LIFE'S GREATEST MEMORIES

I had to visit my own blog site and discover that I had not entered a word for a long time.   The reflections since my last post  have been rich with memories. Memories that remind me how fragile my life really is. Since my last post one of my closest Brothers in Christ DJ passed away. DJ was daily reminded me how wonderful and sometimes horrible it is to serve my fellow brothers. He taught me that life really is fun even under bad circumstances.
He taught me that the Kingdom of God is seen in relationships and communication with other people and not the dry pages of theology. He showed me the spirit of generosity because we shared life so close together. He needed me and I needed him. I bathed in that spirit of joy that DJ gave out. DJ was truly a mans man because he was strong and
courageous. Their was nothing that he would not attempt and in his mind  despite being visually impaired  "all things" were truly possible. What a privilege to see my need for someone like DJ. I know that he cannot be replaced but that need for and love towards a person with a disability is the rich gemstone that remains as the gift from DJ. Thank you brother for altering the direction of my life in a Godly way. I will always cherish that need in my heart for someone like you and when I find that person your gift will life on and my learning will continue.
                  The second thing that has occured since my last post has been the birth of my

 son MJ. (Marceaux Joseph Bury Jr.) MJ has quickly reminded me of his need for me. He has shown me that I need to pay a little bit more attention in life. The enjoyment of the moment is the beckoning of his cry. I was terrified at first because I really did not always know what to do and because I really only cared about myself first. This was quickly rearranged and "MJ is King" I kind of like that better. It makes my  life simpler. Like DJ I bath in the joy from MJ. The joy of watching him walk through life is priceless. I have been called to serve him and that is what I really need. Once again this need for each other is the schoolmaster that lifts me kicking and screaming to a new spiritual awairness.