God Did It!

Isaiah 55...Is a great read. Last night, God restored my joy. Gave me peace. It was instantly and I didn't even notice it. "Burdens down Lord, Burdens down Lord, Since I laaid, my burdens down"

God did it. Can do it. Will do it. Hold on!

A thought tonight

Often times when people write we look for profound words that strectch down the vertical page(s); and I dont know how I feel about doing that, or even trying to do that right now.

There comes a time in a young mans life when he looks around and notices that no one is there in his moment of unsecured life. When he stands and makes a decision for himself. Not selfishly as if others arent on his mind. But one what cannot be altered because of worry in how that affects them. I dont know how to make that clear. I was thinking these thoughts today. I have not made such decisions yet,but truly I am sixty three days away from it. I dread the moment at this point in time. It changes everything, every plan. Yet, my life is the Lord's. I will not be shaken. So I apologize in advance for the pain that will come. On my end and yours if you may feel such emotions. I love you. And I may have said I never would, but I'm thinking that I just might! Let's keep praying on it.

Two Verses

18 For the Lord is God, and he created the heavens and earth and put everything in place. He made the world to be lived in, not to be a place of empty chaos. “I am the Lord,” he says, “and there is no other.19 I publicly proclaim bold promises. I do not whisper obscurities in some dark corner. I would not have told the people of Israel to seek me if I could not be found. I, the Lord, speak only what is true and declare only what is right.
Isaiah 45:18-19 (NLT)


I read this a few times and I still don't feel as if I've had a reaction to it. All I feel is an empty pit in my stomach. I do see such encouragement in this. How did you react when you read this? I don't think my emotions know what to do with this. Gonna meditate on this until it clicks! Pray for it.

Don't Look at Me!

I've avoided posting something for a good amount of time now. I'd tell you why but I'm not ready to. All I can say is that I have not wanted to be seen. In any way.

Fortunately, people have been praying. Because God surely intervened. Instead of being found out, or called out by someone elses misunderstanding, misconception or degree of misunderstood skepticism, God brought me again to a place of surrender. So I've sought out help. God is good.

So keep praying. Ill do my job to inform.

Peace be unto you! Trust, if it isn't, it can be.

Have You Heard Anything Yet?

  I hear this question everyday, multiple times a day. Reason being, we still don't know whether I am in the clear as an official student or not. I use we because I don't know either. I initially had a meeting to lay out the facts of what my current situation looks like. The reality of options that may have to take course. I am suppose to be hearing from someone in the next few days as week two of this semester will begin. So, have I heard anything yet? Nope. But lets all just act as if I'm staying, I plan too. I heard from a friend that I'm hired for ajob that I interviewed for a week ago. Im hoping I can begin before the end of this week.

  This week was exhausting. Not just for me, I've heard it from many students that the transition back to school has not been smooth at all. Everyone is tired, mentally drained, bodily fatigued. Hopefully this will all pan out very soon. (Shout out to my boy Chris Z., he just walked into my dorm room, he's my neighbor, he got me this job, I wrote the blog called "a canvas for God's glory" on him, go check it out.)

  So the summer, it was great, crazy, long, stretching, hard and all other types of adjectives and verbs. I have things to tell but Ill get to those later. I have one year left in school. 18 units both semesters. I need some backup for this next year (aka prayer). Recovering from the summer mentally, physically and emotionally is a common theme. Pray for friends of mine who are struggling also. Just mention "and those whom D-Roc are connected to also." God knows, the homies and the ladies. I have to stay focused. Past relationships, current ones, those that have begun, they all play a role. God makes all things clear.

Thats the vague update... Gotta get back into the swing of writing.... look forward to words. Bless the Lord, I love you.

Like an Internship, but Regarding Holiness | Thrive 80

Like an Internship, but Regarding Holiness | Thrive 80

This is an article I did for Thrive80, an awsone site for my generation to take part in... Leave a comment if you'd like.

last weeks lightbulb

I have a great calling!
And to whom much is given, much is certainly required. You see, I have fared that ministry is a lifestyle that goes beyond commonality. My lot has been cast by God. It has fallen on perfect sides. I get what I am suppose to everyday, because He is just in all His ways. It is very fortunate to be in the will of God. the perfect will of the Almighty. I go through cycles daily. I am limited but am connected to resourceful Master. So why do I fret? many troubles and  challenges come my way; "to the one who overcomes." it says. That's the song they sang. "happy is the man," he wrote by wisdom. Then with his next breath he cried out in agony. all go through cycles, daily. We're not "all" so different. I'm just acknowledging that I need help, encouragement, guidance, wisdom, strength, discipline and much  much more. Sometimes I think ans say, "When will my blessing come?" Well, I woke up, I know and I am known by Him. Then I was reminded by a mom, the very words of scripture tattooed on my chest, Proverbs 30:7-9(look it up)...
My lot has been cast by God. It has fallen on perfect sides.
Pray for me.

Summers Sixth

None are so worthy of such a great testimony
All bear the same
Thou a different examples and measures of grace
The same truth remains
CHRIST Saved Me

Summers Fifth

Yesterdays Trials
I wanna be, filled up until I'm overflowing
But as a kid I almost drowned a few times
When God pours, sometimes I spill on purpose

I want to be strengthened
But I seen a tension cord snap once
So when God stretches me I ease up a bit

I want to be taught
But people who think  they're smart are often stupid
So at times I choose to get distracted

I wanna persevere no quitting
But once I seen a person pass out
So I take breaks to balance me out

I want, but don't get
And I know so I'm saddened
Remembered the book of James
The LORD said, "Stop , just let it happen"

Summers fourth poem

What a day I say

Look at what i gave up

The real deal shows true colors; no rainbow

Pulled my hat down, don't look me in the eyes

I want to cry but it's not worth tears

I quit smoking cuz it's not worth years

I quit sexxin cuz I learned hard lessons that it's not worth attachments

Stopped holding grudges cuz I want to have peace

hate telling lies, I just want to be me

Chose faith I needed to be saved

Follow Christ because I need to know the way

Either all the prayers are not heard or I'm just doing wrong

Selling books is so hard it's got me writing new songs

And poems

Reborn Youth Ministry [2012] (Extended Version)

Summers Theme

A common theme over the last five summers; all must run its course. Do you have times like these?

These Summers

These summers make me stop

and acknowledge the One who is

In recognition of honor

and the works of God

How fallen and lowly I am

Save me God

Deliver me from this place of desolation

Do not let me be ashamed

My hand is slack and I am weak

But You, Oh LORD, are my strength

My Song

"Breathe into me Oh LORD,

the Breath of Life"

Let me behold You

Your faithful love and promises

Prosper me

I am bare before you

Clothe me with Your righteousness

The heat of the sun is burdensome

I long for the shadow of You wings

This summer I am a salesman

Give me wisdom

Riches will fade

Give me discipline

Or I will be a failure

You make no failures

And I am Yours

I will stop

And acknowledge the One who is

In recognition of honor and the works of God

I will praise You!

summers third poem

Happily...Ever...After
Are words that are dreamed of
but, Happy Ever? were the words describing her consciousness

Happy Birthdays were more like...
What happened to birthdays?

Wishes turned to Whys
Tears soon dried

Sunshine frightens her
So she never opens the door

(When will she let the light in?)

summers second poem

Is there a better way
Is there a more sufficient path
"Endurance", you say

When I'm cold
Must I be forced to sickness
Is there a better way

summers first poem

Success and Praise
Have rendered some speechless
And have caused others to break silence
...so it seems

Failure and Disappointment
Have cracked vessels of honor
And have coated others with strength and drive
...so it seems

Reactions and Actions
of the Heart, of the Will
of Force and of Practice
one is an actor
the other just acted

And most don't know the difference
Still, each will have their sentence

Pure, and true justice will go forth

does that scare you too?

Result of worship OR the worst of...

Birthday in the Hospital

Keep this between us ok. Thanks

Last night, May 7th, 11:48pm I walk off campus down Chicago Ave. I go to the store on Clark Street to grab a pepsi and some mentos, the night is feeling good, the weather is nice and  I want to clear my head and "walk" into another year of life. I went in the store and got my treats and as I walked out I routinly did what I always do, look to the left, look to the right. Everything was fine and it was now 11:58pm. I begin down Clark and see a man I know, he's homeless. I talk to him as aften as I see him, help him out when it is in my ability to do so, always speak the truth, never judge, sometimes ask questions and he tells me he loves me because of it. I love this guys too, shoot, I love everybody. Well, I saw him there on clark Street in his wheel chair and expected what would happen next. "D-ROC!....come here man."

"What up g?"

"Ahhh, listen to me D-Roc, I need you to get me to the hospital right now"

"What up man, what hap-"

"I just got stabbed b, I need to get to the hospital, come around front of me, look"

That was all I needed to here. In that jumbled  moment I aksed which way to the hospital, if he wanted an  ambulance, I didn't ask what happened or why, I just got behind him and grabbed the handles and started pushin. His front whell was broken and I had to lean the lil bit of weight that I am on to keep that gap from dipping and tipping him over and out of his chair.

I won't say his name, I won't give the detail of the whole night. After his CT scan I was able to stay with him, and I did, and we talked. A lot.  and dealt with the nurses and docters and his attitude and theirs and everything.

As I pushed that wheelchair to the hospital, I checked my watch and saw 12:08am. I told him to stay awake. "Hey g, it's my birthday now." he told me happy birthday. I stayed in that hospital next to his bed, watched him itch and scratch, squirt blood, hurt and moan, laugh, be angry etc... I talked to his mom on the phone. Again Ill spare details. But he told me "God sent you my way man, I know it." And I know it.

There was no major injury from the stab wounds thank God. He could sit up and talk and would be fine, although he did break his hand fighting back. I stayed there until 4:30am. This is finals week for us and I had lots of work to do today. Plans for today. Plans for a short walk last night that did not include being up until 5:30am. I spent my birthday in a hospital, next to a homeless friend who was stabbed, able to talk openly about God, able to glorify God right where I was. Yea, I spent my birthday in a hospital. What could've been better?

P.S. - he's ok. his mother picked him up about an hour ago. Now, at least for the time, he'll have a bed, food, and a woman of God to share in his life daily...Everybody. Please pray that God turns this man's heart and saves him. Amen

The Danger of Assumption | Thrive 80

 Below you will find a link to thrive80 which is a site for the millennial generation to grow and think spiritually about the things of life. here is something that I wrote that was published. let me know what you think...Thanks

The Danger of Assumption | Thrive 80

How? is a hard question!

More recently I've been having problems with the question, how? It's not the general "how?". Like asking how to do something, how an event went, or how birds fly? . It's answering the question, "how are you doing?"....

Why is this such a hard question to answer?

Too often we ask this question without considering the gravity of it. The usual response comes in less than a full sentence. Fine, OK, kinda tired, stray looks or groans like "uugh".... and we accept that. Why?

I know that we are busy people who live fast pace lives on the go and rarely take the time to be real and honest because we value the relationship and time with people who we know.... It's like a long run-on sentence that has no punctuation. And that just wouldn't be sufficient either now, would it? I am guilty of such things. But now I am actually bothered by the question how. I shift in thought, emotion, joy, grief and practice. So how do I truthfully explain that. Each day we are asked this question at least 20 times. How can the answer always be the same? It may be that I am over-analyzing this right now because of all the shifting that is currently taking place within myself, but it has caused me to re-asses how I answer such a question in a truthful way. I have a few responses now:

1. I don't want to answer your question.
2. There isn't enough time to answer that question.
3. Right now? or recently?
4. (I take the time to answer honestly)

I've even tried to not ask the question in passing. I want to know more if I do ask it. I think making good use of time is not valuing time but all that happens within the time you have. 2 minutes, 1 hour, 3 days, or whatever you have. I'd rather have a "hi" and a wave than to be asked "how are you doing?" with no intention of actually knowing. Maybe this is why we're such lonely people most of the time. And trust me, a lot of us are. I've heard it said, I've watched it, I've seen it in the eyes of too many now. But still we continue on the same way without expressing the truth; to someone! In a crowd, we're lonely; at home, we're lonely; in church, we're lonely. If that's not you then I am thankful and pleased. But if that's not you then I hope you open your eyes, because there is probably someone around you who is. And still, sometimes even when we can see it we will accept, fine. OK, maybe we'll press, "no really, I'm OK." but see, we don't want to step on any one's toes do we... It's one thing to have just caught one of those blank moments that people have. It's a whole other issue to actually see  and discern that there's a problem but not labor with somebody to see that they get through.... Proverbs 27:5-6 says "Better is open rebuke than love that is concealed. Faithful are the wounds of a friend, but deceitful are the kisses of an enemy."

I could go on and on about this and get into other issues. But what I really want is authenticity, integrity, honesty. I need it. Not just from others, but myself.

A Memorial for Jesus Christ (a not so good friday)

Last night we had a memorial service for Jesus.

Mary (the mother of Jesus), Mary Magdalene, a Roman Soldier, Peter, James, John and Barabbas were all present. The setting was sad and at the end of the service there was a feeling of hopelessness left. All except for James, John and Mary gave word here. Let me try and paint this script in a short way if I can.....

The lights turn off. A video plays scenes from the Passion of the Christ with deep soundtrack and words that flash on the screen: Shame, Forgiveness, Debt, Sin, etc...etc

The Screen goes black and a drum track  begins... BOOM....BOOM...BOOM

Down the center aisle four men come walking carrying a casket. We all know who this is suppose to be. Thy put down the casket in place in the front of the Stage. Two home-made spotlights hit the stage; one to a photo of Jesus, the other to a podium. Jame and John take their seats in the front row next to Mary and Mary. The MC comes up as the somber reality of the moment hits, begins with a greeting, a short reflective of Jesus as friend, teacher, humble lover of all and Son of God. Condolences are passed to the family and as the ceremony is set to preside.

A song "Calvary"

He calls a dear friend, Salome, to come up to read the obituary and letter from the mother. Silence fills the church pews, a few sniffs and moans here and there.

Then Mary Magdalene comes, bloody towel in hands. She describes Jesus as a man who looked at her like no other, who really loved her, forgave her, and was a true friend. Even after her past, all the men, all the sins. "He saw me for who I was, not what I had done"...she eventually broke to tears and the MC had to help her back to her seat.

The Roman Soldier came. He seemed humble. He carried a whip, bloody clothes and a crown of thorns. He spoke of his military history and loyalty to his king. He's put may criminals to death and watched many men who deserved to died. The cracking in his voice as he spoke of Jesus was shocking. He confessed that Jesus was different; quiet. Other men yelled back at crowds and cursed. He whipped Jesus, hit Him, gambled His clothes and heard of the plea for forgiveness. By this moment the tears were present and he reminisced on the earthquake. "Surely He was the Son of God!"..."He didn't deserve it, I didn't know, I'm so ashamed, I'm sorry!"

Another Song "Where you there"

Then from somewhere in the back one exclaims "I got somethin ta say!" A rough looking man walk down the side aisle. "Ay, that's the murderer Barabbas" a man from a pew says. Immediately James and John jump up from the front row pointing and adamant about getting to him, "Don't you say a word! No!"...Mary jumps up to block them and the MC also holds them back, "it's ok, it ok, let him speak." James and John looking puzzled take their seat and you can feel the tension in their bodies as Barabbas talks.

"Yea ima murderer, so! You know how it is." His tone was disrespectful "I heard the crowd calling my name, Jesus must have been some kind of criminal." He made you want to spit at him the way he talked. But then his own tone changed, "He looked like he was glad to take my place, I wouldn't die for anybody, especially a criminal...it got me thinkin, who is this Jesus?"

After this Peter came...Peter looked like he had no sleep last night. He spoke of days with Jesus, excitement of the hope and the victory of just a week before. He was broken because of what had happened, he turned his back on Jesus. "He knew I would do it, He knew. And He still wanted me, why?" "Things were suppose to be better, why did He let them kill Him, I'm so confused. And now He's gone! what hope is there now?" "I'll tell you one thing, I. Will. Never. Forget Him! Never."

The MC came back and recounted the stories that were given in memory of Jesus on this Friday night. That it is sad and confusing. Jesus was like no one. He said we might one day see Him again and we all have this hope because we believe there is a heaven. He said that it's a sad moment because in spite of all Jesus told us, it still feels like we've missed it, like there was more it Him and the things he was trying to tell us. Once again he gave his support and sorrows to the family and friends. Then he asked the pallbearers to come and take the casket. and that was it. A depiction in modern day acting of a 2000yr old truth. That for them, it may have been a 'not so good friday' (for us it's Good Friday as we remember what Jesus has done for us)

Well of course before the service fully ended. the lights came on and Pastor Jamie clarified the play they just had  seen and gave the good news of good Friday as a remembering of the Cross and called this truth of who Jesus is. He reminded them that if they don't feel so happy that it's ok and probably and good thing that the Holy Spirit is convicting them. Then encouraged all to come Sunday so that we can celebrate the Resurrection of Jesus Christ as the hope within us that had been fulfilled. This Gospel. This Jesus. This Savior. God.

Today is Saturday, that day in-between. Even today, remember and reflect on the death. But look forward to tomorrow, the resurrection. Do not forget or hold back the hope within you. And Praise and Worship and Celebrate. Jesus is Alive....

glory to our God and Father through the Son Jesus Christ by the working of the Holy Spirit! be blessed.

Mens Prayer

This Post alone is dedicated to God. For the record.

By conviction, that I can speak on at a later date, I started a men's prayer group at Moody. Sweeting 222 if you wanna know. I see small numbers every Wed night from 9-10pm. The most there have been at one time was 7. But tonight there were four of us, 4. That's the usual turn out. I can tell you now that one hour is never long enough to pray for us. But tonight was different.

Truthful confession, honest questioning, real conversation, humble and Spirit filled. And for these three men of God I am thankful and grateful, because something was accomplished. And I depend on the Lord for His promise. Because He knows. Even if they/I/we don't.

So why don't more men come. I don't know, but I know what it could be. So I've got work to do.

YEEEESSSSSS! PRAISE GOD!

PRAISE GOD! PRAISE GOD! PRAISE GOD! THANK YOU JESUS! THANK YOU JESUS! THANK YOU JESUS! TO YOU HOLY SPIRIT! THROUGH YOU HOLY SPIRIT! THANK YOU HOLY SPIRIT!

Why can I rejoice this way. JOHN YUGI sent me a message. Who is John you ask? John is one of the Choose to Wait teachers in Kenya. Choose to wait is one of the ministries of Christ's Hope (Prevention of Aids teaching “Choose to Wait”- a biblical sexual purity program. This includes evangelism, discipleship, and life skills). We had an opportnity to accompany him and even to speak some words to the young pupils(7th-8th grade students). I just received an email from John that said, "last week 20 pupils committed Their life to Christ and they decided to remain pure until mariage. We thank God for thier life."

This is why! we saw these kids, the teaching of the truth they were taught and received. In a place where outside voices are constantly speaking. That still small voice, the powerful word of GOD, penetrated their heart and now they are not only saved from sin, but have choosen to save themselves for marraige, for love, and most imprtantly FOR JESUS CHRIST!

PRAISE GOD!!!

Yes, Slow

I like it slow. Really, I do. Over my years I seem to have these moments of epiphany almost. Amidst my so seemingly busy and fast paced life, I stop. I say to myself, "I'm tired" and begin to mooooovve sllloooooow. Slow always works really good for me; for a while. Soon enough I forget how good slow is and somewhere, some day, at some time blink twice and realize that I'm actually moving faster than before I had slowed down.

Whyyyyy?

This week I've been really slow again walking, talking, moving, working, and listening for my mental, physical and spiritual LIFE! It's true. I got more done too. Let me say this too, I've used less words this week than I have in a long time. And I like it that way. So for now, I'm slow. Yes, slow.

From a Journal Entry titled: Made it!

So as I continue to debrief, process and think on deep thoughts. I wanted to give something from the last two weeks that I spent in Kenya. This is a journal entry from the first evening of the Safari we were able to go on the day before we left. I'll share more from my days in Kenya in days to come.

3-21-2012

Made It

"...The girls are going to shower and probably change for dinner. We're going to meet @ 7:30. Still twenty minutes left. That should be more than enough time. So as I sit and listen to this Jazz music, I am feeling as though I am now on vacation. Lodge, Safari, buffet dinner, a robe in my own room. Yea. Feels like it. Feels good for now.

    

    You know, riding w/ the roof up is wonderful like life, you can ride in the front, facing the trail, leaving dust, looking ahead as the wind blows against you. An excitement that beckons the future and all that it brings.

    Or from the side. Looking for something out there, searching the landscape, just enough wind on you as you watch the scenery pass you by. It's not so fierce here on the side, I can see a little bit of everything, and I'm quite comfortable. I live in the reality of right now. And take it as it is.

   Eventually I found my way to the back. Looking behind, feeling like I'm moving backwards although the wind pushes forward. I see all things left. Unlike the other two, I want to be the one that knows whether what has past is still there or gone. Looking for everything that's already been. Sometimes it's sad, sometimes wonderful, and the wind feels good at my back because the reality is. I'm moving forward. My memories are precious.

   So what do you do? where do you stay?

I sat. I closed my eyes. Prayed. And when they open. I know I'll be wherever it is I need to. And that. That's better than the rest."

I'm back!... or am I?

Or am I?...... I was wondering the same thing too. Well, maybe.

I am back in the U.S., back in Chicago, back at school. I'm not even saying that mind or heart or thoughts are in Kenya still. Nope. I am fully here. My prayers are with Kenya and the team there, just as they are in Cali and all my loved ones there and in various places around the U.S.

So what am I saying then.

It's the question that bugs. When we were finished going through customs at the airport Natalie's mom and sisters were waiting for us. She asked me a real question. "Are you a changed man?" Well, I told her that I did not know yet. Being back at school already has been a challenge. Not because I don't want to be here but because of the consciousness of things I cannot avoid. As I have begun to reflect on all that happened, I am seeing more than when I was in the middle of it all. And that's what I think is getting to me more.
Because of this I can't, in the moment, say that I am the same. That "I'm back". The dilemma is, that I don't want this to fizzle off and do what is done so frequently, you know the saying "out of sight, out of mind". That's it. Also I am doing my best not to be rude. My mother told me to spend some time alone but school starts back tomorrow. I don't yet want to talk about Kenya to everyone. So my responses are slow and calm as I can be. I just say I'm not ready  to talk, or to give me a few days or that we'll catch up soon. all I know is that I need to be ready for school and work tomorrow despite how I personally feel. Shake of the cobwebs, the dust, and anything else that's on me.

I'm back non the less, I'm back either way.
Or am I?........ um, yes.  

Five Days of Africa

I realized the second day i was here, that I could really do myself a disservice and over-spiritualize everything. So lets keep that in perspective D-roc. Secondly, I'm struggling with the words to share here due to what I've seen and heard. How do I not be vague but also share exactly what I want to? I don't know.

Let me first say that the dream has come true. Travel, speak/teach the Word, love people. I think I've got everything but a wife now. I'll keep praying for that one though, haha. OK let's see....

I'm sure you want to hear about my experiences. I've been writing everything in this notebook I brought with me. But can I say something more important. This week has been full of ministry; as expected. My prayer life has increased, and my thought life has changed some I'm sure. I've been praying for more of the Holy Spirit's presence and power in me and in my team. We have a great team here. We visit homes, schools, jails, hospitals, in the slums, in the boonies for real too, it's real. But the last couple of days I've had moments that just silence me. I go quiet because I feel that if I speak, something will be said that should not, or maybe my team will see it. I'm sure that it's spiritual warfare. so pray for me, pray for us. In six days we'll be back on a plane. For now that's all I can say... God is very good to us. Amen.

I'll write again before we leave. But this is what I have to say right now. Thanks

In Jesus

Tonight's Wonder

Tomorrow I'll be on a plane headed to Detroit, headed to Amsterdam, headed to Nairobi, headed to Kisumu, Kenya.

Africa!

Once a dream wanted for close to no reason at all.

Now a reality for the sake of the gospel of Jesus Christ and the glory of God.

Everyone says that their excited, or jealous, or wish they had the opportunity. They ask(some more so assume) I'm excited. But I'm nervous. This is no vacation, you know. These are lives. And I don't cry much. But I wonder?

It's that for real, that serious right now. Because I expect God to do what I can't imagine. He often does.

And that scares me. Not a fear as though I should be afraid for anything. But let me be honest. I'm not worthy. Although my every endeavor is driven by longing an hoping to one day be. (to hear "Well Done", that is)

hahahahahahahahahahahahahah...

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Deep breathe.

Just had to get that out. I'll be writing to you all so.

Supporting Missions to Kenya

Family and Friends,   

I truly believe that my education at Moody Bible Institute has been divinely orchestrated by God. The purpose at Moody is to glorify God and proclaim Jesus Christ by communicating the living truth- there is a living hope, salvation for sinners, comfort, wisdom and peace. There is, in fact, a life worth living for Jesus. 

God has blessed me with an opportunity to serve Him abroad in Kenya through short term missions for two weeks during my Spring break this March. I need your help to get there. 

Christ’s Hope International’s mission is, “Bringing the life-changing message of Jesus Christ to people infected with and affected by HIV/AIDS through discipling and care giving, presenting them perfect in Christ Jesus.”  

While in Kenya I will be serving in all three of the ministries provided: 

1.  Prevention of AIDS: teaching “Choose to Wait”- a biblical sexual purity program. This includes evangelism, discipleship, and life skills.

2.  Care and Compassion: providing physical, emotional and spiritual care to those that have AIDS or are HIV+

3.  Caring for Orphans and Vulnerable Children: fostering relationships, care-giving, and sharing the love of Christ to those orphaned by AIDS.

 I am asking you to support me in two ways if able:  

1. Through Prayer – For God to use and bless me, the ministry, and for further financial support.

2. Financially – The projected cost for this mission’s trip is $3,000. I need to raise full support for my airline tickets and miscellaneous expenses a week prior to March.  

Christ’s Hope USA, Inc. is a 501-3C non- Profit Corporation. All donations are tax deductible. You can donate directly to an account set for me by visiting:  

www.christshopeusa.org/donate. 

1. For Fund - Choose >>> "support a Specific Missionary

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Delroy Martin Jr CPO 562
820 N LaSalle St., Chicago, IL 60610


 I definitely appreciate and thank you for reading my support letter. I treasure your prayers and hope that you will be praying for me as I pray for you. To God be all glory in Jesus Christ and may He bless you greatly. 


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Thank You


Delroy Martin Jr.

Help Me Raise Support?

"Let's go to Kenya."
Those were the words that brought a great big smile to my face when I read them. Now I need help to make that happen. The Mission will cost $3,000.

I need what nobody loves giving up. Money. I can't get around it or act like I've got it. Every little bit goes a very long way.

Will You help me.

Pleas contact me in any way to see how you can help.
There is opportunity for you to represent me if you repost this video or spread the word and help me get to Kenya to serve. All my contact information is on the video and below it.

I cannot express my gratitute for you prayer, support, concern and help.

Thank You



My address:

Delroy Martin Jr. CPO 562

820 N La Salle Blvd.
Chicago IL, 60610

My number:

951-445-8688

 My email address:

delroymartinjr@gmail.com

My blog:
Well you're on it. haha

until next time...

Living To Be Known

How Much Humility Does it Take?

There are times when the Bible seems like its words just don't hit the mark. It was like that for a time nearing the end of this past year of 2011. I feel like the level of spiritual warfare that was taking place was brought to a whole new level. Oh so subtle, everyone at school and abroad seemed to be going through it. It was personal, it was multiple, it was not aggressive as we all love to think it might come. But no, it was strategic, physical, mental, emotional, spiritual. It was a bad time and thus were the results also.

I have been learning to use less words than necessity. So it is fortunate that I not go into extraneous detail on any particular thing at this time. I will say this though. I felt like this was the worst school semester I've "made it through". Not that great things did not take place. I truly have been revealed by God the things that are still lacking, hurts untended to, wounds unhealed and habits not dead.

I'm going to have to make up a class, I'm looking for a new job at the worst time of year, I've been confronted about certain school policies that need closer regard. I need to raise money for school and for a mission trip to Kenya for March of this year.

"Haha, ha, ha....."

That's kinda how I've been feeling. Even more than that. I am thankful that my Lord and God, Jesus Christ, has intervened and shown me what I have not been seeing. One week from now I will be back in a new set of classes, progressing on, and looking to continue toward my degree.

I have been humbled, again. lol
I had asked the question, "How Much Humility Does it Take?"

Unlike the first sentence of this blog post:
"5 You must have the same attitude that Christ Jesus had. 6 Though he was God, he did not think of equality with God as something to cling to.7 Instead, he gave up his divine privileges ; he took the humble position of a slave and was born as a human being. When he appeared in human form, 8 he humbled himself in obedience to God and died a criminal’s death on a cross. 9 Therefore, God elevated him to the place of highest honor and gave him the name above all other names,10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth,11 and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."
Philippians 2:5-11 (NLT)

To the point of death. That was my answer. And in this, I have not arrived. just as Paul said in Philippians 3:12-16. Look it up.

until next time.

Living To Be Known