Keep Your House

Many times these days you may find me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen as I serve my family and prepare to bring another of God’s chosen into the world. Years ago you wouldn’t find me this way: I cooked out of my own necessity and didn’t care much if I got married or had children or not. And if God decided that I should marry and get pregnant, my attitude was “You will never find me in the kitchen barefoot and pregnant.” I mimicked the cliché that epitomized the oppression of women because for me liberation was shunning most appearances of taking on traditional women’s roles. In recent years, after really studying “to be keepers at home,” one command for women in Titus 2, I understand that being a keeper at home is much broader than cooking and cleaning; it’s a job of providing comfort and safety for your family and all who enter your home.

The phrase keeper at home comes from the root word meaning “a guard, be “ware.” The definitions that stem from that are “caring for the house, working at home: a) the (watch or) keeper of the house; b) keeping at home and taking care of household affairs; and c) a domestic.” So the questions become “What is it that women are called to watch or keep in the house?” “What are the household affairs that she is supposed to take care of?” “What is she to keep at home?” “What does it mean to be a domestic?”And “Why the use of house and home? Is there a difference?”

I think my stating that the job of a keeper at home means that women are providers of comfort and safety in the home gives us clues, but what does that definition really mean? You know I’ll flush all this out next time, Lord willing, but for now I want to hear from you. What is your view of domestic life? And now that you have biblical definitions of being a keeper at home, what are your thoughts about them? I’m looking forward to a lively discussion. Won’t you join in?

Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith

A Lesson in Slander

I have longed believed God when He says that His word will not return to Him void, meaning that His word will accomplish what He intended for it to do. This has been the case with so many who have reacted to my writings on slander; we have all been convicted about slandering and even enabling slanderers by being that welcoming ear. The following is the testimony of how one reader allowed “Rid Yourself of Slander, Part 1” to penetrate her heart and to be open to God’s correction:

By Abbey Waterman

Abbey Waterman with husband, Kevin, and son, Kevin Jr.

Abbey Waterman with husband, Kevin, and son, Kevin Jr.


Why did our family Bible time reading rest on James 3 last night when I was absent? I was so proud that the kids were faithful without Daddy and Mommy. The children so graciously thought it was necessary to revisit the passage at this morning’s Rhema pow-wow, where I was present. (Lovely children). They each read a small portion of James 3:1-10. I was convicted by God’s word. My own children skillfully, but respectfully, spanked me with the Word of God after I was already positioned in the bend over and touch your toes position by your Slander soliloquy. Yes, I am guilty of tongue slashing!

James 3:6 says: “The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.” This not only refers to harsh slanderous words. Charm (is deceptive), lying, gossip, contention, strife, peace destroyers, and glory thieves are all hell fires full of corruption sparked by the tongue. Selfish sweet sappy manipulators are included in this bunch as well. It is relatively simple to recognize my sin with its brash, cutting, coarse destruction. I grieve for destroying the Kingdom in the hearts of God’s people in such a heinous fashion. Today, I learned (again) about tongue slashing (the beam in my eye) and the less obvious fires of the tongue (splinters) that are sly, subtle, slow burning and smoldering.

I hate sin and it makes me mad, angry even. God is teaching me how to allow anger to be the dutiful alarm system to sin that He intended. When the alarm is sounded and sin is recognized, then the bothersome noisy device should be turned off! Ephesians 4:29 says, “Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouth but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs.” After acknowledging my own sin, we received new revelation (at least for our family).

Thanks for the tasteful correction!

Hair Pride

My hair once looked like these:

Cropped with china bangs

Cropped with china bangs

Faded with auburn color

Faded with auburn color


Baby dreads with color on tips

Baby dreads with color on tips


And these:
Faded Hair Gumby-style

Faded Hair Gumby-style


The Afro

The Afro


When I got grown, I was happy to wear my hair the way I wanted to, and took it to the hilt. When I was a child, I vowed that I would wear my hair the way I wanted to as soon as I could. This heart decision happened at four, when I was standing in my hall mirror watching my natural hair dry; my hairdresser wasn’t available that week so my hair was being done at home. “Oooo, ma, can’t I keep it,” I said as I admired my impending Afro, but my mama declared “Un, un. We gonna press that nappy” head. And press we did. Every two weeks where I also got two ponytails and a bang. Once, when I was five, I convinced my hairdresser to style me three ponytails instead of my regular two and a bang. My mother wasn’t having it. Two ponytails and a bang was how she could manage my hair in between two week appointments so when she arrived to pick me up she had Mrs. Barrow restyle my hair, after putting me in my place for deciding what I would do with my hair, and I wasn’t paying for it, and I was the child and the nerve I had…..

So from a young age I have wanted to wear my hair the way I wanted to wear my hair, and natural was at the top of the list. The pressing comb traumatized me, and I have always thought there was nothing wrong with kinky hair, even when my 5th grade boy nemesis said my hair was hard, and in 7th grade my arch girl rival (who I thought was my friend, BTW) compared her long flowing hair to my cropped mushroom by asking “How long is your hair?” as she stretched a few locks of mine while tousling hers. These incidents set the foundation for me eventually having pride in my hair. I was determined to do what I wanted to do and never let a mama, a Ronald or a Lauren make me feel bad for how I decided to wear my hair. I, like many of us women with hair woes, obsessed over my look, would pout when I didn’t like it and would try a new look just to stand out from my last style and among other women. God challenged me about this hair pride when I began wearing my hair locked 17 years ago. I’ll tell you about that the next time. In the meantime, does my story sound familiar? What are your hair war stories? I invite you to comment and look forward to the dialogue.

Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith

Remember the Dead

He had the most perfect smile and a huge heart, big enough for the burdens and joys of addictions and teaching; naggings and yelps for help; counseling and cooking; providing and protecting; and just showing pure love. That was Curtis Anderson Sr. That was my dad.

As I remember my dad on this Memorial Day, I am reminded of the great love Jesus had for us and still has for us. He died for our sins. We must remember that. He rose again for our life. We must remember that. And to not shame His cross, we must remember all the old that has died in our lives that we might not reclaim the past again. Philippians 3:13 says, “Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead.” So we shouldn’t dwell on the past, but we must forget the past in the sense of not caring for it anymore. “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!” (2 Corinthians 5:17). Even as you remember the past so you won’t reclaim it, let the dead in your life remain dead. The love of Jesus can give you the power and strength to keep looking forward even as you remember.

Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith

Thoughts on Ancestor Contact

On Monday, I told you how much I like poet, scholar and activist Sonia Sanchez. Even though she has historically been one of my sheroes, one of her quotations struck me as curious, and I asked you what you thought about it: “…I write to keep in contact with our ancestors, (emphasis mine) and to spread truth to people.” One reader said she didn’t believe that Sanchez was talking about worshipping the dead. She said, “I keep in contact with my ancestors through genealogies and history.” I acknowledge this as a possibility, especially because, as the reader said, we don’t know the context of the Sanchez quotation. But if Sanchez wasn’t talking about worshipping the dead, then I just wonder why she didn’t use different language. For instance, if she meant acknowledging their contributions, she could have said, “I write to acknowledge our ancestors.” If she meant to make our family lineage known, then she could have said, “I write to make our family lineage known.” I also thought about her choice of words in other ways:

    • When you contact someone you talk to them.
    • When you keep in contact with someone you build a relationship with them.
    • When you want to acknowledge those who have come before you typically you use the term elders or foreparents.
    • When you’re speaking about dead people you typically say ancestors.

These are the beginnings of my thoughts. I plan to go see Sanchez tonight at the Charles H. Wright Museum of African American History in Detroit where she will give a lecture. Maybe I’ll have a chance to get more insight about the quotation or even get a chance to ask her directly about it. I’ll let you know.

Copyright 2009 by Rhonda J. Smith