By Hakim Abdul-Ali
Greetings to you on this wonderful day. I trust that you know that this is a marvelous day also, even though I probably assume that there are some disillusioned and discontented ethnic folk in “hue-manity” who may not feel the same way as I, or you, do.
Those differences in individualistic thinking patterns and feelings may exist in “hue-mans” from time-to-time, so I’ll briefly look at one other particular scenario today. I’m going to attempt to throw a little spiritual knowledge on a subject of thinking which I hope will help you understand the uniqueness and merit of a thing called patience.
You see, as I write and am now thinking, I’m processing the value of this phenomenon in our collective lives and why some abstract thinking “colored” folk of humanity don’t get its worth. For whatever reason, some contrary ethnic folk constantly look at life in terms of negatives.
That brings me to a reflection of how I was taught to see and understand that the things that occur in life happen for reasons. I owe so much to those early and present experiences because they helped shape me in so many ways.
Take for example, when I was a boy growing up, I remember that my late mother used to say to me that “every created child of God is born ‘colored,’ so give thanks and glory to the Supreme Being who gave us all life, and also that I must and should always remain patient.”
To that end, I’m going to talk about patience in and through the “old school, in my house” lessons that my mother would lecture me on. It seems like I was always being “schooled” about one thing or the other by her, but I mostly recall fondly that, after her telling me to worship God first, it was her lessons on being patience that took preeminence.
Mom told me that being patient was a regal virtue that most “colored” folk of the world unknowingly had within themselves, but only a few practiced or exercised using. That was pure wisdom to my developing brain as my mother used to tell me that if any “hue-man” being was truly worthy of thanking, praising and glorifying the Creator for being alive, God would shower that selected “colored” soul with the rarified gift of patience. Listen closely.
My mother would say that life is really nothing more than a test of one’s will to the highest level of spiritual comprehension and that some opposing folk just don’t get it. That point shouldn’t be lost on your, my or anyone else’s cognitions today either as we bewilderingly look at the shockingly daily mayhem going on in so many unfathomable degrees in America and beyond. Living has become iffy to some.
“Life is a challenge, ” my mother used to always say in glowing tones. This very educated ebony lady of soul, a seriously religious and spiritually-minded being, told me that whatever state of existence that I was in, I must always be faithfully content. She told me that her mother taught her that, and it was something that she was passing on (at that time) to me.
The living process was not easy for my mom, who was a devoted wife to my father and she also was a schoolteacher by vocation. I can remember her at various difficult times in my upbringing saying to me that my present circumstances may not be where I want them to be in my mind, heart and soul at that time, but I must always be patient in order for any real change to come about.
Her instructions on this vital process told me to step back, if I so chose to do so, and to look at my upsetting issues and pressing concerns in another way. Mom said life is created only by God and that I should put all my concerns in the Maker’s hands as she ever-so-gently spoke about and described things to me.
My mother would say that God (alone) was in control of life, and when He desired for me to be in another comfort zone, He would guide me to that destination, but I had to remain patient and let Him work his “workings.” It’s taken me a little while in my life’s journey thus far but, believe me, what my mother laid on me back then is so useful now. Life is voyage of tests.
I hope that as you’re reading my vibes, you’ll understand that I owe everything to the Creator Alone, including for Him allowing my Mom to be who she was during some of the most repressive, egregious and racially tense times in so-called modern American His-story. I, sometimes, don’t know how Blacks and other minorities could have survived in America’s bigoted caldrons without relying on God and having the patience that only they could have from a deeper spiritual core of understanding. Life is not easy.
Moving forward, another one of Mom’s lessons on patience to me was that God puts those difficult and trying things before all “colored” folk because it’s from there that He will aid anyone in adjusting to life’s future tests by making one content by being tested. This contentment is not to be misconstrued as being lazy or one of procrastination, but rather it’s a sign of looking ahead with true faith for brighter and better things to come, if you understand and value what the real messages behind being patient in and under all circumstances are all about.
My mother said that by learning, comprehending and understanding what being patient is really, really all about, any and all “colored” folk, including you and me, can master the art of spiritual self-control. So, like Mom, again said, “just do the very best that you can, don’t worry and then let God handle the rest.”
I now know that patience was an important factor in my and many other Afro-American households that I saw growing up, and those Black families in my worlds of existences back then banded together for serious progress and unity. Sadly, I don’t seem to sense that that reality is very prevalent today on many fronts, especially where the family unit is a tattered shred of what it used to, could or should be. Think!
Maybe, “As I See It,” and even with today’s ultramodern political, morally correct, highly modernized, techno, and hip-hop culture, many in the Black worlds of existences and communities, have forgotten who God Alone is, and they’ve become less patient with each other. On personal and broader introspective scopes, when you forget God, then it’s no wonder that we tragically see what’s going on in the Black family and Afro-worlds today.
It’s only a truism. Being real, e.g., the proliferation of Black on Black crimes, unemployment, poor housing or lack there of, drug usage, and the absence of fathers in the home have left me wondering, “When is this madness going to end?” I also ask, “Why is that we can’t see that all the disunity, bitterness, dishonesty and divisiveness in our lives causes hatreds, quarrels and discontents are nothing but tools of Satan destroying us all? Again, think!
Maybe, to remedy this, we have to become more like our learned folk of yesteryears. They knew so much about so many things, especially the majesty of patience’s wisdom, until if we had a little bit more of their patience, we’d be better off. So, please try to better your state of being by being more patient in your life with self and others. If you do, I know my mother would be as proud of you as you would be of yourself. For today and always, that’s “As I See It.”