In Style or What?

I remember wearing my jeans inside out, backwards, with paisley designs on the pocket, with leather (like) patches on the front panels, holes down the legs, holes in the back and now this.



My waist is here, but I wear the waist on my jeans approximately four to six inches below my God-given waist. But why? Is it so that the ladies can check out my boxers or briefs? Is it so I can appear cool? What is it that has made cities around the country put "a style" of sorts into law?

I was offended thinking that it was racially motivated until I was in California recently and saw the same style on some Latino youth. Then I thought that maybe it isn't racial at all. Then when I heard that the law also included thongs and sports bras, I knew this was ridiculous.

So we are going to arrest women as they work out and possibly jog because someone is offended? I will admit that all of these styles cannot be made to look cool by all body types to say the least. But a law?

Has the government gotten to the point where they will tell us what to wear and "what not to wear?". I would love to leave that to the individual households, but some people do not care what they look like when they leave out. Today it is saggy pants so you can see the underwear, what's next?

On The Other Side of a Wake Up

This is an editorial response to One Week and a Wake up. I didn't realize that I hadn't blogged in a minute.

I am no longer everyone's groomsman, but I am someone's husband now. The wedding was well attended and as weddings go, we had a minor musical snag, but the Lord provides. I did not have to light candles, pull runners, help serve dinner, play the trumpet, but the quartet that I am in, HIS 4, sang "Great is Thy Faithfulness" acapella. Thanks Albert, James & Eddye. The wedding went off well. I almost got my shout on (actually Josie and I both did) during the service. It may have been the vows, the liturgical dancers, the sermon or even the Lord's Prayer. Whatever it was, that day was ordained by God. I even rushed the Pastor and finished my vows in unison with the Pastor. All we could do was laugh. It must have been all of the studying of this information that made me finish the Pastor's thought. Maybe I was just anxious to marry Josie. Josie & I were definitely appreciative to have had clergy stand in support of our marriage at that appointed time.

I consider myself blessed one month and a wake up later. I remember lip singing to "The Wedding Song" by Frank McComb as Josie walked down the aisle. No quiver of the lip, no heart racing, but a sense of peace of how blessed I am.

But what about the marriage? For you married folk, have you felt that you have been married for years where your souls were wed long before the earthly, outward, expensive, show of your covenant with God? It has only been 37 days and we still feel that way. I love Josetta Roxanne Hoover with all my heart.

I am an African American male that has been talked about, lied on, cheated on, forgotten, wasn't good enough to date, but be a friend, the dreaded friend zone. But all of that made me stronger to be able to walk into this new phase of our lives. Our address now is on "From this Day Forward" Blvd. We travel with God. Today, I wake up with Josie -- my friend, my love, my soul, and my wife by my side.