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 is a guest speaker at churches and conferences. Vic simply desires to faithfully and humbly serve God wherever Christ may lead him.
I followed in the steps of those hustlers before me | Figured I’d do better on this trek | But the story stays the same | The characters too | Only the names get changed...
These songs, while just scratch recordings reflect my thoughts surrounding Millennial Christianity as I have experienced it over the last 6 years at large and the last two years specifically.
You’re watching the end | Of all I tolerated since I came around here | And stepped on this unholy ground. . . You won't have to know me now. . .
I’m trying to walk in peace//but can’t have harmony with these monsters and beasts//they present themselves as gentle and kind//I see beyond the veil to the truth of their kind/
I’m from a Kingdom with strange tendencies | Odd liturgies | And prayers for our enemies | Spiritual remedies for soul crushing injuries | Beginning at the finishing | We’ve been entering where the ending be…
All these Ruths and Pauls | We are tired of seeing justice and the truth get mauled | restoration and healing is the proof we saw that the Lord’s involved. . .
I hear what y’all talking ‘bout | I’m thinking they wanna clone me | With some slight alterations and mental adjustments | To kill my rebellious spirit | I’m thinking they wanna own me. . .
Y’all enamored by the fantasies contained in your reason | Hammered by insanity that’s restraining your thinking | Stammering and calamity is staining your speaking | Rambling and profanity and pain in your reaching
I stared Medusa in the eyes | My heart stone | With Versace shades on | Even she shivered…
I never really bothered with righting my wrongs | I just started living right |And watched my ills get gone | The past rolls on | My will is weak | But His Grace is strong. . .