Check it Out... Straight from Brooklyn!! I am Sam. Sam I am. Or, Sam am iz. I am a Biblical Studies Major, for now, and by
His Grace I am actively pursuing to be the man that God has created me to be. In meeting this demand, I have chosen to be a
writer of different disciplines that reflect my culture, maturing convictions, and my aesthetics in regards to art. I long to
see the original Creator of the complex world who filled it with nature and humanity, who currently sustains creation’s
existence, and who structured the world’s redemption and demonstrates it in history. I will see Him, the Creator in the
image and form of the already glorified LORD Jesus Christ.
November 5, 2009
Hospitality
Hospitals seems to be haunted with a spirit of generosity that plagues society's weak. I experienced the horror of this spirit a couple of weeks ago and to this day and I am haunted by the fact that I could of spent the night at that place.
While sitting in the waiting room, I sat there thinking about my condition and if it was real serious and what the end would be. Would this condition cripple me with its prodding me to change my lifestyle? I thought about being absence from our present reality and thought about how if life would seem different for those around me? What aspects of their lives would drastically change if Sam Cornet was a living person. What memories would I leave them with?
As I joked around with my homie K to the Schrumster, I took a moment and thought, DANG!
The people that God has put in my life are the most valuable possession that I get to enjoy. And one of the most convicting things is that, I only realize that when they come through for me in my times of need. I mean I texted this girl about needing a ride to the hospital and within three to five minutes I'm getting a call from her. On the way there she's instructing me on what going to happen, strange doctors who left all their senses of medical professionalism in their class room, realized that even though she is as white as a pure winter snowfall that she has a black heart cause it always skips late (if you dont get what I mean, ask a black person what CPT mean lol), and above all she thought her service to me as a friend was more important than her early arrival at her ministry's cafe. Shout Outs to the Schruminator !!! She as well as many others, are assets to my life that I do not want to lose. Like the motherly mentor I have in Mrs. Hay. L think about the fact that she did not think that her professionalism in the office did not stop her from giving me a motherly hug and praying for me and making sure I got to the ER. And our school nurse Allison who gave me WISE tactics of being seen first in the ER if the condition got worse. God, please dont take those people away, they are extensions of your love from this Brooklyn born kid who never had nothing. You have given so much.
As I was called into the doctor's office, I was left with nothing other than my thoughts and a thin gown revealing the ashy blackness of my skin, my wirey frame and the funk of my feet. I dont know about you reading this but black masculinity is a very precious thing and when it is lost I tend to lose myself with it. This truth has many faces to its observers as it can be humorous as well as serious all within the same smile.
It was humbling enough that I walked into the hospital with my thumb holding my place in my Harry Potter book which stereotypically should have been a XXL or selecting the gritty, grimmest rap classics on an IPod but this was ridiculous. "I'm a grown man and I am struggling to throw the gown on!!!" And it doesn't help that I am a staggering 5'6 with 130 pounds of lean muscle. It took the nurse to help put the gown on. (Hope I never see her ever in my life again. The Lord might just bring her around when I get full of myself to humble me).
All in all, this hospital visit was an issue of the heart for me. I realized the condition of my heart and how vital it is in my comprehensive health. I interact with ideas better than people.
I do need to put an end to the unhealthy practices that I engage in that affect my heart. My ambitions have had an affect on my heart and the damages are irreversible. I get only one heart till Christ return and I dont know how long He will tarry. Plus I dont know how long it could beat.But I still got alot to do. I still got alot to learn, accomplish, and enjoy.
Sitting in the hospital made me realize that as much hospitality that hospitals show, they can never ease or comfort of our weaknessness. They could never make up for our failures. They can never buy back lost time, materials or mend messed up relationships. Our bodies show us how frail we really are. And they expose the issues of our heart. I now know what is important. People over philosophies. It is never ideas over a community of people to serve and love. That is true hospitality that nurses all wounds until the complete healing brought by our Lord Jesus Christ. And that is the hospitality that we are commanded to show to each other. I struggle to believe that still. But I believe a little more today. Lord, I'll keep moving until you stop my heart from beating. Nothing or no one else is worth living or dying for.
This is a project that I am happy directing. One of the most personable and honest people that I have met on this campus has agreed to do a little radio podcast so here is the promo. More to come. Also, "The Real Ray Ray Show" has nothing to do with PBU, nor is it connected with any PBU staff or personnel. This is a side project that I am sharing with you all so you can get a different perspective. Stay tuned folks for more. This is one of the projects I have been working on.
Okay here the deal ya. I have heard some crazy notion that my style is outdated. You say Im stuck in a past decade, I rather say that I am a walking historian, a collector of culture, educating my generation about its roots through its fashion. These... are not mere clothes to me, they represent ideals and values in which I subscribe to and I think that those things are what the current generation is missing. Social conscience as well as personal awareness.
But enough of my defense. There are people who would like to see I change for a day. They would like me to leave the narrow path I tip toe on and run the broad road of today's current fashion trends. Some people are even offering to take me out shopping to pick out outfits. So for once in a lifetime, once in history and only this time, Sam Cornet will put his convictions, beliefs, comfort and pride aside and he will explore the current world of Hip Hop. For my hip hop heads do not call me a sell out. I will find you....lol....nah im serious..... I am only building bridges with this new generation.
So if a hundred people vote in favor for this task, I will do this.
If you are in favor of this reply:
Change the Game!!
As I sit here finishing up homework, I realized that too many of the books we read do not do a good job of communicating to us. Lofty speech and sentences does not impress me. Lofty speech and sentences tend to anger me and I tend to walk away with no interest. Which brings me to my question, should reading be a language of its own?
Ive been told that I sometimes write the way I talk. Which is why I try to correct whatever I write. To some degree, I do not see that as an issue. If my audience in which I am writing to understands my dialect should I not write that way? I mean we can go to the extremes of broken English and Ebonics. Though I am a black man from the hood, I am not an advocate for that. Speech should be clear to everyone. But some "scholars" write material that do not communicate ideas well because the presentation of their ideas are way too technical. We as Americans do not talk as technical as a written grammar demands. For example, we talk in contractions.
I question the idea of an intelligence that does not allow successful transfer of information. I question the idea of an intelligence that enables one to flaunt his years of study in order to intimidate those who have less of an encounter of the subject matter. If you are a teacher or a writer, do me and the millions of college students who do not understand what you are saying a favor, TALK AND WRITE CLEAR ENGLISH!!!!
Whats up PBU perspectives. Its been a minute now with the amount of blogs I've written. There is so much to express and of course being that I am writing on the public domain of the internet, there is a lot to filter.
PBU is going through a lot of changes. Renovations happened throughout the summer to accommodate the new students and of course you guys the perspectives. Courses and curriculms are being thought thorough, the dorms on campus are constantly being evaluated and student organizations are thinking through how to foster a more socially diverse student body. The blogs site is an example of that endeavor to get people who are interested in Philadelphia Biblical University connect to the education is offers. It with that that I realized that this blog site that I write on is a contribution to not only the perspectives of the incoming freshman but also the perspectives of the upperclassmen that are already here.
So it is with that that I announce that I am working on a radio show with probably the most personable people here at this school. Look out for that. It will be social critiques from the perspectives of the students on campus. Also, PBU's own Inherit the Fall and I will be working together so look out for what happens with that.
Aight so I told you all that I was working on a little memoir on my experiences as an intern at Epiphany Fellowship, so here is the title track to the side project that accompanies it. Please post comments about whether you understood song or not, Im mad open to that. For detailed comments or question hit me up at my school's email at jc768@eagle.pbu.edu. Peep it.
Ayo ya'll, we are going to video!!! I'll still be writing stuff but with the new video option I'll be posting up series of stuff while shooting PBU Life. So look out!!
With everything that happens in our little Langhorne Manor campus, it has always perplexed me how life does not wait for us to learn about it till it engages us. Our social lives, our work lives, our relationships and friendships are no respecters of our academic responsibilities. Bank Accounts demand our managing, bills have to be paid, and ministry at our local church must go on. Yet the time desired to hide in isolation and muse about what is taught in the classroom is always sought after and never found. The isolated ivory tower of academia is never removed from the world it seeks to hide from.
My main man Descartes was a man that believed that there are three possible Avenues to truth. Study of Letters (Books, and a Formal Education), Study of the book of the World (Life Experiences), and the knowledge of self. As I sit and think about what Descartes held to as conviction, I agree to an extent. Knowledge of self and the world is just as important as a formal education. A formal education only exposes how deep the issues of the humanities are and the people who contributed to various arguments. There only difference in my agreement with his views is that the Bible should inform all of our observations of the humanities, our life experiences and our knowledge of who we are.
The more I study, struggle, fail, plan, and pray, I find that if our education does not empower us to make firm decisions on how we live, it is not knowledge at all. Our responsibility to cultivate and work the earth to submission must stem from knowledge. That knowledge belongs and originates in the persons of God. Im convinced that I am ready to use whatever little knowledge I have to cultivate a life that contributes to society. A life that is an exemplar to the original design of what it is to be human. There are many dreams to work into reality. I am leaving the ivory tower and I am choosing to walk forward. It is time that we as students leave the observation tower and touch, feel, and experience true knowledge which is the interaction with God, His world and His people. Lets get dirty. Lets get to work.
Shout outs to Ed, Michael, and Earl. You are not displaced. You are humans who have showed me that the fallen systems of this world could never cultivate a man. A man cultivate systems. I am praying that the same graceful revelation that I have received bring you comfort where there are concrete slab, warmth of the soul in the midst of the wind stroking skin, and the hospitality of a family through a stranger. You live in a paradox. Keep your minds sharp and thank you for teaching me how to survive.
People look out for Law, Liberty, Love. and look out for Redemption's Theme. Its coming. As a man, I give ya'll my word.
