“Bars” was a song inspired by Sway’s, Five Fingers where the artist he is interviewing gets a chance to drop some bars over some familiar tracks. It was also an opportunity for me to try and display some lyrical skill while delivering the message of the Savior. The lyricism in Christian Hip Hop is always presented with bias opinions. Some feel that since Read more
Open Letter to the NBA by Charles Lewis
To The NBA Commissioner, media outlets, broadcast partners, NBA players, players union, staff and fans; thank you for reading this and please share your thoughts.
This open letter to the NBA contains a list of seven different areas that affect NBA games and a few suggestions for each that I believe will Read more
Watch the video of the Perform in the clutch message and comment below. Thanks!
For the past few weeks I’ve been preparing for my speech at the Men & Boys Conference. God has been dealing with me on the subject of performance and that’s the bulk of my symposium content. I’ve prepared a lesson called “Performing in the Clutch“. What’s interesting is what God has been showing me. I begin to look at characters Read more
Okay…so I usually keep my political comments to myself…but in light of the debate I watched twice the other night and the upcoming election…I figured I point out a couple of things that affect me, my family and lots of people I know.
Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering. Finally fed up, God said, ‘THAT’S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job.’
So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away.
They e-mailed with attachments..
They did spreadsheets!
They wrote reports.
They created labels and cards.
They created charts and graphs.
They did some genealogy reports .
They did every job known to man.
Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell. Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off… Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld.
Jesus just sighed….
Finally, the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming:
‘It’s gone! It’s all GONE! ‘I lost everything when the power went out!’ Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work.
Satan observed this and became irate.
‘Wait!’ he screamed. That’s not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don’t have any?’
God just shrugged and said,
JESUS SAVES …
I hear everybody loud and clear…and I partially agree. The original Dream Team was a beast. I watched them. I loved them. All I’m saying is, I keep hearing people saying that the 92 Dream Team would murder, kill, obliviate, anhilliate and blowout this 2012 team. I disagree. I think they should win, but not necessarily due to talent. They were mentally tougher. People keep bringing up the game scores and how they blew people out. Yeah, yeah, yeah…they were playing against fans. Them other teams was just happy to be there. They knew they were playing for silver and bronze. The competition 1992 was playing against was nothing compared to who 2012 is playing against. During yesterday’s game against Spain, their starting 5 all play significant roles in the NBA.
I’m just saying, I’d probably choose Kobe and Lebron over Jordan and Magic. Durant over Bird…make sense to me. Yeah, I’d take D Will over Stockton. I’d take Melo over Pippen too. Even the rookie…Davis over Laetner…of course. Now, in the paint, its a different story. Ewing, Barkley and Malone was monsters. No way Love, Chandler or even Dwight could handle them. The bench players go to 1992..no brainer. Clyde over Westbrook. Robinson over Chandler. Mullen & Harden, probably a wash.
I guess, we’ll never know. It would be a great game though!
The Bible says in Proverbs 18:22 (KJV) Whoso findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favour of the LORD.
For almost 5 years now, I’ve had the pleasure of being with a lovely lady named Kimberly. We met in the strangest of ways. It was October 5, 2007. We were both with friends at a lounge on the south side of Houston. She was frustrated and didn’t want to be there but her friend did. I forgot the reason I was there…I think we were celebrating something. At about 1am the DJ went into a slow jam mix and began playing Al Green, Let’s Stay Together. The fellas all had that look like its time to go and as we were proceeding to the exit I saw her. She was sitting in a chair looking rather frustrated. I asked her to dance. Let me stop here and say that I don’t dance…other than my fist pump (see SEO Rapper – Page Rank) and my two step that can be done to any rhythm. She politely declined. I asked again and told her this was one of my favorite songs. I glanced over at my boy and he had a look of confusion on his face. I knew what he was thinking…Chuck you can’t dance. Funny thing is, I was thinking the same thing. Anyway, she obliged. I grabbed her hand and transitioned into my two step. I could feel my boys staring and laughing but I didn’t care. Then, for a second it felt like we were the only two people there…until the music changed and the lights turned on. I thanked her and told her I enjoyed it. According to her, my next question is what sealed the deal. “Can I have some contact information?” She was like “what?” I said, “some contact info. You know, email, Twitter, phone, Facebook…something?” She thought that was hilarious. She said, “most dudes ask for a phone number, you asked for some contact info”. She gave me her phone number. That was a Friday night. I waited until Sunday evening to call. We still joke about that till this day. She doesn’t understand the mandatory 48 hour rule before making contact (Man Law #147).
I took some time telling that story so let me cut across the field…
We have so many similarities about our lives that it’s almost spooky. I’m not referring to the obvious things like both of us being married before and having children from those marriages. It’s tons of other things…I won’t go into detail here…another post another time…
The past 4.5 years have been filled with love and joy and several huge milestones. One being when I received custody of my children. The relationship between Kim and my children immediately blossomed. They gave her a nickname…CoCo. They love her very much. She loves them like she birthed them. I feel the same way about hers too. We are the new Brady bunch..
To make the long story short, I’m tired of shacking (living in sin). I know she is too. I love her dearly and can literally see myself spending the rest of my life with her. I started going down the checklist; God fearing, intelligent, believes in prayer, Team Jesus, beautiful, loving, ambitious, great personality, humorous, caring, great mother, honest, talented, strong willed and somehow submissive at the same time. She loves me and puts up with everything that is Chuck. She understands my drive and focus. She supports my dream chasing and does her best to help them become reality.
Beyonce told me, “If you like it then you better put a ring on it”. So I did.
I began to reflect on things that happened this week. God is so good. I was blessed to see another year of life. That makes 33 of them now. My career situation is intact and is growing and improving daily. More importantly, God has allowed me to do something that truly enjoy doing. I have this internal feeling of joy that no one can take away. What is extremely pleasing to me is that those around me are also experiencing positivity.
My boo Kim is healing rapidly from her surgery. She continues to grow in the Lord and always supports me and my endeavors. I went to a video shoot for my brother in the ministry O’Quinn Saturday afternoon. God is using him in a phenomenal way. Later I went and had fellowship with my brother in Christ Christian Man for his birthday and we had a great time in the Lord. Following that my other brother in the ministry H2G and I sat down in the car for what ended being almost 3 hours talking and ministering to other. Its good to have people in your life who will pray with you when you are down, celebrate with you when you’re up, correct you when you’re wrong, and always approach things from a Godly perspective. Sunday evening I went to celebrate with my brother Trinity on his 7 year marriage anniversary.
I woke this morning thinking how awesome God is and how in some supernatural way all of my joy was intertwined with those around me. I asked myself why is that and how could I continue it? Those who know me know that I work at my church and so I rarely get the opportunity to sit and hear a sermon. Yesterday I grabbed a CD of the service to listen to later. I popped it in this morning on my way to get breakfast before work. Pastor talked about…the ripple effect and how things you do effect other things and people in either a negative or positive way. I found that interesting because it explained the feelings and thoughts I was having. I’m recommitting myself right now to continue to focus on positivity and the things of God. I must continue to walk in righteousness and be what God has called me to be. You reap what you sew. Positivity breeds positive experiences. Pastor went on to compare life to a pond of water and how when things happen in the water, it creates a ripple that affects other things in the water. It may bring them closer or push them away. My question to you is…how does your ripple affect the people around you? Is it pushing them away from God or drawing them closer? Does your life generate ripples of positivity and blessings? Will your ripple help me or hurt me? Think about it. Examine your situation and those around you. You might need to make some changes…#JustSayin
If you can, comment below and let me know. Thanks! Oh yeah… #HaveMercy coming soon…
I copied this short story from my friend Reye’s Facebook page. I thought it was deep and interesting enough to share. I’m not sure what the title is so I’m calling it, Married Guy Speaking.
When I got home that night… my wife was serving dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. i suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’ s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction it would have on our son, in case we pushed through with the divorce.
At least, in the eyes of our son—-I’m a loving husband…. THE SMALL DETAILS OF YOUR LIVES ARE WHAT REALLY MATTER IN A RELATIONSHIP. “IT’S NOT” the Mansion or House, the Car, Property, the Money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. Most of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up… YOU DON’T REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE UNTIL ITS GONE!