Where the Power Lies
Every inch of my bedroom walls, including the baseboards and doors, were covered with Jackson Five pictures and posters from the RIGHT ON! Magazine. When my sister Leslie was about two or three years old, in front of Mommy, she identified each member of the group, “ Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon and Michael.” Then she began to sing their song, “ABC”. I was so proud of Les; Mommy was not.
“What’s your telephone number baby?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s your address baby?”
“I don’t know.”
Mommy started screaming at me. “My child knows all about The Jackson Five, but she doesn’t know her telephone number and address?!! You have two weeks to teach this child these things or I will beat your behind.” I was not a lover of pain, so I immediately enrolled Les in my indoctrination school. During bath, meals, play and our limited T.V. times, Les was grilled until she could recite and dial our telephone number, and she could tell anyone who asked our address. And I was several days ahead of schedule. Continue reading
Focus on the Door
Tammy A. Phillips
In 1977 I decided that I needed a new personality because I was unsettled and dissatisfied. I prayed; an ad in a weekly magazine seemed to be my answer. An international organization’s local office was offering guidance in developing a new self. I enthusiastically showed up one afternoon.
A friendly man met me at the door and calmly gave me a tour of the small facility. I remember there were many opened-door rooms filled with chatter. In one of the larger rooms, there were several people hooked up to headsets that were plugged into tape recorders. The guide explained that they were listening to pertinent information that would help them become better human beings. I was intrigued. Continue reading
USE WHAT YOU HAVE
by Tammy A. Phillips
Young people often think they can do all things, all at once. Well. I was no exception. In the late 1970’s I was a member of a professional theatre company, consistently wrote plays and poems, worked in a government agency and was a full-time student. Often my peace of mind was shaken by my feelings of inadequacy.
One day while driving I saw a bumper sticker on the back of a car that read: IF YOU WANT PEACE OF MIND, CALL THIS NUMBER. A few decades before cellphones, I struggled to remember the telephone number and the ministry name: S.K. Hawthorne Ministries. I made it home and called the number. The counselor invited me to the ministry office where she and others invited me to know peace with God through a personal relationship with His Son Jesus Christ.
Someone in 1978 used a bumper sticker to draw others to Jesus. What do we have available to us today?
An inmate came to know Jesus because Continue reading
Tammy A. Phillips
I will lift up my eyes to the hills, From whence comes my help? My help comes from the Lord Who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2
For a minute a hundred years ago, I worked at daycare. One day, two toddlers were sitting underneath the table in the small cafeteria. Several times they went from looking at the floor to seriously jabbering at each other. The scene amused me: I went to investigate.
On the floor was a puddle of milk and in one child’s hand was a torn piece of paper towel. It became apparent that they had been discussing how to clean up the milk. Finally, the enterprising toddler tried to clean up the liquid with the tiny piece of paper towel. It was completely absorbed and much of the puddle still remained on the floor. I got a large piece of paper towel, cleaned up the mess and returned the two to their seats.