I read somewhere that if Jesus were here today, he'd be born into the hip-hop scene. Hmmmm….

Maybe Pharrell and Mary J. Blige would've had a baby boy, looked for a room at the nearest NY hotel, but couldn't find a place because the VMAs were in town. Maybe we'd have ended up with Scriptures that read completely differently. Instead of a decidedly Hebrew/Jewish flavor to the Torah/Pentateuch/Prophets/Psalms (not to mention the entire NT), things would have had a different contextualization…

In fact, the 23rd Psalm might even read like this:

The Lord is all that, I need for nothing.

He allows me to chill.

He keeps me from being heated and allows me to breathe easy.

He guides my life so that I can represent and give shout outs in His name.

And even though I walk through the hood of death, I don't back down, for You have my back.

The fact that He has me covered allows me to chill. 

He provides me with back-up In front of player-haters, and I know that I am a baller and life will be phat.

I fall back in the Lord's crib for the rest of my life.

 

I don't know about all the theological implications in that. But one thing is sure. My Daddy is a beast. And for all you sick boys who don't back down, it's like this: one day we're gonna all be bangin' at His crib, y'all. Phat eats and everything. Until then, it's on. 

 

Guns