Gabe fingered the envelope, touching the sealed flap that secured the contents. He felt a connection, picturing his moms fingers touching the very object he held in his hands. Part of him wanted so badly to shout his joy in receiving this gift of writing from his mom, but another part wept in despair, forced into torment by circumstances not of his doing. How he wished he could make sense of the last two years. Carefully opening the envelope, Gabe unfolded the letter and began to read. Years of suppressing what I have to say to you has taken its toll; and I can no longer hide behind the secrecy. I want you to know I have asked God to forgive me. Now, I beg for your forgiveness as well. This secret I have kept for way too long needs to be released from the hardness of the tomb. I cannot continue in the manner that I have, carrying such encumbrance. Remember Gabe: I will always love you. No matter what! Mom Tears made their way upon Gabes cheeks. For the first time since reading his moms letter did it dawn on himthe revelation God had sent him, loud and clear: forgiveness. Thats what was giving his mother a taste of peace. Through forgiveness, a new breath of life was given where coldness and bitterness had held tight. This was the act that would send that balm to the wound; letting the healing begin. Now Gabe understood.
Darren had found refuge in his Fathers arms, outstretched and waiting for the wayward child to come home. Home to Him. This cell was not a home that Darren, aka Fester, had envisioned as a place to live out his life. Maybe, for his father, but never for him. The choice was initiated when he crossed that line between obeying the law and defying it. Prison now was not his temporary home, but the place he would eat, sleep, and work for the rest of his life. But in reality, Darren Moore had already lived his life in prison, barred in by his actions long before setting foot in this institution. The prison he lived in for most of his life was the one he constructed himself. Picking up the journal Gabe had left behind, he flipped hastily through the pages. Though he tried to talk to God, it was difficult never having done so before. Darren had uttered His name only in curses. This way of living was strange to him, and Nathan had explained that it would be. There would be days hed feel like a failure; and in such times, God would be there waiting patiently. Father God, please help me. As soon as he cried his utterance, a whisper sounded. Looking about his cell, he saw no one. Was God really listening? Darren had heard whispers similar to these at the trial. With tear-filled eyes, he glanced down and began to read. To Fester Moore
Nathan pulled into the driveway of the parsonage, taking notice of the patrol car parked at the curb. Glancing toward the porch, he saw his friend posturing his head in his hands in a grievous manner. I didnt know where else to go. I Nathan, I saw the empty room. Shes gone, and theres not a thing I can do about it. I shouldnt have gone to the officenot at that hour. If only I had gone to the hospital instead. I could have talked to her one last time. At least touch her hand and tell her how I feel. Now, shell never know Nathan sensed that Sarge was interpreting what Dr. Gill had yet to say by his frame of reference: the empty room. Nathan was privy to information he thought Sarge knew about. It was only upon witnessing the anguished look on his friends face that he knew Sarge had only partial news; the rest was left unsaid with the abrupt interruption at the hospital. Sarge, we need to take a ride. As Nathan pulled into the vistors parking space, Sarge knew where he was; but it was a place he didnt want to be. He never wanted to walk her halls again. He had left with a broken heart and he could notwould notgo back. Not after what had happened. Tonight, before his very eyes, Nathan was seeing Sarge in that troubled zone of confinement in which he had no control. The schedule had been made, written by God Himself; a time for complete revelation of the truth; the truth concerning Nellie Turner. Yet, why such turmoil within him? Why was he feeling so angry? He had prayedGod had spoken.
In 1891, when coal companies in eastern Tennessee brought in cheap convict labor to take over their jobs, workers responded by storming the stockades, freeing the prisoners, and loading them onto freight trains. Over the next year, tactics escalated to include burning company property and looting company stores. This was one of the largest insurrections in US working-class history. It happened at the same time as the widely publicized northern labor war in Homestead, Pennsylvania. And it was largely ignored, then and now. Dixie Be Damned engages seven similarly "hidden" insurrectionary episodes in Southern history to demonstrate the region's long arc of revolt. Countering images of the South as pacified and conservative, this adventurous retelling presents history in the rough. Not the image of the South many expect, this is the South of maroon rebellion, wildcat strikes, and Robert F. Williams's book Negroes with Guns, a South where the dispossessed refuse to quietly suffer their fate. This is people's history at its best: slave revolts, multiracial banditry, labor battles, prison uprisings, urban riots, and more. Neal Shirley grew up in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, and now lives in Durham, NC, where he is involved in several anti-prison initiatives and runs a small publishing project called the North Carolina Piece Corps. Saralee Stafford was born in the Piedmont of North Carolina. Her recent political work has focused on connecting the struggles of street organizations with those of anarchists in the area. She teaches gender-related health in Durham, North Carolina.
Sarge steered the cruiser in the direction of a place he had visited regularly. It was a calming environment away from the chaotic surroundings he faced daily. There was a peace in this setting, so diverse from offerings of the world. Yet in this place of tranquility, danger lurked ... unknown to those who were there. The ability to help the helpless was about to take on a whole new meaning. Sarge prayed for moments of clarity for Fester, if this was indeed the place he fled to. Nathan knew the next hour would give him enormous insight into this man who was in such agony over past experiences. He recognized that the time was of divine intervention from the start. The glimpse at the songster on the sill. The observation of the truck, the driver known by picture alone. Fester's entry through the one and only door that was never secured. The events leading to the precautionary safety procedures. Attention given to a man Sarge and Deke needed to understand. An understanding that would lead to obtaining help for a lost soul. As the conversation continued ... lost soul to pastor ... two men began to piece together bits of this tortured man's life that were never revealed in any reports. The broken pieces were being united, one by one. The One who created was not finished yet. The creation was beginning anew ... a hardened heart softening its path to hope. God was in the midst, holding the hands and hearts of His children.
Putting fear of rejection aside, Nellie lay pen to paper, scripting an offer of forgiveness. In her heart, she knew there was no other way but to reveal the truth from decades past. Her selfless act of love no longer held the clarity it once did; the weight of the burden now consumed the very depths of her soul, her heart weeping with anguish. So many years had passed; so many opportunities, wasted. She asked God to forgive her, but would Darcy do the same? Could Nellie ever forgive herself for committing such an unforgivable act? It was from love the secrets were kept; now, it was because of love the truth's revelation had to be. Meanwhile, in the silence of the moment, one solitary figure willed the tears to cease, but failed in the effort. Words hastily written... before the thoughts vanished forever from his mind...resounded back to his heart in heightened confusion. Laying the notebook aside, he shut his eyes and entered into a fitful restlessness. God's plans were in the making, unknown to the author of the script. With words placed in his heart to pen, the mission was yet to be. God's hand was on both; their journeys under way.
The first book-length critical study of the black experience in the Vietnam War and its aftermath, this text interrogates the meaning of heroism based on models from African and African American expressive culture. It focuses on four novels: Captain Blackman (1972) by John A. Williams, Tragic Magic (1978) by Wesley Brown, Coming Home (1971) by George Davis, and De Mojo Blues (1985) by A. R. Flowers. Discussions of the novels are framed within the historical context of all wars prior to Vietnam in which Black Americans fought. The success or failure of the hero on his identity quest is predicated upon the extent to which he can reconnect with African or African American cultural memory. He is engaged therefore in “re-membering,” a term laden with the specificity of race that implies a cultural history comprised of African retentions and an interdependent relationship with the community for survival. The reader will find that a common history of racism and exploitation that African Americans and Vietnamese share sometimes results in the hero’s empathy with and compassion for the so-called enemy, a unique contribution of the black novelist to American war literature.
Early in the morning I can hardly see for the dew. If it weren't for God I would hardly think we would make it through. But I remembered—He never puts us in a place that is unsafe. He gives us plenty of light to show us the way. Even from a rose bush full of thorns we can behold the beauty of God's creation. At a baseball game we can learn the value of taking things one step at a time. When the rainfalls come, we can praise God for the blessings he showers upon us. No matter where we are in life, there are lessons to be learned and joy to be found. Shirley Ann Williams uses A Different Rhyme or Reason to muse about the creative nature of mankind and our innate desire to understand the world in which we live.
Consistently praised for its engaging writing style, currency, and visual appeal, this revised text introduces students to the basic mass media channels, such as newspapers, magazines, electronic media and the Internet. It includes a focused examination of the history, ethics, cultural and social implications, regulation and technology that surrounds and controls the media. The new edition will engage and excite students even more with the addition of an interactive CD-ROM. Biagi fully immerses students within the media as they learn about the media.
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