Saturday, January 29, 2011

Rare Groove, Jan. 29, 2011



Five Blind Boys of Alabama --- Someday We Must Bow Before Him

For those of you who may not be aware, my mother is a minister. My entire childhood was one spent growing up in the church. While there have been many times I have strayed from that path, I remain a firm believer in God, and salvation through Jesus Christ. Would I call myself religious? No I would not. But I am very spiritual person.

Regardless of belief, I do know that death makes us all wonder. Being the type of person who likes to know things before hand, I don't want to leave this world and be unprepared for what comes next. Definitely something that I think about.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet

Remembering the Good Times

I like to pride myself in being a strong person.  It is something that I feel is embedded in my blood.  I come from many generations of strong men and women, who have taught their children to be strong like them.  Earlier this week, one of those men passed away.  My uncle was like a second father to me.  He was always there to lead, guide, and nurture.  He was a soft spoken man, but his words always made an impact, full of wisdom, advice, encouragement, and love.  He lived by an example that I am proud to say I will follow for the rest of my life.  His presence will be greatly missed.

And while this time is hard, I know he's in a better place.  He no longer has to suffer with the worries and pains of this world.  I am just grateful for all of the memories left with me and my family.  We were blessed to know and love a remarkable man for many years, and the impact of that blessing will not only be felt in our lifetimes, but passed down to future generations.

This is what life is all about.  As we live, we touch the hearts and minds of those who we come in contact with.  We should all strive to be the best that we can be, not merely for our sakes, but to enrich the lives of our families and friends.

Embrace those who you love and care about, and cherish the good times while you have them.

R.I.P.  Franklin Jamison Sr.

Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet