Why do we dream?
What a great question, and I don’t have an answer. I remember Mrs. Stackhouse, one of my former teachers telling us that dreams were what happened to us in other lives. I knew that couldn’t be right, because that night I dreamed of falling and landing in a pool of Jello! I will admit to you that every time that I have dreamed that I was about to give birth, my life changed significantly for the better. So, I believe some dreams are God’s way of communicating with us, if we are willing to listen and see the patterns. Needless to say, I love those dreams, and I get excited to see what’s next in my life!
Do you think a person’s name influences the person they become?
I really do think that names are important. A fellow black female sociologist told me that she had to fight for a scholarship because the committee saw her name and advised her that she wasn’t their kind of person. She went in person to meet the white woman in charge, and when she saw how articulate and intelligent she was, she reversed the decision. The woman didn’t think there was anything racist about denying her a future because of her name! Of course, we don’t pick our names, but I believe that how embarrassed we are about our name can impact our sense of value and worth. In India, they have ceremonies to change the names of girls given a name that means “unwanted,” and reserach shows they prosper afterwards.
Does hardship make a person stronger? (example: What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger)
I don’t know if hardship makes us stronger, but I believe that it helps us find the strength that we have that might have went unused or that we were unaware of. I know that, for me, surviving domestic violence by leaving and starting life over made me aware that I have the strength and determination to do anything in life. I may not have learned that, otherwise.
Why do we judge ourselves by our intentions, but judge others by their actions?
I think it comes down to not being able to admit to ourselves that we can be wicked and evil. The same actions that we define as such in others, we rationalize as different for us. But, until we come to grips with the fact that no one is perfect, and especially not us, we will be judgmental of others. I have found that this is by race, too, for what some people accept as okay behavior among members of their own race, they see as evil and disgusting by members of other races. It comes down, for me, to people’s fears that if someone like me can hate, kill, maim, or hurt people, then maybe I can too. That’s too much for some people to admit to themselves.
GRATITUDE SECTION (Always Optional)
Feel free to share some gratitude in the form of images, photos or writing. Thanks!
I am grateful for the artistic talent that God gives others that they use to teach the world through their art of our common humanity. This piece of a Native American mother and child touched my soul and reminded me that mothers may parent differently across cultures, but ultimately the love we have for our children unites us instead of divides us. So, thank you, Lord God, for the gifts and talents you give to artists, painters, sculptors, poets, writers, and, yes, bloggers, that make life beautiful and reaffirms our humanity and closeness to you!.
Written for Share Your World from Sparks from a Combustible Mind for January 18, 2021.