Kennedy Babies
Born July 1, 1964 – December 31, 1964
In Ancient Days, some people were mourned for 90 days. Yet, in the case of our beloved President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, he was mourned a whole year.
It started that Friday evening, November 22, 1963 – WHEN all the families were home from work and school and play that we sat around our one little 13” circle television and heard the details of our president, and his passing.
My grandmother had died in 1959, but she noticed a young Senator on that television set and called him a “gentle giant.” She was from Ireland and spoke of the young Kennedy as, one of the descendants of the Red Haired Giants of Ireland. They, she said, were evil…did evil things as some of God’s Other Sons did pushing the little Druids around because they were bigger and bore no patience with their little legs. Goats and sheep, she said, The Lord Jesus wants us to forget about the Zodiac and animal likenesses we bare. We are all reduced down to sheep and goats. Remember child, when you stand up against a situation, or even a person, you will choose to push another around to do your dirty work, or you will pray to a Living God that morning to give you strength and direction to be the sheep, that you are and take direction from the Holy Spirit. We are to bare the “fruit of that Holy Spirit” and do as we are told/do as we are guided through morning prayer, each and every day.
That Kennedy boy has the heart of the saints. He actually cares about the people he represents. They say he grew up rich, and never say the poverty and injustice to Indians and Black people. But now that he has taken office, his goings around the Congress and meeting people and talking deals, he sees how the poor ones are cut out and forgotten in the Others’ budgets.
That Friday night, we all sat around and remembered JFK’s kindness, his consideration to our problems. The poor, for the first time since Abraham Lincoln, did “We the People” have a president who did care. It was on his face and in every smile. If he caught your eye, something shot out of his eyes into yours, and left a stinging...a shot in your eyes that went right through your brain then bounced down your neck then tingled all through the rest of your body.
I got to feel that sting – that fiery dart sometime between Martin Luther King, Jr’s speech, in August, and the assassination in November. My Dad had taken a bus load of us kids to the White House tour, and as we walked pass the Oval office, the door swung open and I stepped out of line to tie my shoe, when I saw that the inner door to his office was open, and he was there.
As the Secret Serviceman was flirting with the secretary, the secretary noticed that I was tying my loffer shoes. She smiled at me, and winked (because lofa shoes had no strings, only an opening for a penny). She left her play, and walked over to the President’s door and motioned my childlike presence, waiting on hands and knee.
That is when it hit me. First the wave, then the smile, then when he squinched his eyes to smile, some kind of light shot out, and in an instant, I was hit by the most wonderful feeling my 12 year old body had only read about in books. No wonder some ladies thought it was love. I didn’t know whether to chew, or swallow, so I just grinned and held my cheeks, till…dragged away.
To see him was to love him. And that is what the whole country did that Friday the 22nd night in November, 1963. The whole weekend was tears for the children and sympathy sex for some adults. Don’t ask me why they did it, I only know it went on. People comforting people.
Couples cried together, and after about 3 months, pregnant women started popping up – all over the country. I wonder what the actual baby boom count was from July through December, 1963?
Whatever the count was, Vice President Kamala Harris is one of them. Isn’t she on duty – helping and supporting the good and honorable President Joe Biden.
I believe that she is keeping away the Curse of Tippie Canoe that befalls the president every 20 years since Abraham Lincoln. An undeserved curse has no effect, says Proverbs! I believe, in addition to the Kennedy babies on duty, that there are prayer warriors rising before sunrise, each morning, keeping President Joe Biden in prayer and supplication that the Angel of Death passover this good man to continue to represent our democracy, as the democrat that he is!
A Mother’s Prayer
My mother said, when she met my dad that he needed help. So she prayed to God that she could supply him with children who would help him with his dreams.
My dad, William E. Roberts was the first Black man to run for governor in the state of Maryland. Wes Moore is the first Black man to achieve that title and my daddy would have been proud of him. On point, I was my dad’s 7th child, one of his speech writers and he said I gave more, over the years, than all his children put together.
That was my mother’s prayer and helping others on their way to their dream-their desire continues to be my duty, in this ministry.
Remembering President John Kennedy’s smile was a sharing experience. His smile put a kind of remembrance in you. Suddenly, your calling came to mind -The order for your steps, purpose.
His was a smile that ran right through you - Touching every fiber, starting with the eye. It was a kind of arrow, yet uplifting, Like the cooling water of the Holy Spirit – it filled you.
Beyond sex, and above every feeling, you felt a call to arms from within - I am connected, my life has purpose. A higher calling is how I am driven.
No matter the pain, or the suffering at the time, I am destined to rise above. I will overcome. Because of Calvary, I have a purpose driven life.
What was your mother’s prayer over you? Did she want more for the man she loved, then she did for you? Seemingly? Some of us come into this world on the “wings of a prayer.”
That tells me that you are a special baby – maybe even a Star Child.
Our Lord and Savior, Jesus was a star baby. Oh Holy Night! Every Christmas, we remember his starry night when he was given to us. Our Savior was born in a barn. His parents were talked about so badly that they had to leave town – from all the gossip and disbelief.
Can you imagine Mary and Joseph telling their story with today’s media and Facebook and tabloids? His whole life, they called Jesus – Mary’s baby! Well, it was so much hell that they had to leave their town, and get on the road when Mary was 9 months pregnant. She had her baby where animals ate and gave waste.
Who am I to complain? I need only forgive others and believe that Jesus became the Christ that will deliver us from all harm. When we realize that we have a purpose in life…when we join our purpose with belief in the Man who hung on Calvary to deliver us from His brothers /God’s Other Sons–then, joy comes in the morning. That belief in Him will deliver us from each curse and all misery and feud and famine that may come our way-on our way through our purpose driven life – then, with a child’s heart we can face the demons of the day!
Were you adopted? How was she able to let her love child go? Or, Did she pray that angels would watch over you, ever step of the way-on your way to parents who needed and prayed for your safe arrival? Every experience you had, every person you met is all part of the fabric that you need for the position / your place in the sun, in the life that God has for you. SPECIAL!
Children of the promise Romans 9
Demons can’t kill you…because of Calvary they can only frighten you – scare you to death. This is the time to call on God – Abba, Father come save me. Jesus I am yours! Help!
…We are counted as sheep to the slaughter…being killed all day long Romans 8:37 No, I say. When I confess the Lord, who will separate us from the of Christ? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine or nakedness, or peril, or sword? No, in all things we are more than conquerors through Him, Who loves us. I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, not height, nor depth of holes or seas, nor anything else in all of creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.