• Blogs,  Vic Stanley

    My Father. . .

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   My father is a quiet man, and I’m like him in that way. My father is a pensive man, and I’m like him in that way. My father takes his time before he speaks, I am trying to be more like him in that way. My father is a humble and gentle man, and Lord knows He has a lot more work to do in me before I’ll be like my father in that way.

  • Blogs,  Dave Lenehan's Weekly Thoughts

    Sewn Into God

    Written by Dave Lenehan   If you’ve ever studied either of the apostle Paul’s letters to the Corinthians, you know they are PACKED with incredible theology, encouragement, insight and tools equipping us as followers of Christ.  As I’ve been reading them again recently, I encountered some incredible passages from a fresh perspective.  2 Corinthians 5:4-7 is one of those sets of verses.  Read what Paul pens to his beloved church…remembering that this is actually Paul’s third letter to Christians in Corinth…his actual second one having been lost in history: “For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed…

  • Blogs,  Vic Stanley

    Death Can Die Part I

    Through the sacrament of the Eucharist (The Lord's Supper) we protest death and partake of the resurrected life of Jesus Christ. Here are a few thoughts concerning protesting death and practicing resurrection.

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Dominate

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Ran from the game then I came back Askin’ “Where the pain at?” Look dog I gotta change that From the sorrow to the joy and These cats wanna make all this noise To shut out the fear, in the silence that they’re trying to avoid Maneuvers employed to build and destroy is a false theology No life in that ecology I murdered the dichotomy That had my hands in evil, my thoughts in love, But my plans deceitful, The plug and the grams illegal Love for my mans but this clan will eat you, Watch life defeat you I was snatched from the…

  • Blogs,  Dave Lenehan's Weekly Thoughts

    Your Pastor

    Written by Dave Lenehan   My uncles Richard and John did it. My cousins Peter and Roger and my nephew-in-law Alex did it, too.  I’ve sat under the teaching of over a dozen more who’ve done it.  Even a couple of students who were involved in our church’s student ministry eventually did it. The common “it” factor? They all answered God’s call to become pastors. From the many conversations that I’ve had with pastors – friends and relatives alike – I know that being a pastor of any sized congregation or ministry is one of the most difficult, demanding, troublesome, often thankless yet most rewarding, inspiring, encouraging and fulfilling “jobs”…

  • Blogs,  Vic Stanley

    Blessed Are the Forgiven

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Here’s the problem, I was a gangster, and this means that you didn’t just speak to me any way you please. There’s a level of fear and respect that was accorded to me based on my position in the streets. So, when my homie D’s grandmother started chewing me out in front of her building it wasn’t going to fly. I was 19 or so, and I don’t quite remember what I had done to upset her, but whatever it was she was letting me have it. Of course, as I said, you don’t just talk to me any way you want, and I…

  • Blogs,  Dave Lenehan's Weekly Thoughts

    Wearing Fruit

    Written by Dave Lenehan   “I can’t wait to see what the Lord is going to do now that we’ve lost this one.” Those were the words of a woman living in the Houston, TX area after losing everything when her apartment complex was destroyed by Hurricane Harvey.  She had moved to Texas from New Orleans.  Guess where she was in August of 2005? In the path of Hurricane Katrina, where she lost pretty much everything when her apartment there was destroyed.  She said that the people of Houston helped Katrina survivors out so much that she decided to move there to really see what they were like.  Now she’s ready to…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Paper Chayse

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.       Who knew, that these cats would do things Business as usual Covert operations before they showed they’re true blue We was raised to peep the imposters, No use for boo hoos We play the game proper I see ya baby You looking real eager baby Why don’t you come step on the blocka, I hustled streets from South Beach to D.C.’s Northeast, Pulling through Chicago’s South Side Backroads of Indiana Slang laced with Virginia grammar Cali cats holding hammers Plug in Pittsburg Philly cats in Lynchburg Bmore whores and Richmond chores Mtown doors and Pdub wards I really did it, really lived…

  • Blogs,  Vic Stanley

    Acts 4

    In Acts chapter 4 we see these things take shape. The healing of a lame man in chapter 3 leads to opposition in chapter 4. Specifically, I believe that in chapter 4 we see Jesus’ words in Matthew 10 play out in a powerful way. Thus, Acts 4 should encourage us to press on in our mission to carry the Gospel to the nations.