Out of the Mouths of Babes & Lames

Well, you read it right. We have all heard the saying “out of the mouths of babes”, which comes from the bible, and actually says “Out of the mouths of babes and infants you have established strength. because of your adversaries, that you may silence the enemy and the avenger.” Psalm 8:2. I added lames in the title because that’s the word the kids use these days to describe a person that is not of their liking.

There are two concepts here, the concept that everyone’s voice is valuable, and the concept that God can use whoever to give a good message. If the message is good, the messenger should not be evaluated on age, class, status, or whatever else humans base their biases on.

I remember when I was in undergrad, I worked at a job through AmeriCorps, which allowed me to teach literacy to preschoolers before they entered kindergarten. This was in New York City, I say that because you all know that New York City is just another Caribbean, with a huge population of Jamaicans, Haitians, Trinidadians, etc. I will never forget, Christopher, little Christopher. He was a chubby little kid, no fault of his own, his parents did not keep up his appearance, and the other kids didn’t always want to play with him. He was also Haitian, and did not always speak in a way that others could understand him, and we all know that I’m not the biggest advocate of forcing people to speak clear English, accents should ever be made fun of. Anyway, Christopher – he was always neglected, and rejected. Now of course I loved the kid because I do not like anyone to feel left out, so I would often talk to him. I even remember the other AmeriCorps member switching students with me because she wanted to tutor a “cuter” kid, she thought she was passing on a burden, but Ndidi loves the kids! I remember one day Christopher said something I’ll never forget, unprovoked. He said, in a very distraught voice, with no trigger, and no prompt, “HAITI IS CLOSED, HAITI IS NOT OPEN, IT’S CLOSED!!!!!” I had no idea what he was talking about, and he was so frantic about it. Well, within the next couple of weeks is when Haiti suffered the hurricane that changed the trajectory of the country forever. When we came back from winter break I said, “remember when Christopher told us that Haiti was closed, this is what he was talking about!” Well, what do you know, a child prophet, the child that we often ignore, or we often think he’s useless because of his looks. I should not say we but I’m addressing us as a people, who have grown a loyalty to our oppressor’s and view others in their biased lenses, too bad Christopher was not an innocent light skinned skinny kid with curly hair, maybe other kids would have played with him, and the other “adults” would have listened to him. We do it to each other as grown adults when we bypass each other because we don’t match our level of whatever humans make up in our heads. That little boy was a child, and he was prophesying, and everyone laughed at him, but I listened. I have seen it happen with many youth, heck, I have even correctly prophesied things and people didn’t believe me, and many Black people have as well that have the Gift of God inside of them, but others didn’t believe it because of the world’s idea of the prerequisites one has to have. People look to false prophets, instead of the prophet that is right in front of them. Let me ask, where are all the prophets now? They disappeared in 2020, all the evangelicals, where have they disappeared to? Little did they know, that you, reading this blog were a messenger of God as well, but they see you as a “babe”, or a “lame” or not up yo their external standards. Capitalism is really messed up, it has people thinking everything has to have a look, in their world, everything that glitters is gold. They are left with a deceptive voice, instead of the strong, steady voice that could lead them to freedom. I have many, many experiences that I haven’t mentioned, and I refuse to tell people because I like to carry myself as a regular person. My experiences aren’t all of me, and they aren’t owed to anyone to validate me. In that same vein, we can’t validate someone by what they have or have done, their age, or how they look. We can do ourselves a favor, especially as Black people, of listening to one another, even if we don’t agree, and creating a safe space for us to express ourselves. Don’t be that person that missed out on a David because you were too busy looking at goliath’s strength.

Carry on.

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