Back when Barack was in the White House. Back when Beyonce did the Super Bowl. Back when rachet was just rachet. Back when a bacon, egg, and cheese was $3.50. Back when everybody was wearing Versace and Louis Vuitton. Back when everything was not so toxic. Back when there were no pronouns. Back when there was less sensitivity. Back when we all understood each other. There I was an 18-year-old kid getting his first taste of responsibility and accountability.
Me and you shared the same 7th period class. American Literature was the subject. The teacher was a crazy Spanish lady with a witty sense of humor. You were outspoken while I was introverted. We were opposites that found each other attractive. Times of nostalgia and regret weigh on me as I am writing this.
Love was in the air, but one of us was not feeling it. Someone tried to shoot a shot and missed. What transpired was me degrading you. Degrading your complexion. Degrading your body shape. Degrading your hairstyle (which I thought fit your personality). Degrading your character and your existence. Degrading myself in the process.
Delores If it's for your delight I want you to know that I am a different person now. I hope you have blossomed and matured into a new woman. I can't guarantee that we will ever cross paths. I write this to you to bring forth reconciliation and restoration. Confrontation has always been something I struggle with. Writing this letter to you is my way of confessing my skeletons.
2024 has been a year for consecration for me. Praying and fasting. Reading my Bible and reflecting. Having a relationship with God while the world is going up in flames gives me a sense of security. A believer in Christ I am commanded to repent and forgive on a daily. Looking not to the left nor to the right, but forward to the cross has been my only goal these days. May we all aim to be shaped and molded by God for the sake of His kingdom and for the betterment of things to come.
The Temple of Peace is a Buddhist shrine/memorial located on Cherry Blossom Road in Refuge. In 1940 Japanese missionaries set foot in Refuge. After they were done with their missions' assignment as a way to say thank you to the city of Refuge what they did was build a shrine in the form of a temple. This temple has been called different things throughout the last 84 years. However, locals and visitors alike call it The Temple of Peace. People from all over the world visit the temple bringing gifts and medallions. These gifts and medallions are used to pay tribute to men and women of the faith. Actually, walking through the temple I saw names of people who I had never known. Great and small they were. Going to see this shrine/memorial was a reminder that no matter who we are or who we think we are every knee will bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
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