The Fellas” and it always felt right when all of the stars would align and we could get together. Going home will really be different now. Nevertheless, Kelvin Ferguson, you are my brother and I love you. Just my .02 cents….