Why is there always that one person in church that claps loudly and off-beat?
Better question: Why was Bro. Heavy Hands sittin’ behind me doin’ the “Grindin’” beat on my eardrums with every round of applause during service earlier? If I wasn’t so concerned with the state of my Immortal Soul, I woulda turned around, smacked him upside the head with the New King James version of the Bible and hummed “Goin’ Up Yonder” while proceeding to do so with amazing grace as I beat him with a hymn book. But possibly unluckily for him, Judgment Day isn’t too far off and I’ll have more than enough to answer for.
Happy Fathers Day to all the real fathers, single mothers, aunts, uncles, grandma’s, next door neighbors, et cetera and ad nauseum that are holdin’ it down in the life of a child somewhere. You’re appreciated more than you know and in honor of today and all of you, I won’t delve into my pile of daddy issues. Nope, I’m gonna keep it movin’ with my Track of the Day and call it a post.
Today, my Pastor and newly appointed Bishop preached from Matthew, 7: 13-14
(13) Enter by the narrow gate; for broad is the gate and broad is the way that leads to destruction, and there are many who go in by it. (14) Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way that leads to life, there are few who find it.
And he went on to talk about choosing the right (see: narrow) path in and during our spiritual lives. While he was explaining how and why the narrow path wasn’t going to be an easy one to take, an edited version of "The Narrow Path” , my favorite song from Blu and Exile’s Below the Heavens, was playing softly in my head.
Packin' up my bags
Hoppin' back on the narrow path that's planned for us
Tryin’ to tell my folks that flowin’ ain’t easy
Travelin’ down this yellow brick road until it frees me
I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go
To get this shit lifted off of my soul
It's been a long goin', troublesome road and I'm still travelin'.