Disclaimer...

Disclaimer

I am a Christian and I am an Artist but I am not a Christian Artist.

I go to church screaming “amen” to the preacher man as my spirit cries out hallelujah.

I go to the blue room in the jazz district screaming “say that” as my soul gives the same joy and praise.

I am a Christian and I am an Artist but I am not a Christian Artist.

At church they say love one and hate the other to avoid hells wrath, for this is the truth and spoken word of God.

When I proclaim my belief this is my truth and when I proclaim my experience this is my truth as well.

 I have two truths and at any moment I can feel hot or cold but don’t you dare call me luke warm.

When the two truths meet I shall walk in my eternal glory.

When what is meets what shall be is the true definition of victory.

I am a Christian and I am an Artist but I am not a Christian Artist.

Life is a journey of natural and supernatural things colliding, exchanging, and sharing experiences.

My God gives me hope and promise, My artistry gives me hope and promise

My God heals and consoles, My artistry heals and consoles.

My God defines, describes and delimits me, My artistry defines, describes, and delimits me

My God is all knowing and supernatural, My artistry is limited and present.

My God created me, My God created my artistry, and I practice both with no apology.

When I write or speak I do so with no disclaimer for this is the truth as I know it.

When I declare the works of the Lord I do so with no disclaimer, for this is the truth as I believe it.

If I deny either, then I renounce its claims and both claims have already been accepted and processed.

The explicitly of my truth can sometimes be a hard pill to swallow as I swear, expose, and verbally demolish the thing that once bound me.

My artistry is not politically or spiritually correct, but it is correct none the less.

Don’t hate my words, don’t hate my sharing, don’t hate my artistry…hate the sin and the world that perpetuates it.

I am a Christian and I am an Artist but I am not a Christian Artist.

I declare my ability to write, speak, and create art without having my Christian card snatched from the radical believer.

As a social worker there is a thin line between a radical believer and those labeled mentally ill…both need to find balance. Where is your love balance minister sin slayer?!

I wear many hats and I don’t use my Christianity to infiltrate the effectiveness of what I do. I can be a loving mother, friend, sister, professional, volunteer….and never mention Jesus, but you  know he lives inside of me as I flow in love, acceptance, and accountability.

Don’t call me out for my public confession and I will be sure not to judge you for your secret ones.

My truth is my testimony. I share it in the roughness there of realizing today its my story and tomorrow it will be someone elses. As they connect with my truth, I share my belief with them as well.

Dammit, I love Jesus!

I struggle as a Christian, I struggle as an artist……but in both I am liberated. I find my way. I receive forgiveness and I walk in the truest essence of who I am: Me

That’s My Truth…..Ruth!

I am a Christian and I am an Artist but I am not a Christian Artist.

Signed, Miss Ebony