My Pilgrimage 2 Prince’s Home

I found out about Prince when I was 14. I watched him on American Bandstand with my uncle E-Woo, and played the “For You” & “Prince” albums in his room. Although he doesn’t remember buying them. Maybe Earl or one of the twins brought them over. I wouldn’t know. I just know they were there. I became a serious Prince fan when I was 16 (35 years ago). Devouring his lyrics, trying to find hidden spiritual messages to convince my parents that he wasn’t the antichrist. 🙄 When I was 17, my mom passed and I had no siblings to look up to, so I latched onto his spirit and never let go. Unfortunately I was unable to bear anyone who reminded me that my mom was gone, so I distanced myself. Therefore Prince has been my mentor, my heart, and my soul for what seems like an eternity.

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The Persecution of the Red Cup

Persecute : to treat (someone) cruelly or unfairly especially because of race or religious or political beliefs : to constantly annoy or bother (someone) #ItsJustACup

I truly appreciated this post by Natasha Ramsey. I had to share it. People are just so out of control. There are more dire things to fight for. So many prayers need to go out to our brothers and sisters in Paris right now. This is where our energies should be directed. There is such an abundance of ugliness and hatred, and you would think that this is where Christians would want to have the strongest presence. The red Starbucks cups represent the recognition of diversity. That is the most humane, most Christian way to see it.
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