Dr. Eyeball and A Sparrow’s Life…
There are reasons behind the reasons that we thought we knew…
Nothing is by happenstance and nothing is wasted; and I Thank God for having
been led to lead “A Sparrow’s Life”.
Our God doesn't have a myopic view when it comes to viewing his promises to us; in fact, his
foresight is futuristic and beyond compare or imagination; it’s our nearsightedness is what dims our view to
his possibilities and we project that vision impairment onto God.
I was paid a visit today by Dr. Eyeball and it blessed my spiritual gaze to see that God even
takes into consideration the periphery that we consider only to be static on our line of communication with
him. He was both a legend and celebrity figure while coming up the adolescent ranks to
teenager at the coveted tween-and-teenager skating rank affectionately known to the residents of Duval County as Skate
City. It was a frequented haunt of those were trusted to stay out
till midnight or later; or for those
who bucked curfew and would deal with the consequences, and the ever-present
thorn in the side of those who never ventured inside it’s halls with the wafting
aromas of freshly popped corn or the soured dill of a pickle being crunched as
they walked in circular motion around the outer track of the rink.
To post-up on the wood-paneled walls that lined the back
walls that we narrowly made way through the throngs of kids just ecstatic to be
within its bowels because the beast was thumping from the moment you entered
its doors until the huge clock in the middle of the back wall that seemed to
taunt you as the minutes ticked by that you wished you could stop struck midnight and like Cinderella, life as
usual returned because your mother or adult figure who had been designated to
either drop-off, pick-up or both was their like Johnny-on-the-spot parked in a
line of other vehicles waiting to carpool several kids from every neighborhood
across the county back home. It was a
rite of passage…
I remember the atmosphere, the vibes, the fights, the falls
on skates, the prolific skaters and their routines and even Mike Jones with his
Michael Jackson buttons that lined the lapel of his black trench coat, long
before we feared and scorned the sight of a black trench coat in correlation
with mass shootings; because I had heard from my sister and others of how
awesome it was and would be when it was my turn to grace the halls; and because
I was just thinking of all this just a couple of days ago. And I hadn't been to Skate City in some twenty-plus
years but two days ago I lounged in the idea of how the good ole’ days seemed demolished as the building that once had the
huge Skate marquee that lit up the street and the hearts of all who entered.
It stopped in that latter years of being purely fun but fully
real when Dr. Eyeball began carrying
an uzzi assault weapon as both
protection and a deterrent of violence.
Our innocence had once and for all being stolen by those who took the
first life over some athletic shoes in our city, (not even Jordan’s). Life would forever be changed… in the City… at the City.
So it was as much as a surprise when I saw Dr. Eyeball look
down upon me as I climbed the stairs towards the door at work. He was there early and I don’t like to deal or
converse with customers before it was actually time for me to clock in but I
was overtaken when I saw Dr. Eyeball staring down at me and not appearing to
have aged since the last time that I laid eyes on him. He was just as shocked to hear me say his stage name. But once I had explained to him that I had
just thought of everything aforementioned we had a good flash back on
yesteryear and then God spoke to me and said that, just as no one knew of the
thoughts I had pondered two days ago of Dr. Eyeball and Skate City, but here he
was standing right before me front and
center. It is the same that he will
do for me regarding the issues of my heart and that they will soon stand before
me front and center because only he knows.
Thank God for his watchful eyes of this sparrow… Going
from 20+ years to 2 days… Seeing is believing…
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