Kevin Prosch....Crispin Schroeder...Jordan Roye...Agents of Future.....Johnmark McMillan....Jeremy Riddle....Johnny Cash.....
Television
24 (whatelse?)
Books
Velvet Elvis by Bell; Ragamuffin Gospel by Manning; The Seer; The Elijah Revolution; The Coming Prophetic Revolution, and more,by Jim Goll, www.encountersnetwork.com;
Black Like Me by John Howard Griffin; Renewing the CITY by Robert Lupton; Revolution by George Barna;
They're Gentiles for Christ's Sake - discovering beauty and potential. by:Ken Loyd call 1-800-845-5750 GET THIS ONE NOW!;
Soul Salsa; Postmodern Pilgrims both by Leonard Sweet;
Embrace the Fire
by Bobby Connor;
Beyond Radical
by Gene Edwards;
Uprising by Erwin McManus;
Peter Rabbit and the tale of Tiggly Wiggly by B. Potter;
Heroes
William Booth; Catherine Booth; Jackie Pullinger; Sojouner Truth; Joan of Arc; johnny p.
About me: "I want to be thoroughly used up when i die for the harder I work the more I live. I rejoice in life for its own sake. Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to those who will go after me."
SHARE YOUR SOLE 2007 WAS A HUGE SUCCESS!!!
250 PAIRS OF NEW SCHOOL SHOES GIVEN AWAY!!
SHARE YOUR SOLE 2007 WAS AWESOME! 250 PAIRS OF NEW SCHOOL SHOES GIVEN AWAY!! LOOK AT THOSE SMILES!
Who I'd like to meet: THESE PEOPLE, ALL OF THEM:
"... an army of young people. You see bones? I see an army. And they are free from materialism. They laugh at 9-5 little prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday. They wouldn't even notice. They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won. They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations. They need no passport. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence. THEY ARE FREE, YET THEY ARE SLAVES OF THE HURTING AND DIRTY AND DYING. What is the vision? The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It is dangerously pure. Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation. It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games. This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause. A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters. Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds fom above chanting again and again: "COME ON!" And this is the sound of the underground The whisper of history in the making Foundations shaking Revolutionaries dreaming once again Mystery is scheming in whispers Conspiracy is breathing... This is the sound of the underground. And the army is disciplined. Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms. The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain." Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them? Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them? And the generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and with great barrow loads of laughter! Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365. Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mold them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve. They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive..on the inside. On the outside? They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes: to communicate and celebrate but never to hide. Would they surrender their image or their popularity? They would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man on death row; guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair. They pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them. Their DNA chooses Jesus... He breathes out, they breathe in. Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus. Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don't you hear them coming? Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. These are children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden. And this vision will be. It will come to pass. How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great "Amen!" from countless angels, from heroes of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner. Guaranteed
wow! you know whats pretty amazing. Just yesterday I was thinking about when I had time to go down there, I work 2 jobs and run A LOT, can you do me a favor and send me a message with your number and stuff. I'll reply and tell you more of whats been on my heart.. Talk to you soon!!
Hello to my southern brothas and sistas. Well I wanted to come down this month, but life all the sudden has gone left and headed towards crazy. I live this Sunday to spend two weeks in Germany with a missions group, and then I get back from there I leave the next day, because the company I now work for is flying me out to DC to work in that market for three weeks. I miss you guys like a old pair of jeans, that I love and can not wait to be back around. So hopefully I will see you guys soon. Master Pastor I am still waiting on the call when you get the bus so we can go travel the Americas. -Love you, Lil B.
i was wondering if you could send me an updated pic of sandra and monica and erica.
and how they are!!
i realy would appreciate it!!!!
thanks so much!! if you cant send pics thats ok i just realy want to know if there ok.
xoxo MEL ♥
p.s. is there and address i can send them a letter or if theres a way you guys could give it to them??? i just want them to know i still think about them all the time!
Suzie and Mark. Just wanted to let you know that Kayla had a great time helping out with Share your Sole. She had the chance to go down with Daniel and she was blessed. Thank you for all you do. Tonya Lambert
