Sunday, April 19, 2009

STAYING CONNECTED

My new phrase... or rather My personal equation is now, Brandon Davenport = Creativity + Inspiration. I like that a great deal. You know, I just kinda came up with it. Wasn't really thinking about coming up with anything of the sort.

Arguably my greatest inspiration is sitting next to me in my recliner watching Space Chimps again. He's quiet. Usually, that's not Jackson. He's loud...He's active. He wants you know you're in his world. It's when Jackson gets quiet that I have to be on my toes...because If I can't see him, that means he's usually into something.

If you're a parent...then you know what I mean. You can relate.. In that type of situation, we are.....CONNECTED.

Yesterday, Jackson was in my bedroom watching Cartoons and I was in our living catching up on my DVR episodes. My son was quiet... Now, on certain cartoons, J is quiet, but nothing was on for him to be that quiet....Something told me to get up and go check on him...When I did, I was about to catch fire.... CHEETOS EVERYWHERE, he was jumping up and down on the bed and it was like Chester the Cheetah was on my Slumber box saying...."It ain't easy....Being Cheeeeesy".

My intial reaction was to get mad... I had a headache still from the Tequila that me and French smashed before going out to RAW. Then I realized... "Yo, he's two. Plus, you left the bag of cheetos on the bed instead of putting them in a bowl like usual. Because you were lazy, this is the result that you get. You can't be mad for a kid being a kid."

Still, that behavior, while not unexpected, was still not acceptable so J needed to be punished. I turned of the television and went to go get the vaccuum. However, J is smart and hard headed, he knows how to turn on the television. What Jackson didn't realize is that I had unplugged the TV because I had to get behind the stand to get all of the cheetos.

So there he was, pushing the power button repeatedly and nothing was happening. I'm standing there watching this and I sort of chuckle.... He looks at me and continues to keep pushing the button. No TV. Finally he gets frustrated and smacks the TV and by this time I'm cracking up.... If I would have gotten mad, I wouldnt have seen what was just shown to me in this situation.

Jackson, while knowing how the TV worked, didnt understand that the reason that it WASNT working like normal was because there was no electricity flowing through it. It was not CONNECTED to it's power source. It is in this recollection that my spirit spoke and asked me... "What are you connected to?"

If you know me or have read a certain blog, you will know that I am HUGE on energy. The Celestine Prophecy was one of my favorite books. If you haven't, go back and read the blog on the FOURTH INSIGHT, the Struggle for Power. However, this blog isn't on the same plateau as that. Energy is neither created nor destroyed...This is about POWER. POWER comes from a SOURCE, and you need to be connected to it in some way to channel it. Whether by being plugged in or whatever...You need something to funnel the power from the source into your life.

It takes a certain amount of power to start your car... Run your air conditioner, your refridgerator... the television you watch... the computer you surf the net on. I just put some oatmeal cookies in the oven for Jackson to eat before he goes to bed and even my range falls into that same category. It is powered with a certain cord. You can't just plug it into a regular wall outlet and expect it to be able to get to 350. It doesn' t have the ability to sustain the amount of power needed.

When you apply that same theorem to your life, if you are trying to solve for X, with X usually being the "Unknown" I advise you to go back in your life and see what you are "CONNECTED" to. What is your power source? I know lately my blogs have had a hint of "God" and "God's word" in them and that's just because of what I believe. I believe in Christ. I'm not overly religious, because that comes from Man, so I don't get caught up in dominations or customs.

I love my pastor, but I know that he's a man. Falliable just as I am. I'm not connected into him. I'm connected into the one he speaks about. I love my church, but again, they are imperfect people so I don't draw my power from them. I do my best to stay connected into God and his word.

I can try harder and that's something I'm working on, but being a PGK(Preacher's Grand Kid) I know a great deal of the word by heart. However, that's not enough. My grandfather, god rest his soul, was only a man. I can't get by based on his works or on his faith. Same with my father.

Now with me being a father, it will be the same for Jackson. I'll do my best to show him the way, but he will have to walk the path.

He looks to me to supply his needs...and I do. In that aspect, I do have some power. I have the power to feed Jackson if he is hungry. I have the power to satisfy his thirst if he needs something to drink.

However, my power is limited. Jackson will feel both hunger and thirst again.

I have, as his earthly father, accepted that as fate. The power to keep any and everything from happening to him is not within me. I do know where to get connected for that.

From Jackson's spilling the cheetos, to me having to clean them up... It's amazing to what inspires you... What reminds you of the things that you should already know.

So as Monday rolls around, and those of us who aren't the boss have to deal with people on our jobs who may have some authority... start hating, trippin, or whatever before you've even had your first cup of free coffee... Remember how small their power really is on your life compared to that of Christ.

Stay Connected, remember where your power comes from. Be Encouraged...


This is the Middle Finger, telling you, "If you are living in darkness, Go to where the POWER is."

Bonus*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8aI-GOt-w90


Take a few minutes and check out the video. Shout out to Neesha who does this...and always remembers to remind me. At about 3:30-4:30 of the video... You can really feel the words through what you see.

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