Vic Stanley

Victor Stanley Jr. is the president and co-founder of LOJ Ministries overseeing the day-to-day operations of the organization. Vic leads some of our missions trips, teaches, guides the development of curriculum and training programs, and serves to keep LOJ focused on its mission to "Strengthen churches and Christians around the world to transform their communities." Apart from LOJ Vic writes extensively and also serves as a member of the vestry at his local church, Church of the Good Shepherd in downtown Lynchburg, VA. Vic simply desires to faithfully and humbly serve God wherever Christ may lead him.

  • Blogs,  Vic Stanley

    All of The Sudden…

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   I read a lot. I study Scripture, its doctrines and theology. I study philosophy, Christian, secular, and Eastern philosophy. I teach theology and do ministry training, I write a lot of cultural commentary and practical theology, I serve in various leadership roles. My dad is the pastor of a large church, one of my mentors is a globally renowned missiologist and theologian, one of my other mentors is a high ranking executive at one of the world’s largest Christian organizations. I’m told by many people that I am highly respected and greatly beloved. By all counts I’m on a path to become, by human…

  • Blogs,  Death Can Die,  Series,  Vic Stanley

    Death Can Die Part II

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Death Can Die Part I spoke of the Eucharist and its importance in conveying the idea of “protesting death and living the resurrection.” We looked at John 6:53–59 and Jesus’ words about His life giving flesh and blood. I’m indebted to Tamara Hill Murphy and her article Protesting Death/Practicing Resurrection, as well as my friend Marci who made me aware of the article and provided some thoughtful insights on the whole idea. In part one I provided some context for the idea of protesting death and living resurrection by giving a brief overview of the Christian Calendar with particular attention paid to the Easter Season (known…

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Heavenly. . .

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.   Dope game, I’ve seen it all Seen the rise plus I’ve seen the falls, Heart full of hate I’ve seen them on those corners squeezing off (guns) Heart full of love I’ve seen it get taken advantage of I’ve seen the pain Plus I’ve seen the change Good girls end up jaded Good boys end up chasing that paper They all get whored out Ced’ told me “Life got us all Vic, no hold outs” I’m spitting it quicker You gotta realize there’s more to these pictures It’s hurt in these words Written by a mind that’s disturbed I see the troubles of the…

  • 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,  Death Can Die,  Series,  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,  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…

  • 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.

  • Poetry,  Vic Stanley

    Jesus Wept

    Written by Victor Stanley Jr.       I puts it all together Me and these hustler’s that used to ball together Can no longer weather these storm together My solution to dissolve these problems is a different type of solvent All men will soon stand in awe when The Lord stand before all them Christ they rejected demands their respect and They used to stand chest out on their own two feet I was just like them, Jesus was foreign to me, Now I spend life with holes worn through jeans Humbled to my knees Praising this King More than a 180 I used to worship my disease Drone…