In Week 5 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Charlene…

In Week 5 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Charlene Minor. Shortly after accepting…

Originally posted on Facebook on Sunday, January 31, 2021.

In Week 5 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Charlene Minor.

Shortly after accepting my call to the ministry, I was tasked one Sunday with the invitation to discipleship. The invitation was a part of worship service and an opportunity for anyone in attendance to confess their faith, rededicate their lives or join the church. The invitation also typically follows the sermon. So after Pastor Jones concluded the message, I took to the pulpit to extend the invitation, beginning, "The doors of the church are open…"

After worship service and as the ministers were greeting departing congregants, Mother Minor, walking toward the exit hugged me and said, "You did good." Then, gently placing her hand on my arm and holding it, she said, "But it's, 'The Door of the church is open.' Christ is the door. There's only one." And as quickly as she came, she left with a smile.

Up until that point, I had simply parroted what I had heard other ministers say. But, in an encounter that was as brief as an embrace, she had given me an invaluable lesson in theology but moreover, she gave me an appreciation for the meaning and importance of every word that came across that sacred desk. It would be far from the last lesson she would teach me.

On another Sunday years later, I delivered the "Children's Sermon." My son, who was 8 or 9 at the time, was among the group of two dozen or more children who had come to the front of the church for this segment in the service. He was talking during the sermon and my response was harsh. That very next day, a Monday, Mrs. Minor comes to my workplace, walks to the break room and tells me to come have a seat. She then goes on, like a mother, to rebuke me for my public and harsh treatment of my son. She said, "As his father, the things you do and say to him have the potential to become part of him forever. Make sure it's helpful and not hurtful. At this age, you have to be careful not to crush his little spirit." I said, "Yes, ma'am." Then, she told me she loved me and as quickly as she came, she left with a smile.

Much of my growth as a Christian, husband, father, minister -as a human being can be accounted to Greater Ebenezer Missionary Baptist Church because of beautiful souls like Mother Charlene Minor. She was a Mother in the purest ecclesiastical sense of the word. Mrs. Minor was always prepared whether in song, word or deed to correct, rebuke and encourage with great patience. I thank God for her teaching me, encouraging me and holding me accountable. I am a better man for it. I am grateful. #52WoG

In Week 4 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Brother…

In Week 4 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Brother Jerry Linhares. Despite what we'd…

Originally posted on Facebook on Friday, January 22, 2021.

In Week 4 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Brother Jerry Linhares. Despite what we'd like others to believe by the face we put forward, marriage is not always safe harbor, sometimes it's a war zone. There has been more than one occasion where Melissa and I almost didn't make it. But, God. Our family is where it is today because of the people God placed in our lives to bear with our weaknesses and lead us into the deeper things of God. Jerry Linhares was such a person.

The first time I met Brother Jerry, our marriage was in trouble. Both Melissa and I were fixated on what we were not getting and how the other fell short. We chose to meet with Brother Jerry because he was widely known for his wise, compassionate and Spirit-filled marriage counseling. But most importantly, neither of us knew him. That was important because our shared goal was to find a neutral third-party who could independently verify how wrong the other was.

On the day of our counseling session, we met in a small cozy office tucked away at the end of the hall at New Covenant Church. Brother Jerry allowed each of us an opportunity to speak, sharing our perspective on the problem. It didn't take long for the tension to rise. While we were pointing fingers and building our prosecutorial cases against each other, Pastor Jerry looked at me without the slightest hint of condemnation and gently said, "Paul, the problems won't change with a new face and a new name."

His statement left me dumbstruck. He did that Jesus thing. You know, where you come to Jesus with one question and He answers another question entirely? He answered the unspoken question, the one I was already contemplating inwardly -the question that underpinned my response to the problem at hand. He, as a vessel of Christ, spoke directly to the heart of the matter. What Pastor Jerry taught me that day was that the solution to the problem was not divorce, nor was it focusing on the constant I could not change (Melissa). The solution was focusing on the One who could change both constants (me and Melissa) and change the product entirely.

That is but one of the things I learned from a man who loved God and consequently loved people. Our lives have been forever changed by his. I've recently learned that Brother Jerry Linhares is no longer with us but is now present with the Lord. I thank God that I had a chance to share Life with Brother Jerry and thank Mrs. Susan Broomfield Linhares and Lindsay Linhares for sharing him with us and so many others. I am grateful. #52WoG

In Week 3 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for my…

In Week 3 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for my Delta-made woman, my finest chocolate,…

Originally posted on Facebook on Tuesday, January 12, 2021.

In Week 3 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for my Delta-made woman, my finest chocolate, my best friend, my help meet, the mother of my children, my wife, my counselor, my good thing, Melissa Luckett on her birthday.

"What can I say about this woman?" was the thought I had as I contemplated how to give her the honor she's due. The real question was, how can I, without writing a book, summarize what her influence has meant in my life and that of so many others? I concluded that I utterly lack the skill to do so but I could, perhaps, convey a general idea.

Melissa Luckett is strength.

Scripture paints a glorious picture of Christ and what His coming means for mankind. In Psalm 68:18 it's written "When He ascended on high, He led captivity captive and gave gifts to men." And, in Isaiah 40:29 it's written "He gives power to the weak, and to those who have no might He increases strength." Strength is the grace given to Melissa according to the measure of Christ's gift. He gives strength to and through Melissa.

The strength I'm referring to doesn't come from natural ability, education or achievement. Even though Melissa abounds in that regard, she doesn't assume that she is capable or has the answers. More often, she assumes that she is unable or that she doesn't know. Nevertheless, she gives what she has to meet people's need where they are. In this way God uses her and I've watched time and time again the Word made flesh as "[His] strength is made perfect in [her] weakness."

In whatever sphere she's in: daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, auntie, professional or neighbor, Melissa Luckett bears with, builds up, supports and pushes people to do and be better.

I am so thankful that it was given to me to have her to build life with the last twenty years. I have indeed found favor from the Lord and am grateful. Please help me celebrate Melissa Luckett on her birthday! #52WoG

In Week 2 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Terrence…

In Week 2 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Terrence Adrian Shannon. When my business…

Originally posted on Facebook on Sunday, January 10, 2021.

In Week 2 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Terrence Adrian Shannon. When my business was in a spare utility closet of a hair salon with just two plastic tables as make-shift desks, Terrence was the first member of the team. He was barely in his twenties, without much experience, looking to start a new career in Information Technology to better provide for his young family. Terrence was taking as much a chance on me as I was on him. He was the first person I had ever hired and I wasn't completely sure that I could keep finding enough business to pay myself, much less maintain a payroll.

But, what quickly became evident was that Terrence was not merely an employee but a dear brother sent for an appointed season. He approached his work with extraordinary commitment, professionalism and ownership. He often went to extreme lengths to provide our clients the best possible service. On one particular weekend we got a call from a company that had just suffered a major server failure. We worked around the clock, trading places sleeping on the floor a few hours at a time, to get the client back up and running before start of business that upcoming Monday.

There were a lot of stories like that but is only a fraction of why I am so thankful for this man. What blessed me the most was the fellowship. Being an entrepreneur is challenging. The uncertainty is the hardest part -not just for you, but for your family and the people who depend on you to provide for their families. It's a lonely weight. But Terrence did much more than I could ever hope to pay him for. He opened his life to me and embraced me as a friend. We prayed together, we cried together, we studied together, we did ministry together, we sought to become better husbands and fathers together. It just so happens that we became better professionals together.

It was my sheer delight to witness the work of God in Terrence Shannon's life. I watched the young man that started without much experience go on to complete his Computer Science degree at Mississippi State University and move on to become a programmer and Systems Analyst at Raytheon Aerospace. But more impressively, he became an outstanding father of five beautiful children and a husband whose example I admire. I am grateful to have had opportunity to call Terrence Adrian Shannon my friend. #52WoG

In Week 1 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Zwan…

In Week 1 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Zwan Landfair. Zwan is a Starkville…

Originally posted on Facebook on Saturday, January 2, 2021.

In Week 1 of 52 Weeks of Gratefulness, I give thanks for Zwan Landfair. Zwan is a Starkville native and graduate of Mississippi State who has gone on to have a successful career at Zimmer Biomet, a multi-billion dollar medical device company. Not satisfied with achieving mere individual success, Zwan used his influence and resources to bring opportunities back to his home town.

He along with Cheri Spigner and others belonging to a "tiny but mighty" team of minority professionals at Zimmer created a program to provide underserved youth exposure to careers in STEM. The program was extended to 6 locations throughout the United States and Zwan used his influence to make the J.L. King Center in Starkville, MS one of those sites.

During the program Starkville youth were introduced to engineers, doctors and information scientists that looked like them, opening whole new worlds of possibility.

We don't hear a lot of stories like this, but Zwan is a welcome reminder that there are people who love their neighbors, are remembering the forgotten and quietly doing the work of uplifting our communities. And, I am thankful. #52WoG

This is Elaine. Elaine is a gym instructor and personal trainer…

This is Elaine. Elaine is a gym instructor and personal trainer who is aka "Elaine, The Mistress…

Originally posted on Facebook on Tuesday, August 18, 2020.

This is Elaine. Elaine is a gym instructor and personal trainer who is aka "Elaine, The Mistress of Pain."

When she is not bruising people's bodies, she's saving kittens.

What many don't know is that Elaine (too) enthusiastically leads a gym class at 5 AM at the OCH Wellness Connection. and then immediately leaves to lead another workout with our kids on the Starkville High Cross Country team at 6 AM.

It's people like her that make our community such a wonderful place to live. I wanted to take a moment to say, "Thank you" because I appreciate it. #52WoG

The White Girl Who Gave Me Hope

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I’m a black man.

It pains me to write it perhaps more than the pain of another potential article or news story making everything about race. I don’t look to make my race the subject of conversation, but I constantly find myself thrust into situations that force the subject. It’s the burden of that constant coerced vigilance that made a seemingly ordinary interaction with a high school-aged white girl today so extraordinary. It happened as I was dropping my son off for cross country practice, but it may help to first contrast it against another encounter that happened with my son a few years earlier.

Boys At A College Football Game

I was taking my boys to a college football game. My youngest son was a Cub Scout and our Boy Scout troop was hosting a tailgate on campus. As is often the case with tailgating, it was hard to know what the exact location of our tent would be on the day of the event. When we were in the proximity of where we were told it would be, I decided I’d ask some people tailgating in the area if they had seen a bunch of midget misfit soldiers running around (all the Boy Scouts were supposed to be in uniform). Because I was in a public and very crowded space, I was already hyper-aware of my blackness. So, as I approached the tailgate tent, I did everything I could think of to be non-threatening: I intentionally walked slower than usual and spoke softer than usual, “Excuse me, ma’am…” Before the words had been completely spoken, the college-aged white girl I had spoken to, with other white people to her right and her left, screamed to the top of her lungs, turned away suddenly while putting her face in her hands as though I had startled her -her screech having now turned into nervous laughter, her friends around her are laughing and I walked away having died a little in that moment. I was terrified, humiliated, confused and angry all at the same time. She reacted to me the way one might react to being unexpectedly confronted by their greatest fear -some dangerous animal: a snake, a spider or a black man -with an eight year old Cub Scout in tow. I spent the remainder of that afternoon wrestling with the tacit implications of that encounter and the racist narratives it reinforced: I am bad. I am dangerous. I am a criminal. I am a super predator.

Now, fast forward to today. I’m dropping my son off at cross country practice. I’m standing apart from everyone else, not because we’re practicing social distancing to limit the spread of COVID-19, but because mostly everyone else is white and standing with their own circles to which I do not belong. Practice is about to begin and I watch the coach give athletes instructions of how they’re going to modify workouts for everyone’s protection and then they file in line to have their temperatures taken. Another athlete, a high school-aged white girl, arrives a few minutes later. She walks casually across the parking lot, past other students and several groups of people and walks up to me. “What are we doing?”, she asks. I reply, “Coach has just given instructions about safety practices for the workout -about staying six feet apart. Now he’s taking everyone’s temperature. You can go up those stairs to get in line.” As casually as she walked up, she walked off not knowing that she had single-highhandedly restored some of my faith in humanity. Our interaction was sublimely innocuous. She was not measured in her words or cautious in her approach. She did not indicate the slightest hesitation. The entire encounter was fluid. I was pleasantly taken aback. Since that moment, I’ve reflected on it’s implications. She treated me like a normal person. I felt like a human being.

If everyone would look at black people the way this white girl looked at me today; not as a threat, or invisible, or someone to be pitied or even as someone who should be given special treatment, but simply as another person -like everyone else, there might be hope for us all.

United Way of North Central Mississippi has created an online…

United Way of North Central Mississippi has created an online resource where members of our…

Originally posted on Facebook on Friday, March 20, 2020.

United Way of North Central Mississippi has created an online resource where members of our community can submit suggestions on how to help our neighbors severely impacted by the Coronavirus COVID-19 outbreak.

Here is a suggestion from Dr. Debra Lindsey Prince on how to help our senior citizens. https://bit.ly/391Z9q4

Is this something you'd like to see happen or volunteer to help with? If so, please click the link to upvote this suggestion. Or, feel free to suggest an idea of your own.

United Way volunteers will use this information to identify and prioritize needs and then reach out to involve the appropriate parties from our government, schools, non-profits and faith-based community partners to organize a coordinated response.

We are fortunate to live in a community with so many people eager…

We are fortunate to live in a community with so many people eager to lend a helping hand. Now more…

Originally posted on Facebook on Thursday, March 19, 2020.

We are fortunate to live in a community with so many people eager to lend a helping hand. Now more than ever, it's important to coordinate our efforts to reduce redundancy, maximize resources and deliver services efficiently and in a manner that does not put those we serve, our staff and volunteers at greater risk.

United Way of North Central Mississippi has created an online hub where people can report needs they've identified and suggest ways to help our neighbors in need as a result of the COVID-19 pandemic.

We've included a dedicated section on the website to post questions. These questions will be reviewed by a team of volunteers that will compile a list of the most commonly asked questions and work with our State, County and City representatives to provide current and accurate information.

We are also working with our non-profits, churches and civic organization to organize a coordinated response to needs identified in our community.

To submit an identified need, to make a suggestion on ways to assist neighbors in need or to ask a question, please visit the United Way COVID-19 Response Website below:
http://bit.ly/UnitedWayCOVID-19Response

To volunteer as a moderator, sign-up at the link below:
http://bit.ly/UWNCMS-COVID-Volunteer

#StrongNeighbor #LiveUnited

Those of you who are saying, “But most will survive this” miss the…

Originally posted on Facebook on Tuesday, March 17, 2020.

Those of you who are saying, "But most will survive this" miss the point.

I attended a meeting this morning with a briefing from the Director of Oktibbeha County Emergency Management Agency, Kristen Campanella. She commented that many of the deaths that occurred in Italy were mostly due to the medical system being overwhelmed.

Coronavirus COVID-19 spreads rapidly. The real risk is people presenting symptoms (or people who are just afraid that they've been exposed) trying to all go to the doctor at once. If that happens, those that really need treatment are hindered and many could die from things completely unrelated to coronavirus. If the system breaks down there won't be much help for anybody, for anything. That is the point.

So, let's give the system a chance by limiting unnecessary interactions with people, staying home wherever possible, slowing the spread of the disease and thereby reducing the demands placed on our medical professionals.

We'll get through this and fare much better as a community if we:
1. Remain calm.
2. Make good decisions based on good information.
3. Be considerate of each other.

I love you and am praying the best for every one of you.