I know that we have all been overwhelmed and extremely frustrated by what is taking place in Ferguson, MO since August and also last night after the DA’s announcement that the Grand Jury has voted not to indict Officer Darren Wilson. Will you indulge me for a minute or two to express my heart on this matter? This is how I see things:

Racism and hatred have existed since the beginning…in Genesis Cain hated Abel and killed him. Cain was angry that God accepted Abel’s sacrifice to the LORD, so rather than repenting and being obedient…he chose to hate and then murder.

The Hebrews were enslaved in Egypt for 430 years (Exodus 12:20). The Pharoah’s worked them extremely hard and many where killed during that time by the Egyptians. While they were able to escape slavery by God’s grace, the Jewish People (Hebrews) have remained hated throughout the centuries. Why? Because God shows them favor and loves them. In fact, in Scripture He calls Israel (its beautiful Jewish People) the apple of His eye (Zechariah 2:8).

Sin causes people to do terrible and awful things. Sin breeds hatred, jealousy, resentment and those feelings, if fostered, cause us to hurt people. If we allow sin to take root, it will destroy us and those around us. As such, if Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman would have BOTH chosen to go home, Trayvon Martin would still be alive today. In my opinion, they are both at fault. Further, if Michael Brown had listened to Officer Darren Wilson and moved to the sidewalk, he would still be alive today. For every action of sin there is a consequence. Sometimes an ultimate consequence, as we see with Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown.

It is very tragic that two young men lost their lives. It is disheartening that George Zimmerman chose to pursue Trayvon Martin, even after calling the police to handle the matter…he took matters into his own hands. However, I feel Officer Wilson was put in a vulnerable position.

My father, Jim Shook, and several of my uncles and a cousin were policemen. I know that my Daddy would have never shot anyone unless provoked and he had no other choice. My cousin, Robin, shared her thoughts this morning with us cousins about our fathers. She shared something my Uncle Tommy said, “My Dad told me this morning that every day or night before he went to work he prayed Lord don’t let me be in the position to have to hurt someone and please don’t let someone hurt me.” That statement from my uncle embodies the heart of a policeman. Yes, there are corrupt policemen and racist policemen however, that is not the norm.

Our fathers would work crazy, long shifts to protect all of us…white, black, hispanic and so on. They put on the uniform, kissed us goodbye and went to work. I remember many times when my Daddy worked his shift how my Momma would fret until he was home. There were no cellphones where he could call her and check in. Even if there were, his work ethic would not have allowed him to. I am proud of my family who have served in the police force and it breaks my heart when lawless people accuse all police of being racist because of a few. It angers me that President Obama would stand up, face the nation and say police need more training. The public, at large, does not realize the ongoing training they already receive. The time spent at the shooting range to re-qualify to shoot their firearms. My Daddy had excruciatingly painful rheumatoid arthritis and was always concerned that he would not qualify at the range and thus lose his job; or that his arthritis would cause him not to be able to protect the public, if he had to shoot. President Obama spoke out of pure ignorance and only to appease certain people.

The only solution to sin is turning toward the Savior. We have turned our backs on God…children are not being raised according to the Scriptures. They are thrown into public schools that are teaching them that Islam is right….what are Muslims doing….killing. They are taught that it is wrong to submit to authority, it begins in the home when a mother undermines the father’s authority in the home. It continues when a teacher disciplines a child at school for doing something wrong and the parents go up to the school and have the teacher disciplined for correcting and embarrassing their child and so it goes. It begins in the home….

Sin is not a discriminator…its target is whites, blacks, hispanics and so on. God is not a discriminator either…He sent His son, Jesus, to die on Calvary for us all…Praise His Name! That’s my nickle’s worth today. Thank you for reading.



I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed tonight by the upcoming holidays. I’m so wishing I could be in Virginia and see my sisters, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and friends…I am missing my Momma and Daddy, Grandparents…..just family. I would give my eye teeth to go for a walk around the lake with you,Christie….or play board games and drink hot, yummy coffee with you Rene! I would love to smell my Momma’s turkey cooking all night in the oven and waking up Thanksgiving morning smelling the delicious aroma permeating the house! I would give just about anything to have just one of my Aunt Scarlett‘s meatballs or my Aunt Lorraine‘s potato salad. I would love to have a big bowl of beans and cornbread at Momma’s kitchen table. I long to sit around the piano with my sister, Angela or my friend, Wanda and sing hymns while Daddy comes in with a little bass. I want to taste snowflakes melting on my tongue and feel the leaves crunching under my feet.


Each year I think it will get better and I will be a bit less homesick than last year…but it never works out that way. Life is so short and time isn’t always our friend…our loved ones pass on, siblings lose touch, cousins become strangers and we wake up and realize we are our parents now.

Dave‘s parents will be here on Dec. 11th, but they will be leaving before Christmas…and just like Thanksgiving…it will be Dave, Joshua and me…so, I’m trying to find new traditions that we can celebrate, as a family of three. It doesn’t make sense to cook a big ole turkey for us…but there IS a need for traditions. The traditions we started as a young family, when Momma was still here and we traveled to Virginia twice a year have faded. I know for Joshua the need to form new traditions is so important for him…but it is difficult to embrace.

I am so grateful that God put Dave and I together…to make a life. I’m looking forward to seeing where he will take us in life…will it be Israel…will it be here…I look forward to the coming years when Joshua becomes a pastor, takes a wife and starts filling our lives with grand-babies to love and kiss and hold and begin again…NEW TRADITIONS.

It is difficult to let go of the traditions your parents established and create your own…but it is needful. So, I embrace the holidays and look forward to the lessons God will teach me and the new traditions we will form. After all, God is in the details and I have entrusted all the details of my life to HIM. There is no other way.