Brothren and Sistren,
Grace and Peace, I hope that this letter finds you in good health, wholeness and strength. I have not put the ink from the pen to the paper in this neck of the woods for many weeks now. I would come in now and again and sneak a peak at the myriad of Word and thought. Nevertheless my pen seemed silent.
I have this canvas messenger bag that I carry across my shoulder and back daily. It usually contains a bottle of water, fruit, weapon of choice, at least one good book, and last but never the least a old school composition book and black ink ball point pen. It is with this book that I am constantly scribbling unfinished thoughts and inspired words. It really comes in handy on my commute within NYC. I am usually on the 'A' or 'C' train jotting my life away.
With all of the things that I write and think about for the last few months, God, has placed an overwhelming Word in my consciousness, dreams and vision. I will try my best to place it out there in the next few days...the theme or topic of this discourse is "Why Am I Afraid For My Sons?" It is very difficult for me to convey this message because the in-pouring of the imagery, feeling, revelation and question is intensely overflowing. I will try to do my best in the next few days in making this message simple, plain, and clear.
I went to Toronto in August and had another first great experience. First of all I must confess that it was my first time ever to leave the United States. Let me tell you about WOW = Wonderful Outstanding Woman....NOT!!!...that's my business...HOW BOUT DAT? LOL....Beloved I will catch up with you folks a little later....One LOVE
