Raise The Bar

Let me start with something we forget far too easily.

Just because somebody in authority sets the bar low and their own fear keeps them from raising it does not mean we have to stay chained to their limit. Their ceiling is not your ceiling. Their fear is not your boundary.

We have to stop waiting for people with small vision to define how high we are allowed to climb. If they set the bar low that is their business. Raise yours. And then jump over it.

While I was thinking about that I stumbled across the story of Stephen Bishop. A man I never learned about in school. His story hit me like truth wrapped in fire. Because what he did is the exact picture of what it looks like to refuse someone else’s ceiling.

The Boy The World Tried To Limit

Stephen Bishop was seventeen. Enslaved. Assigned forced labor inside Kentucky’s Mammoth Cave. His life was not built on opportunity. It was built on commands.

Lead the tourists.
Stay on the familiar paths.
Do not explore.
Do not ask questions.
Do not dream.
Do not become anything more than the box you were placed in.

That was the limit placed on him.

But Stephen Bishop was not built for limits. He was not built for repetition. He was not built for the tiny world he was forced into.

Something in him felt pulled to the darkness of that cave. To the mystery. To the places no one dared to go. And not because it was a job. But because something inside him refused to settle for the boundaries someone else drew around him.

The Part That Shook Me

Stephen did not explore during the day with permission. He explored on his own time. What little time an enslaved teenager even had.

After a full day of labor. After walking tourists through the parts they considered safe. After the master went to sleep.

While everyone else rested, Stephen walked into a pitch black cave at night carrying only an oil lamp and a courage the world still talks about.

Then he reached what everyone else feared. The Bottomless Pit. The end of all known maps. The line where grown men turned back.

But Stephen did not turn back.

He stripped a cedar sapling. Laid it across the chasm. And crossed it.

A teenager balancing above a drop that could have taken his life instantly. And because he crossed it he discovered an entire world scientists did not even know existed.

He doubled the known size of Mammoth Cave.
He named chambers after literature he taught himself to read.
He mapped the system from memory. Maps that modern explorers still rely on.

He was legally property.
But spiritually. Mentally. Intellectually.
Uncontainable.

Would A Stephen Bishop Today Stop At The Line

And it made me ask myself.

If a person with a Stephen Bishop spirit lived today and someone tried to limit them or draw lines around them or hand them ceilings…

Would they stop?

Or would they walk past it the same way he crossed that cedar pole in 1838. With purpose. With boldness. With a quiet “watch me” in their spirit.

Because that kind of spirit does not disappear. It shows up in every generation. And it never bows to fear.

Be The Bar Raiser

Stephen Bishop did not wait for permission. He did not bow to ceilings. He did not follow limits set by people who feared what he might discover.

He stepped into darkness and came back carrying light.

So yes. Honor Stephen Bishop. Say his name. Tell his story. But also take the message with you.

You are not required to live under anyone else’s bar.
Raise your own.
Jump it.
Set the standard for yourself.

Be the bar raiser.
Be the one who refuses to shrink.
Be the one who crosses boundaries fear tried to draw.
Be the one who discovers what others never dared to see.

Because God puts a Stephen Bishop spirit in people He calls to do more.

And maybe today that someone is you.

The Biblical Connection

Stephen Bishop’s courage is the same spirit I see in Scripture.

Western Bible: Joshua chapters fourteen and fifteen. Caleb did not stop when fear spoke. He asked for the mountain everyone else avoided. He did not bow to small thinking. He raised the bar.

Ethiopian Canon: The Book of Jubilees. Chapters ten through fifteen. God calls His people higher. He reminds them of who they are. He pushes them beyond fear and into destiny.

God did not create you for small living. He did not design you for ceilings placed by someone else. He calls you higher. He calls you forward. He calls you to territory that fear tries to block.

Stephen Bishop crossed a line that everyone else refused to cross. Caleb climbed a mountain everyone else feared. Jubilees reminds us that God keeps calling His people into more.

Their limits are not your truth.
Their fear is not your future.
Their ceiling is not your story.

Raise the bar.
And climb.

We Did Not Begin in Chains

A Wake Up Call to Remember Who We Are

I keep seeing our community defend a version of ourselves that is so far beneath who we actually are. A version the Democratic Party keeps pushing. A version the Democratic Party needs us to believe. A version that shrinks us, limits us, and keeps us mentally stuck at the bottom.

And too many of us have accepted it without questioning a thing.

Let me tell the truth clearly. We did not begin in chains. We did not begin on plantations. We did not begin at the bottom. Our story did not start in pain.

Our story began in Alkebulan, the ancient name for Africa.
A name that means Mother of Humanity.
A name connected to wealth, brilliance, and spiritual depth long before colonizers renamed everything.

We come from builders, rulers, mathematicians, traders, warriors, and scholars.
We come from nations that shaped global trade and influenced entire civilizations.
We come from people who mapped stars while others struggled to understand seasons.

Western Bible

The lands of Cush and Ethiopia, Sheba and Ophir, are mentioned with honor. These were wealthy, respected nations. Not poor. Not weak. Not broken.

Ethiopian Canon

Books like Jubilees and Enoch describe the descendants of Cush and Sheba as builders, leaders, and keepers of wisdom. They were foundational people, not forgotten ones.

So do not let the Democratic Party tell you we began in chains.
Do not let the Democratic Party tell you our history starts in cotton fields.
Do not let the Democratic Party convince you that slavery is the full story of who we are.

And now let me talk to us. Because this part is ours to own.

We also have to be honest about how comfortable we became.
We got comfortable with the handouts.
We got comfortable with the “we will take care of you” promises.
We got comfortable with lowered expectations.
We got comfortable defending survival instead of demanding elevation.

That comfort cost us our identity.
That comfort cost us our confidence.
That comfort cost us our future.

We let the Democratic Party strip us of our greatness because settling felt easier than rising. We let their narrative become our identity and forgot that God already placed royalty in our DNA.

Here is the truth that hurts and heals at the same time.

We are not a defeated people.
We are not a delayed people.

We are a people who forgot what was already inside of us.

We built Black Wall Street.
We built inventions that shaped American industry.
We built communities that thrived even under oppression.
We built this country.
We built legacies.
We built families with strength and dignity.

We forgot because the Democratic Party needed us to forget.
But forgetting is not the same as losing.
And remembering is the beginning of rising.

Western Bible

John chapter 8 says the truth will set us free.
Truth frees the mind before it frees anything else.

Ethiopian Canon

Jubilees chapter 1 verse 25 says God will send His angels before us to keep us in all our ways and bring us into the land of truth and righteousness.
Truth and righteousness are identity.
Truth and righteousness anchor us back to who we were created to be.

Once you see the truth, you cannot unsee it.
Once you remember our greatness, you cannot pretend we were meant for the bottom.
Once you understand the power God put in us, you cannot defend chains that are not even locked.

Because of our greatness
Because of our ancestors who built and fought before us
Because of the royalty that runs through our blood
We have a responsibility to rise.

We owe our children elevation.
We owe our grandchildren legacy.
We owe ourselves a future that honors all we were before the Democratic Party rewrote us.

We were never meant to live small.
We were never meant to survive at the bottom.
We were meant to rise.