Jeremiah 3:15-17 - The blog of pastor.ctj

This piece was written in July of 2006. Anyone who has ever done any kind of customer service will recognize the scenario... phones.. phone rings shards of broken glass hit my ears. try to be polite she is yelling, ...oh no... want to say 'Go away',  instead say "How may I help you?" with a smile. What did you say your name was? want to say 'You weren't listening because your behind was screaming.' say "Cyril, C-Y-R-I-L" "PHIL? ok PHIL... You people need to..." teeth clench... I close my eyes and begin to fade, the cruise ship docks and I am in Bermuda, going to my cousin's house near the beach. Just as I relax, I hear her, like a growling dog. but my peace is restored. I am nice and polite.  I give her the 15 second answer to her 10 second question (surrounded by 5 minutes of griping). "Thanks Phil, you've been a great help." I wipe the blood from my ears... phone rings sha...

Today I met my phobia, Today I saw my fears, For today I saw a brother, With an afro in his ears… At first it prompted wonder But then it caused me tears ‘cause I NEVER want to be a man With an afro in his ears… Not grey and sparce like the others This hair grew black and strong, Not thinning like the top of his head This hair was thick and long… It stood out proudly as he walked A sight for all to see, But while it clearly lifted him It nearly paralyzed me. For I desire not ‘nary a one From my own ears to sprout And as soon as I catch sight of one I’m quick to pull it out Not so this brother, not this man His happiness is clear To have it bushy, black and long That afro in his ears… © CT Jermin 2012