In Week 22 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Tassie…

Mrs. Tassie Avant Rosamond
Mrs. Rosamond with the two Luckett boys.
Mrs. Rosamond's sign welcoming you to her classroom
Mrs. Rosamond's classroom in 2015
Mrs. Rosamond's classroom in 2011
Mrs. Rosamond welcoming Roman on his first day of school in 4th grade
Flowers and gifts for the excellent teach Tassie Avant Rosamond on Henderson Ward Stewart Awards Day
Chris Luckett graduating with high honors in 2020.

Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, May 29, 2021.

In Week 22 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Tassie Avant Rosamond.

A sign hangs above the door as you leave her classroom that reads, "Love does not give everybody the same thing. Love gives everybody what they need."

Melissa and I have had the distinct pleasure to have Mrs. Rosamond as a 4th grade teacher for both of our sons who are 5 years apart. We had such a wonderful experience with our eldest son, Chris, that I was afraid Momma Bear Melissa Luckett would threaten someone's life to get our youngest son, Roman, into her class (since, at the time, teachers were assigned based on lottery). But by the grace of God, or an act of intimidation that I was not party to or aware of, Roman was also able to enjoy the benefit of the Rosamond Experience.

"Enjoy" and "experience" are words very befitting of Mrs. Rosamond's classroom. Before you can even cross the threshold of her doorway, you're met with lights, glitter, drapery and signs telling you how happy Mrs. Rosamond is to have you in her world. And when you do pass through the portal into her room, that's what you step into -a world that in practice delivers fully on the promise made by its outward appearance. It's a space of curiosity, exploration, possibility and love. When our children were in her classroom -who, it's worth noting again were 5 years apart, they enjoyed her class so intensely that they did not want to miss a single day. The highlight of the year, for both of our sons, was the aptly named "Rosamondville". Over the course of a week or so, the classroom is transformed into a small city. Students select careers that pay Rosamond Bucks, to simulate how lifestyle choices and business decisions affect their wealth. But most importantly, Mrs. Rosamond taught these little humans the dignity of all work -how different jobs and functions support the others, how they're inextricably linked, how we need each other. Just wow.

Mrs. Rosamond's commitment to her students didn't stop with the already abundant blessing of a fun, stimulating and healthy environment for our kids -that's amazingly where it begins. Mrs. Rosamond was devoted to seeing each of her students stretched, challenged and encouraged to the full measure of their ability. It is an unpopular but unfortunate reality that programs like "PEAK", "VIVA", honor programs and AP courses are de facto segregation and often used as safe havens for white children in public school districts with high minority populations. Prior to Mrs. Rosamond's class, our eldest son Chris applied twice for the gifted program called PEAK. The first time, his mother and I were told he didn't make it but to try again next year. We were shocked but took it in stride. The second time we were told he didn't make the cut we asked for more detail as to why and were told he didn't perform well on the test. That was a red flag because, even putting our parental bias aside, Chris was a child that tested well on practically everything. When we asked to see his test, for some mysterious reason, it could not be produced. We spoke to principals and administrators to no avail. His mother and I decided that because the program was at the elementary level that it was not a battle worth going scorched earth for. But a couple of weeks into Mrs. Rosamond's class, she approached us and asked us if we had considered putting Chris into the gifted program. We shared with her that he had applied but didn't make it. She responded, "There's no way Chris didn't qualify. I'm looking into this." Within a few days -what we couldn't accomplish in weeks of meetings and appeals, she had our son in the gifted program. When others attempted to make us believe that our son, who later settled for a 29 on the ACT just because he didn't feel like taking the test again, was somehow deficient or unqualified, Mrs. Rosamond used her privilege, power and position to ensure that her student had every opportunity they deserved.

I only know Mrs. Rosamond in the context of being our children's teacher but she brings so much of herself, her values and what she believes to work that I feel like I know her. I don't know much about her faith but she has Jesus written all over her. She embodies to me what it means to bring the Kingdom to earth. When you step into her classroom, you step into a place of peace, justice and love. It looks, works and feels like a classroom where Jesus is King. She isn't a social justice warrior. She doesn't beat you over the head with what she believes. She isn't a sounding brass, or clanging cymbal. Mrs. Rosamond simply acts as someone who loves those around her. That's made all the difference in our lives -not only for our boys but for Melissa and I, as well. I'm grateful. #52WoG

52 Weeks Of Gratefulness #21 – Delloyd Cannon

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In Week 21 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Delloyd Cannon.

Some relationships must be meticulously cultivated in order for them to survive and bear fruit; talking everyday, hanging out, dinners, trips, birthdays, graduations, gifts, bail, etc. Then there are people like wild plum trees in Mississippi that you stumble upon with boughs of full, ripe, delicious fruit that are either an unexpected delight or refreshment in your time of need. These have been watered by God and this is what Delloyd Cannon is to me -a friend I did not earn but one that is a gift to me.

My life was undergoing a slow but significant transformation. I had not too long ago come through a battle with homelessness. The job I have at this point, selling cell phones at Cellular South, was what helped me get back on my feet. At the time, Cellular South had these tiny kiosks in Walmarts throughout the state of Mississippi. They were approximately 5′ x 5′, manned by one person and even with the spartan furnishings of just a chair and register there was barely enough room to turn around. Despite the cramped quarters, the job was enjoyable because of the wonderful people I got to meet and know. One day, this guy comes along with a smile as wide as the store aisle. His name: Delloyd Cannon. Within a few minutes of our first meeting we’re laughing. He asked me a little about my life and shared a little about his. By the time he left, I thought he might be the coolest and friendliest person I had ever met. After that, he’d stop by the kiosk once or twice a week just to speak. In a few months we became good friends. I was surprised to discover he was not long out of high school. I was surprised because he was mature well beyond his years. And, it so happened he was looking to move to an apartment. Within another few months we were roommates, which in itself was a testament of how impressed I was with him. As an introvert, I cannot overstate how much I enjoyed living alone but I enjoyed my friendship with Delloyd even more.

The most important part of the transformation I was undergoing was I had accepted Jesus Christ into my life and was struggling to align my day-to-day living with what I said I believed. My faith had the strength of a newborn baby while my flesh had that of a muscular, full grown man. Exposing myself to the wrong people or things could set me back years. But, as long as I’ve known Delloyd, he has done nothing to entice or encourage my fleshly appetites. While we were roommates, there was no porn, drugs or even a single drop of alcohol (not that alcohol is bad, but rather its abuse). Even with that, I was still battling mightily with fornication. But from those days until now, Delloyd diligently encouraged me in things that were good and praiseworthy; going back to school, starting a business, marriage, my first child, accepting my call to ministry. He has been there for it all. Fun fact: Delloyd and his beautiful wife Diajarta were the first couple I ever officiated a wedding for.

When we were roommates he would often introduce me to others as “big bro” but I’m sure I’ve learned more from him than the other way around. Another fun fact: Delloyd was the one who taught me to drive a manual transmission (stick shift) vehicle using his old blue Mazda B2000 truck. Besides that, he taught me a lot about being a true friend -lessons that I obviously have not perfected and am still growing into.

What I find most remarkable, is that all in the time we were roommates, I don’t think we ever darkened the doorstep of a church together or even cracked open the Bible together. Nevertheless, I say with great confidence that we loved each other. And, I firmly believe that when we love, we share God, and the better we know God, the more perfect our love becomes. This is evidenced by how my and Delloyd’s love for each other has developed as our respective relationships with God have developed. Also, God’s love never fails. Even after not seeing each other for years, when we reconnect, it’s like we had never been apart.

Delloyd Cannon is a precious gift to me -a friend who remains in my life not because of what I’ve done but because it’s simply who he is. He’s more than a friend. He’s my brother and I’m grateful. #52WoG

Originally posted to Facebook on May 22, 2021.

In Week 20 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Dr.…

Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, May 15, 2021.

In Week 20 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Dr. Bridget Plair and PEP Connections.

When I left corporate IT in the late 90s to start a technology services company of my own, I operated under business names like Luckett Technologies, Lutekk and Hometekk. But, none of these names felt like "it". My startup capital at the time was a toolbox with a few tools of the trade, a hope and prayer. With no money for advertising, word of mouth would be critical to growing the business. I needed a name that was catchy, easy to remember and clearly conveyed the services I offered.

I started out doing mostly home computer repair (back when computers had components you could service), until one day my roommate, Delloyd Cannon, introduced me to his cousin, Dr. Bridget Plair who owned the daycare, PEP Connections. Thinking back, to call her business a daycare is a gross understatement. Dr. Plair was an enterprising woman with a grand vision. She was always and I mean always looking to expand. And, Dr. Plair was also constantly looking for people she could grow and bring along for the journey.

A question that characterized my conversations with Dr. Plair was, "What else can you do?" Her growth oriented mindset constantly demanded the same from me. At a time when dial-up was still the most prevalent Internet connection and Ethernet was a relatively a new thing, Dr. Plair keenly saw the technology as infrastructure she could use to scale her business. She became the first client I installed an Ethernet network for. Not long after, she had me implement a paperless, touch-screen system on the network where parents could check in/out their children, receive important notices and even review their bill. Shortly after that, she opened a new administrative offices building and tasked me with connecting the networks of the two facilities over a VPN. The way technology has evolved over time makes many of these tasks childsplay today, but in the age before Wi-Fi, they were challenges that grew me tremendously as an I.T. professional.

Besides being someone who continually pushed me to explore my capabilities, Dr. Plair and her staff were a joy. Her office was a place that I looked forward to going. One day as I was entering the building, the children cheerfully and in unison greeted me, "Hey, Mr. Computer Man!" And, that became the name of my business for more than a decade.

My business flourished under the name Mr. Computer Man. I went on to secure contracts from companies like Wal-mart, Countrywide Home Loans and AmeriPrise Financial. But, many of the services my business provides to this day were originally developed at PEP Connections and due to Dr. Plair's investment in me. It would be more than fair to say that Dr. Plair's vision, example and guidance as a business woman made my business what it is today and I'm grateful. #52WoG

In Week 19 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Dr.…

In Week 19 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Dr. Chris Dewey. It was the late 90s. I…

Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, May 8, 2021.

In Week 19 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Dr. Chris Dewey.

It was the late 90s. I was a college student at Mississippi State and would occasionally pass a large glass storefront on Main Street that allowed a full view of the martial arts classes happening inside. On this particular day, the activity captivated my attention and I stopped in front of the studio to watch. Seeing me, Dr. Dewey motioned for me to come inside which began my journey of learning Ju Jutsu under his instruction.

It was a wonderful experience. He and his wife were so warm, welcoming and eager to share everything they had. I met a lot of amazing people there, among whom was Lynn Phillips-Gaines who became a business mentor and lifelong friend. I learned much more from that class than I could have ever anticipated. A lot of the lessons didn't unfold for me until much later, sometimes decades later, when specific life events gave occasion for their application. But, some lessons were drilled home right away -namely: honor and respect your opponent, the battle and the space where it is taking place. Disregard for any of these is an almost certain prescription for defeat.

A number of other lessons have proven useful throughout life such as; giving yourself more time (to make better decisions) by creating separation, reduce how much you're exerting yourself by understanding leverage and, my favorite, if I control your center (of gravity), I control you. The latter is something I find particularly instructive as a Christian when considering spiritual warfare.

In the book of James, that author warns that we are under assault. In James 1:14-15 he writes, "But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed. Then when desire has conceived it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death." Put another way, Jesus says in Matthew 6:21, "For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." Here, "heart" refers to your center -your desires, hopes; that on which your life centers. And, if I control your center, I control you.

I apply this by asking myself where is my treasure? What do I want most? What is my greatest hope? Do I want power and wealth? Do I want to be important? Do I desire to sit in places of honor among people? Pursuit of such things puts me on shaky ground. If the desire that is central to my being is based in things that change, as these things move, I am constantly moved. But, James goes on from the earlier verse to give us the key to defeating such an attack in James 1:16, "Do not be deceived, my beloved brethren. Every good and every perfect gift is from above and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning."

In other words, if I delight myself in the Lord and want Him above all else, my footing is sure. I can have peace in knowing that with Him as my center, I cannot be moved. Victory is then assured and I can live out Paul's words in 1 Corinthians 15:58, "Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord."

I cannot thank Dr. Dewey enough for the instruction he gave on the mat that has aided me throughout life. I am grateful. #52WoG

Photo courtesy of Martial Arts Professional ( martialartsprofessional.com).

In Week 18 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for my…

Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, May 1, 2021.

In Week 18 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for my brother Nehemiah Luckett.

Nehemiah Luckett brings joy wherever he goes.

There's a group of thirty to forty family and friends that have come together to throw a surprise birthday party for our beloved mother Rose Luckett. Babalu's in Jackson, Mississippi is an intimate space that always hopping, so the chatter, occasional squeals and laughter of our group do little to affect the regular noise level of the restaurant. The cake is being brought out and everyone is ready to engage in the usual fare of singing "Happy Birthday To You", when suddenly, Nehemiah lights a sparkler and begins to belt out a full-throated and joyous rendition of Stevie Wonder's "Happy Birthday".

He dances in place, claps his hands, throws back his head and blankets the entire restaurant with the warmth of the melody. In moments, the people from the other tables are joining in, the people from the bar are singing and the staff and cooks in the kitchen are dancing. Nehemiah transforms the moment into one that everyone can share.

That is his M.O.. Nehemiah uses his gift of music and every possible occasion to bring people together and to create shared spaces of compassion and celebration. I could go on about his performances internationally, about his awards, how his work has been featured on NPR and The New York Times but this is his legacy, the signature of his life: Nehemiah Luckett brings joy wherever he goes.

I can attest that Nehemiah has been this way his entire life. He is always kind. He is, as my mentor Dr. Gregory Jones would often say, "better by nature than I am by practice."

Nehemiah Luckett is my brother and a beautiful human being. I'm grateful. #52WoG