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Racial Divide and Disney on Bible.org

 

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On June 16, 2017, the world learned of the verdict, not guilty, in the Philando Castile case. My social media was a cascading uproar of comments hurled from both sides of the issue. While my job is not to persuade you concerning the facts of this case or many others like it, I believe it’s fair for me to say that you could understand the overwhelming helplessness that beset me amidst all of this. Once I finally got my bearings, I came up to take a breath yet another swell of water broke over my shoulders. I watched as an unarmed man was punched in the face and kicked to the ground on a routine stop. He was just a teenager. I let the water consume me until things went dark…

Read the rest by clicking the link below

http://blogs.bible.org/engage/christen_jacobs/racial_divide_and_disneys_moana

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Racial Divide and Disney on Bible.org

 

moana

On June 16, 2017, the world learned of the verdict, not guilty, in the Philando Castile case. My social media was a cascading uproar of comments hurled from both sides of the issue. While my job is not to persuade you concerning the facts of this case or many others like it, I believe it’s fair for me to say that you could understand the overwhelming helplessness that beset me amidst all of this. Once I finally got my bearings, I came up to take a breath yet another swell of water broke over my shoulders. I watched as an unarmed man was punched in the face and kicked to the ground on a routine stop. He was just a teenager. I let the water consume me until things went dark…

Read the rest by clicking the link below

http://blogs.bible.org/engage/christen_jacobs/racial_divide_and_disneys_moana

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Pampers in the Pews featured on Bible.org

Hey there wonderful people I am so blessed to share with you my latest article for Bible.org Engage-  “A Millennial’s Journey into Women’s Ministry” I am a true supporter of bridging the gap and loving each other well across generations!

check it out I would love your feedback

http://blogs.bible.org/engage/christen_jacobs/a_millennials_journey_into_womens_ministry

 

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Doubters Welcome Pampers in the Pews joins Bible.org

Anyone who knows me knows that I sing the praises of Bible.org! There is nothing like being able to search for articles on sensitive subjects on a site you can trust. I never thought that on day I would click on this site and see my own face! I am so grateful to the team at Engage Bible.org blog for allowing me to serve. YAY!

I am doing a happy dance. Please check out my first guest blog by clicking the link below this is an adaptation from a blog that started here on Pampers in the Pews.

Thanks for your continued support! I pray this blesses someone! Doubters Welcome on Bible.org

 

http://blogs.bible.org/engage/christen_jacobs/doubters_welcome

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Why Kim K just may be my pregnancy hero

Kim Kardashian and Kanye West catch a movie together

So right about now those of you who know me or those who just operate on common sense are probably doing a “Say what now?!”  I admit there are not many things that would make me put the word hero and Kim K in the same sentence.

But my honest truth is that she really is a model for pregnancy for me. Let me tell you why…

She wasn’t blessed with a “cute” pregnancy and that’s ok!

Yes I know all pregnancies are beautiful but lets face it some ladies have that perfectly round ball and no fat that appears any where on her body! People asked me all the time if I was going to do a pregnancy photo shoot. My answer was no! I enjoyed feeling baby move inside of me, I enjoyed the pregnancy attention I got but I did not love the way I looked.  In my first pregnancy I never seemed to pop out! In fact I got wider and wider until my belly button just collapsed on itself.  I was ok with that but I didn’t have the picturesque pregnancy that you see in magazines and neither did Kim! So a real life famous person had a baby bulge instead of a baby bump and the world got to see that this is a beautiful pregnancy too!  Work that bulge Kim K! You are a trail blazer for wide pregnant women every where!

She had cankles and the world needs to learn about this! Stop telling lies to young aspiring mothers every where! Your feet will grow and heels will spread and they may never come back!  

Ok I will not tell a lie this was a tragic choice of foot wear on her behalf. However this happens in pregnancy! This is what many moms suffer through before the bouncing baby comes! Kim K! Work those cankles and try another shoe but good for you!

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She is not afraid of having babies back to back! 

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Come next May I will have 3 kids 3 and under! I love my life! I love my Kids but to most people you would think that I have somehow lost my mind having so many children back to back. Here are the top front runners of strange rhetoric about having multiple children.

  1. You guys need a TV in the bed room! ummm ok we have a TV in our bedroom but we also like to engage in marital intimacy is that ok with you.
  2. Don’t you know how to use birth control. Why yes my husband was actually a sex ed teacher for some time you know.
  3. (Now on my third pregnancy) Are you going to have your tubes tied?  …I am glad that you are concerned for my reproductive organs however I think I would rather have a conversation about life altering surgery with husband… THANK YOU!
  4. After I found out about my second child another mother says… Oh I am so sorry…I’m like sorry for what? The miracle of life? No need to be sorry we love having our kids close in age.

 

All in all you can see that Kim is an every day women pregnancy hero. She isn’t concerned about what social norms say about how many children you have and how long you should wait. For me when I often feel like a baked potato warped in foil I am proud to see another lumpy pregnancy in media.

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Black in America: Here’s my story

Yesterday I read a post by a good friend of mine. A good man father of two husband to one a law abiding, tax paying, highly educated black man. While picking up his children he was belittled as a white woman yelled at him calling him a Nigger, telling him to get out of her neighborhood. I felt his pain and confusion as  he tried to navigate his rage while still holding the responsibility of responding as a Christian man in front of his girls.

What befuddles me about this, is the question, why all the anger? Why all the hatred? Why would a grown woman find it to to be socially acceptable to belittle a man who has done nothing to her in front of his children.

Hot on the trail of Beyonce’s Politically charged video “Formation” along with an equally symbolic Supper Bowl performance all of a sudden my social media is a vortex of erupting old wounds, bearing new ones and two side who don’t seem to get each other. I have no answer to the issue at hand. I have only bewilderment, only questions, only a lack of understanding.

So in light of it all I figured what they hey I should share my story. I am black. Born to a light skinned mom and a darker skinned father. I grew up with brothers and sisters who were all lighter than I with green eyes. I knew I was different.

I attended a school that was culturally mixed but majority white. I saw the popular girls. In particular there was one she had crystal blue eyes and straight blond hair. She was beautiful and I wanted to be like her.

When I was in the 4th grade I rushed to perm my hair so it could be more straight just like her. No one ever told me my hair needed to be straight but I just knew it deep down that is what it supposed to be.

My parents are well educated and I grew up in a middle class home. We speak properly and I was told that I talked “white” by my peers.

When my mother had her first child she named him Michael David. At our neighborhood pool a white woman told her that, that was a white name.

I was a proud member of the girl scouts in a majority white troupe. We had a lot of fun together. When the girls asked me where I lived they told me that my neighborhood was dangerous. The same neighborhood where I road my bike and walked my dog and knew my neighbors and was never threaten, I learned was a dangerous place.

I transitioned to a majority black middle school where I quickly took to the task of redefining myself. I think this is where I first learned that I could have two sides to who I am. I wanted to talk black, I wanted to dress black I wanted to be accepted.

When I came home I was told that my diction had worsened due to my school.

I played soccer the majority of my life. I love the game and I was good at it. One year I played for a majority white team and it was fun. During one intense defensive exchange with another player from a different team, the girl called me a monkey. I was rightfully upset but when I shared this with my teammates they said I was making something out of nothing.

On a family trip we begged the truck drivers to honk their horns for us as many children do. Instead of a honk the drivers held up middle fingers. I watched the man’s snarling face. He was so pleased with himself. Giving the F U sign to a kids seemed like the highlight of his day.

In college I was spat at. In college I was called a nigger. In college there were no repercussions for those who did these things. I was disillusioned.

I hung out with a white guy from my dorm. He wasn’t my first white boyfriend but he would hang out with me in private but when we crossed paths on campus he wouldn’t speak.

One time while in the car with my dad he got stopped for a routine traffic stop but they asked him to step out of the car. They then seated him in the back seat of the cop car to run his plates. I sat anxiously awaiting and praying.

I was in TJ max one day and the sweetest little girl came up to me and called me a Nigger. Her mother apologized profusely. I knew that she learned this from the very person who apologized to me.

We vacationed in Hilton Head. I was told by a white friend of mine that what looked like racism was really classism. It was a pretty silly idea to begin with that the two are not intrinsically tied together but I humored his argument.  But Hilton Head is known as a vacation hot spot for the elite. Here we were among them. My dad dropped us off at a public swimming pool near our own villa, me and my two sisters. When our hands touched the gate people got quiet. We were children. A man on the balcony called security. Apparently there was a pool designated for our cluster of villas. A reasonable thing but we were carted off. I couldn’t help but feel the disgrace.

Here I sit now. Watching some police officers act without accountability. Watching judges dismiss cases without having to give a rationale. Watching a lack of due process applied to even a criminal who has basic rights under the law. Watching a child with candy in his hand and nothing else killed. Watching others call him a thug and digging up how many detentions he attended to defame his character. Watching a man being shot and left in the street like a dog. Watching a 12 year old boy shot in the park, watching a young man shot and killed at the gas station for playing his music too loud. Watching the disparity  of unfair sentencing. Watching my friends family and neighbors telling me that everything is ok. That there is nothing to be concerned about. That racial tension is dead. Watching the republican candidates address a question about police brutality not by suggesting higher accountability for those who abuse their powers but taking the time to applaud the police with no mention of change. (Don’t get me wrong honest law enforcers should be praised)   All I am doing is watching. All I am doing is waiting. Everything disillusioned…. I can’t understand why you can’t see the problem.

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Every Once and a While I Sob After Making Love to my Husband

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I am hesitant to pin my thoughts on the matter of sex. It is so private and I lead a very public life in which many see me as a spiritual leader. So I pray I don’t offend you or totally freak out my parents. (Sorry mom and dad lol!!!)

But here is the thing if some people do look to me a spiritual leader than this is one of the MOST important things for me to talk about. People live and die captivated by sex, it’s every where we look, it is a source of much shame, drama, and hurt. It’s also a source of joy and intimacy. The media is so proudly weaving its view of sex without consequence so why should I not open my mouth to talk about it from a biblical perspective.

It’s true every once and a while I will burst into uncontrollable tears after my husband and I make love. Now you may be thinking isn’t the normal thing to cuddle, some have a smoke lol, but I think the reason behind my tears is quite beautiful and quite liberating.

Here is the thing, sex with your husband, with whom you have covenanted together before the Lord is safe. I think in general we go through life looking for safe places. It’s the most familiar places that bring us the fondest memories.

When my husband and I make love haunting thoughts of loosing the safety of his arms don’t run through my mind. I don’t have to worry that he may gather his things and leave by morning, or that I have to keep performing to get him to come back. I don’t have to worry about the “walk of shame.” I don’t worry about the moment he decides to move on to the next one, the one that is younger and more attractive than I am. I don’t have to wear just the right make up, all the latest clothes, or pretend like I don’t fart every once and a while. He knows that I do lol!

Our marriage covenant has given me the boundaries in which I can be free. My pastor often reminds us that while boundaries can appear to be restrictive, anything done without boundaries will comes to a point where it cannot be enjoyed. For instance, we all love football here in the great state of Texas right! But what if the game of football had no rules? What if there were no out of bounds? No off sides? No yard markers? The fact is without the boundaries it wouldn’t be football at all.

Because my husband and I have entered in an agreement before the Lord we have set boundaries that allow us to enjoy the game!  I cannot tell you how much the pressure is off when you know that your mate won’t walk away when he finds out who you really are, under the fake eye lashes and countered face. The pressure is off and its a beautiful thing.

This liberation I feel is two fold really…. It’s not just about the safety I feel in my husbands arms. It is also about the fact that my actions are pleasing in the sight of the Lord. Many people have an un- biblical view that God is somehow against sex.  God is in fact the creator of sex, it is a gift that He has given to the husband and wife not only for the purpose of procreation but for the purpose of pleasure. Sex is a demonstration of intimacy between man and woman as two people are intertwined in the most literal sense of the word the two flesh become one.

If you are reading this, and you hunger and thirst after righteousness then you know what the gut wrenching pain of disappointing God our father feels like.  You may know what it feels like to walk in church on Sunday with your head down not feeling worthy to be in his presence because despite your relationship with him you have gone out of bounds. You may have shed tears when you realize you have chooses a momentary pleasure over the will of the almighty God who has your best interest at heart.

If you have accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior then you should also know what it feels like to cast your cares upon him because he cares for you. You should also know what it feels like to look upon the Lord with shame and he removes your sorrow and gives you joy. We serve a redemptive father whose mercies are everlasting, who watches our mistakes and carefully guides us to the path of righteousness no matter the number of times we take a left turn. You should know that years of tasting the icing on a cake can be lifted from you in but a moment like when God told Moses to hold up a snake on a stick and that all that would look upon it would be free from their afflictions, in the same way we look upon our savior who has died for our sin, who has paid the penalty for us and he extends forgiveness and grace.

If you have been going out of bounds concerning sex can you imagine what it may feel like to the play the game as it should be played!!!!! Can you imagine enjoying God’s creation with freedom without guilt and shame. I can tell you there is nothing better.

So there it is, my first blog about my sex life and I am a bit embarrassed lol.  But I am also so very blessed and so very happy. It’s true at times I do sob after my husband and I make love. I sob because when I look in his loving eyes I see his devotion towards me. I see his delight in me. I see his commitment to me. I see his safety and his strength, his stability and his care and his forgiveness. Anything that has come before has been wiped away as we celebrate each other. What can be better than this?