Teach Us How To Love - Valet Del Roy

Choose To - Valet Del Roy [Prod.] Michael James Monsoor

(Choose To)... A Look into Perspective

Have you had that moment in your young life when you really seem to grab hold of something you felt you could really push for?

I've had a few.

I was between 20-21 years old and I did not care. I was experiencing "the way" of living as a newly rededicated Christian. "Christian", which I felt was a step past, "believer", in the sense that I would now practice "Christian values and principles" in my day to day living.  WHAT A TASK, right?

Here I am, walking around, trying to be, "Bold for Christ!" 

And,..honestly....

...I was just working too hard at it. I shouldn't have been such work. Always "making sure" I was "fitting God in there" and more importantly, Christ. 

What's with this orthodox huh?  As far as I've come to see it. Christianity is pretty unorthodox. So I spit this little rhyme. 

Now I'm 28. I see that, "way", a little differently now. I love the unorthodox. It's much simpler. 

Gospel Watching - Valet Del Roy

That Love - Valet Del Roy

(Prayer of a Minister)...A Look into Perspective

July 12th, 2009. That was the day of  my licensing. Many people don't know that. But quite a few do. Even more than that, most people don't understand what that means. When people find out they immediately fall into assumptions that distort their views of who I am, what I do and what my goals are.

July 12th, 2009. In one moment, I assumed, the title and responsibility as "Minister of the Gospel"... Little did I know that I would also, in that moment, fall under the judgement of so many people based off of judgments that were made by people who have absolutely nothing to do with me or my own judgement's. Go ahead and read that again if you need to. This blog won't go anywhere.

July 12th, 2009. I stood before a community of people and leaders who all affirmed that.

Now, Let get this out. Minister(servant, aid, clergy) of(of) the(as in T-h-e) Gospel(Good News). And that "good news".... well, this blog isn't about the "good news", in particular. It's about the prayer of a servant. A servant of people, justice, forgiveness, redemption, reconciliation, faith, hope and love. And what's wrong with that. You see, I'm convinced that you, do not know me; not very well anyway. Nor do you often understand me. Nor do you know what I've been through. Ha! isn't this the claim of so many people? Wow...we are all so different, evolution must be real :-/ Somehow human beings have grown into singular units of space, time and exclusivity that doesn't allow us to connect at the level of the basic human natural occurrences and, and, and... LOL. Give me a break. Humans have been going through the same things for thousands of years. so please excuse me if I want to stay in that section while I'm here too.

Look at it this way. I work at a hotel and I am the, "Valet." I serve people in many different ways. I care for them, their things, I give directions and information. And I do it whether they are a direct guest of my hotel or not. For many people I am their first encounter with the hotel and sometimes to the City of Chicago. But one thing they recognize is that i am like any one of them, from the poorest to some of the richest, I serve them all.

So much could be said. I

July 12th, 2009. This was the day I became a Minister. It is now, December 15th, 2015. I am no less of a Minister. Maybe you still don't know what that means yet.

Who What - Valet Del Roy [Prod. by Michael James Monsoor]

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Valet Del Roy - Thinking About It

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The One

This can turn into a sermon, a teaching, a curriculum, a novel even. So don't do it. Especially because I'm not right now either, but I might. So cut me some slack and don't steal this one. Get it, 'this one', because I titled my post "The One". hahahahaha .......... man I crack myself up. Anyway, let me get this out. Ecclesiastes 3:11 says "He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end." (scroll down)










I think about relationships all day


For all that I am knowledgeable of and connected to


My relationships


Like a web that I am at the center at, I spread 360 degrees


It's straight, it's bent, it's boxed, it's flat


and all come back to me


My relationships


And something... always... is the closest... it... could possibly be


But all I want would be The One that centers these with me


I am never found alone, when even darkness finds its home, among the space where nothing roams, but lonely it can be


so when it has come down to this


The One becomes my need


In the eyes of all I see this plain as if a mirror placed in front of me is clear your face is what I see how can I see myself in ev-ree-ba-dee that I see when they're not me I only long and look for you where I see me you see my eyes they beg you please reveal yourself so that I see what lie beneath will match that hollow point which leaves me in my grief please be THE ONE!


My relationship.


Heart beating rapidly


Breathe not attached to me


Breathing won't produce peace


For this is how the soul rages


Causing the life to reach and cling


To relationship.


A web is not a road, it's oblivion


A road is not life, at the end from beginning


And this is not the way


The truth is that life is eternal .... ly


God


From my beginning


Death has been with me


"I'm looking for life", I say


but all you keep doing is mocking me


My Relationships.


I realized again you're not The One


The friend, lover, sister, brother, mother, other and EVERYTHING...


I looked again


"you, are not me."


"I'm looking for life" you say


"you, are not... me."


...


"give up" I heard


This came from not my web (lol)


I looked 360 degree and all of them still there


My relationships


"Which one of you have spoken, will you come out in the open, please move closer to this center fill this empty space with me"


Still nothing


Not one connection to my web tugging


"give up" I heard


I knew immediately. "The One"


"It's you, you are the one."


"please come and take this grief, please tell me this could be, who are you I can't see you, who are you,..."


"are you me"


Silence came to me.


then all so suddenly he said


"I AM THAT I AM"


"I AM"


" THE ONE"


....is He. not her. no thing.  not me.

The Crease

I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

The wrinkle in this page; like the hiccup in my story

The conflict in my life

Drawing all that is against me.....It's a re-run

It keeps cutting off before the end

Like a TV series jumping through time with no resolve

Each season completing deep meaning of small parts,

that don't help me understand the main characters

Beautiful isn't it

No abstract Painting Presented Pitiful Perished

Instead they saw a masterpiece

The WHOLE broken picture

Misunderstood

Made to fit a frame of captured beauty

In plain sight, it, enhances my intellect

Informs my creativity, stretches my understanding

Raises my bar

Like

From broken life to hope in Christ

Like death in sin to salvation in Him

Like  facing trail and being acquitted

All because I knew I was wrong and then I admitted it

Still found to be useful

To deliver an earful, my tongue tool, a mouthful, of no bull

.....and that's kinda cool

So then what about you, you've got gifts too, He'll use you too

and we'll help, you'll see

That's why I wrote this poem on a piece with a crease

To tell his great testimonies

Of you

and

Me

Time Redeemed

TIME
You have played a marvelous trick, you have
From that magnificent moment God crafted you
Chose a place for you in His plan

TIME
You are a glorifying monument
A landmark, so to speak, of him as Majesty on High
For you remind me of my Lord very well

maybe it is for this  reason that I do not understand you
For you lay in his hand, just as I do

I wonder if you understand you purpose
Whether you recognize the moments as I do
Or if you too, wait with eager anticipation
For the return of the King

For this reason I judged you
The moment they sinned, did you also bear consequence?
Your eternal state is better off than those who will face his wrath
In the end you will be redeemed; unbroken and perfected

Even now you are being used under his flawless command
And my eyes have finally been opened to see you
How we rest in his hand together
Something given, something lost, something redeemed
And thus meant to be redeemed

O, what a beautiful sight!

I Wish God Would Make More Men Like Me

I wish God would make more men like me
So every woman I meet could be loved
But, the new me
Not the old me
The kind me, not the blind me
To arrogant to see you as more than another  throphy
The letters you wrote me as more than mere openings
But the brokenness

To notice that you had wounds that needed treatment
Did I mention that I know a physician
I'll lift you
I see you; Here
Ride on my donkey, my mentor was a good Samaritan parable
he paid for you sweetheart, I
I just work for Him

Oh Lord! How I wish God would make more men like me!
So that every woman I meet could be loved
The new me, not the old me of course
The converted me
Not the perverted me
The patient me
Not the me, impatiently waiting to tame thee
To BREAK thee
Feeding sweet treats at your accomplishments to let me ride you
Right into the sunset, and then
All night upon even the sunrise
The me that, BROKE you, rode you, and after told you how great you are
Tying you to a post and moving on, but never too far
Not far enough that I can't come back to see you still tied there, broken.
Waiting for me to ride you again; needing me to; wanting me to; because you've been......broken
Thinking that now if you're not worth riding, then what are you good for then

Oh, how i wish God would make more men like me
The me that speaks
Not the me that winked
My flattering speech patterns
My smiles a nd sly eyes
Yes! I was always faded
But, I trained my responses so you couldn't detect
That I, actually, came, to rob you
Ha! I could've been a con artist
But I was never to good at faking it
I was better at making it so that I wouldn't have to take it but rather let you give it to me
The old me that is

I wish God would make more men like me
I know you don't know this me
But I often whisper "I Love You"
As you pass
Hoping you unknowingly heard me

Thinking that maybe
Just maybe, one day, when you feel alone
You'll somehow remember subconciously

I wish god would make more men like me
To forever remind you of worth
That my confidence outweigh your worry
My hug bring comfort
My smile contagiously is caught

To notice those little things that show you how special you are

I wish God would make more men like me
To see you
Know you
Love you
Help you
Encourage and lead you well
To be the kind of man that you need and have never known
At least for those of you who need to see one

the only problem is: I'm not that man, nor can I be
And God doesn't need more men like me
That's the whole point
He wants more men like Himself
Conformed into the image of His Son Jesus Christ

So I pray, God, Make more of us men like you
Because you love and always have loved every woman that has been
And you show us men, how we should be
Sacrificing ourselves
To Love you, so that you, through we, could love she

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 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!

A Canvas of God’s Glory

            Tattoos once were taboo, not liberating expressions. To the conservative Christians, “marking” the body was frowned upon. I’ve heard older Christians with tattoos say it’s wrong once you’re saved. This generation is different. Chris Zanarriego, a young adult, has eight and he began to getting tattoos until after becoming a Christian.

            Chris is a freshman at the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. He converted to Christianity in high school and after graduation moved out of his home. “I wanted to push myself to see if I could be independent.” Chris got his first tattoo at 17, an African Tree over his heart. “Nature is a gift from God…” he told me, “God uses trees a lot in his Word…it represents many analogies.”

            Each of Chris’ tattoos represents a “glorifying story of God’s testimony; a stage of time and things accomplished”. From shoulder to shoulder you find “Faith” and “Family” on one side of the tree and “Love” on the other as the most important things to him. The third tattoo of a “heart with a crown” and the words “Pray and don’t lose heart” that surround it, sit on his right thigh reminding him of faith and the power of prayer. A fascinating “geisha” with a Samaria sword, a lotus flower under her, two coy fish at the sides and a portrait of the great wave in the background were his forth; The honor and sacrifice of a husband, a lifestyle that runs against the grain, beautiful things emerging from tough situations and his favorite painting. The right inside of his bicep spells L_VE with the “O” as an outline of Africa. An anchor on his left wrist, John 15:13 across his lower left bicep he matches with 7 other friends and on his feet, “live in”, “the spirit”; two words on each foot “like being in Africa” he said.

Contrary to some, Chris sees no long term effects of tattooing. Rather, he focuses on “the heart of it”, like a canvas of God’s glory. I’ve witnessed young people who have seen Chris’ tattoos and asked what they meant. He shared what they represent along with these words, “The greatest testimony I can have is that as a sinner, a God of mercy can, will and does use those who seek and desire for Him, just as He has done with me.”