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I Went and Got Myself Ordained

I Went and Got Myself Ordained

An hour before my aunt Vicki walked into the arms of Jesus, I was getting ordained, prayed over, and prophesied over. I may or may not have snot bubble cried.

Part of the prophecy spoken over me said, “I will use you to bring many sons and daughters into my Kingdom! Prodigals will come home when they hear my message through you! Yours is an evangelistic calling. The Lord says, ‘I call you my evangelist.’”

Before I left, we prayed for Vicki to be healed. 10 minutes later, I got a phone call that she had indeed been healed, just not on this side of heaven.

There’s just something so amazing about God’s timing. We were going to plan a more intimate ordination ceremony so I could invite friends and family, but it ended up not working out that way.

Now I know why. Four days later, I gave the eulogy at Vicki’s funeral. Did I need to be ordained for that? No. But I believe it was God’s way of launching me into this new season of what He’s doing in my life, and what more vulnerable, scary, emotional, honoring way to do so than leading my aunt’s funeral?

Are you ready to take back your identity, tell the devil to go fly a kite, and learn who you really are in Christ? Download my free Who I Am in Christ pdf today and start speaking the truth over yourself. Reclaim your true identity and start living the life God designed for you!

Another part of that prophecy said, “You can make a peanut butter sandwich a gourmet meal! You can make a simple word into something explosive! You can take a simple song and make it resonate in reality!”

Though I don’t know what all of that means just yet, God is already showing me glimpses I’m not fully prepared for, which tells me He’s in the details because I CAN NOT do it without Him.

I am so honored that Mrs. Erma and Mrs. Lois believe in me enough to ordain me under the umbrella of The Ark Apostolic Center. May I honor the Lord well with what He’s entrusted me, and may I also honor you with the trust you have given me.

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My Thoughts on Morgan Wallen’s Apology Video

My Thoughts on Morgan Wallen’s Apology Video

One of the most powerful things we can do is take responsibility for our actions. And saying “I’m Sorry” goes a long way, but we often must put actions to our words.

Several weeks ago Morgan Wallen did a really stupid thing. No arguing there. We now know he was on a “72-hour bender” and we all know we do stupid things when we make stupid choices.

Please note, I’m not making that an excuse, but it is a reason. Obviously, there are still some things in Wallen’s heart he needs to work out to even make him use that word.

But what I immediately saw was cancel culture yet again kick into full gear. Was that the right response?

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Why You Might Be Part of the Political Problem

Why You Might Be Part of the Political Problem

“What a libtard.” You’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.

“Trumpsters are at it again.” You’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.

“Joe Biden is a f$@ktard.” You’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.

“Trump is a racist rapist.” You’re not part of the solution, you’re part of the problem.

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A Letter to the Class of 2020

A Letter to the Class of 2020

Dear Class of 2020,

I’m sorry. I won’t even pretend to say I understand, because I have no idea what you’re going through.

Something has been stripped away from you that has never before happened in history – that I’m aware of anyway.

Frankly, it sucks.

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That Time I Met Governor Mike Parson: Why God Wastes Nothing

That Time I Met Governor Mike Parson: Why God Wastes Nothing

God wastes nothing.

My mom was a prison guard for 10 years at Church Farm in Jeff City. I can’t remember what I had for dinner yesterday, but still remember the phone number there. 751-2053. A debilitating car accident in 1994 ended that job for her and changed our lives forever.

Sometime in 200?, I picked my dad up from prison. His DOC # was 232404. A debilitating addiction eventually took his life.

In October 2018 my boss gave me a promotion and invited me to become part of the ReEntry team, going into the prisons and helping inmates transition back into the workforce.

That morphed into more than I ever could have imagined, with the opportunity to write a curriculum teaching men and women personal and professional development. Starting next week I’ll be taking that curriculum into a third facility.

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Holding My Breath and Catching it Again: My 2019 Recap

Holding My Breath and Catching it Again: My 2019 Recap

2019 was a BIG year. A year where I caught my breath, held my breath, lost my breath, and caught it again.

I started 2019 playing the air guitar, with a little less fear of what others thought about me than the year before. I started 2020 playing the air guitar, with a lot less fear of what others thought about me than the year before. It felt nice. But my knees hurt a little more this go around. Lay off the sugar, Sundi Jo.

I experienced adventures, drama, comedy, and heartbreaks.

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