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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Enter (02/27/06)

TITLE: There's Only One Way
By Pamela Bridgeman
03/05/06


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13 Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is the way, that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat: 14 Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. Matt 7:13-14 (KJV)

For a season my parents were separated even though Daddy was an Evangelist with a miracle anointing. There are bountiful stories about my daddy going into hospital rooms, laying hands on the infirmed and them walking out. During the time that my parents’ marriage was estranged, we children lived with Mama.

Mama was brilliant, an educated, skilled, and trained black woman. She was one of those stereotypical black women, who could bring home the bacon… You get the picture. Still money was scarce; so Mama would put together creative “casseroles” for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Often the ingredients were government cheese, powdered eggs, milk and spam. Or the scraps from the lunchroom that my maternal Grandpa brought home from the elementary school where he was a janitor. This was but one of his varied means of keeping food on his family’s table and clothes on our backs.

Sometimes when I would scrunch my nose up at the special concoction Mama had served up on my plate, she would say, “Aw, Ms. Nice Nasty. Eat your food; it’s all going down the same way. And when it goes down, it's coming out the same way that it comes out everyone else.”

Even though I am a social worker and a compassionate care minister that clings fervently to ethics and integrity, every time I think about what Mama always used to say, I repent of my judgments. Every time I remember my history of being “Ms. Nice Nasty”, I embrace godly sorrow for the judgments I pass concerning folk who are different than me.

Recently, I became self-employed and, let’s just say my cupboard isn’t exactly full. So today, in honor of Mama, I created a casserole.


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Amanda D'costa03/07/06
I understand only too well what you mean. Your article is very easy to relate to and at times I too feel guilty about the way I've behaved when I was younger and took things for granted. Now I end up doing similar things that my mom does. All that I used to critisize her about.... and I've ended up looking like her too! Ha ha

This article is well written and makes one re-think our priorities. Good work.