Underground Railroad Tour Burlington NJ Historic District: "Underground Railroad Tour
Slavery was, and is, a crime against humanity. This tour visits historic sites of undeniable interest to African Americans, and all who would show solidarity with the brave resistance. Of moderate length (1 1/4 to 1 3/4 miles, from 1 to 1 1/2 hours), with recognized sites.
Take a walk back in time and engage your mind with Self-Guided Tours of historic sites in the City of Burlington. Available year-round, these are especially fun when taken during one of our special annual events (see Events Calendar). The Site Numbers (in circles: ) below may appear out of order, but the sites are arranged in order of best walking route. Tour offers as an option one Registered site beyond the Historic District, the Allen School. To help you find your way, print out a copy of our Historic District Map. Or, request a FREE Map Brochure– by or call (609) 386-3993. Supplies are limited. Some sites may contain stairs. Wear comfortable walking shoes.
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Short Story from Volume 4
God’s Ways
Boom! Two cars collided on a busy highway. Jennifer Hummel was on her cell phone and Charley Mosley didn’t signal while passing her lane. This scene stopped rush hour traffic for 2 hours. Neither one of them had serious injuries, but their cars were banged up pretty bad. Both of them were taken to the same hospital.
On her cell phone, Jennifer talks to her boyfriend about her accident and how it was the man’s fault. Charley was also on his cell phone talking to his mother and telling her how it was the woman’s fault. Both were discharged and sent home not knowing that they were going to cross paths again.
Jennifer arrived home with a few scratches and a stitched up leg. Her boyfriend and mother helped her to the couch.
“I guess you’re not going to work for a couple of days,” said her mother Julia.
“I don’t have a problem with that. I need the rest.”
Her mother then retreated to her room. Jennifer asked her boyfriend if he could make her a sandwich and give her a can of soda.
“You’re not sick, get up and get it yourself.”
Then he sat down on the couch next to her. He took the remote out of her hand and began to click the channels. Jennifer thought that he wasn’t being sympatric and she looked around to see if her mother was looking on, because she felt embarrassed that she was staying with a man who didn’t respect her.
Her mother was up in her room on the phone talking to her friends about the car accident.
When Jennifer was finished making her sandwich, she hopped back to the living room to find that her boyfriend Jalil was not there.
“Thank God,” said Jennifer.
Then she felt a slap on the back of her neck.
“I’m not taking this from you any more.”
“See I was just hiding. If you want me to leave I’ll leave, but remember there is no one else but me in your life and it’ll never be anyone else,” said Jalil in a nasty and weird voice that made Jennifer cringe.
Jalil left the house and slammed the front door. Jennifer’s mother heard it and yelled from her room.
“What was that all about?”
“Dummy left mom, that’s all.”
“He’s no dummy, he’s a good man.”
“Whatever.”
Charley Mosley lived across town. He was getting care from his two teenage daughters named Carrie and Lou.
“Was that lady mean to you dad?” asked his older daughter Carrie.
“No, she was just shaken up. I hope she’s alright. Since we both were in the wrong and were ticketed, we won’t be seeing each other in court. Our auto insurance companies will be dealing with this.”
Lou, his youngest, was putting ice on her father’s swollen knee cap.
The phone ringed and it was his estranged wife Christina. She wanted to see the girls that day. Charley told her what happened and she didn’t seem to care, she just wanted to see her daughters. She felt since he was hurt, he needed time to rest, and the girls didn’t need to rest with him.
“If they want to see you, you can see them. But not with out supervised visits. If not…you loose.”
Charley put the phone down and asked his daughters if they wanted to see their mother. They both said they would, but only if their father came, and they knew he wasn’t up for moving around. Charley got back on the phone and told Christina that she had to see them another time, because the girls didn’t want to see her by themselves and he couldn’t move around. Christina starting yelling and Charley instantly hung up the phone. During the next hour, he just let it ring without finding out who was on the other line.
When Christina finally gave up trying to call Charley, she called her friend Alford. She told him to enforce his duty as an officer, and go over to where her children were, so he could talk some sense into their father.
“If they were mine, I would. I’m not going to abuse my right as an officer of the law for you. We just became good friends. I think you need to calm down and stop being so angry. You know what the bible says about that. Don’t let the sun go down on your wrath. We all make mistakes and when you go back to court maybe everything will be in your favor, but you must be patient.”
Christina cried over the realness of her situation. She just wanted her children back. Her dysfunctional childhood led up to her being an abusive parent. Her husband couldn’t take anymore, so he left her and had custody of their daughters for 6 months now.
Over at Jennifer’s house, her mother was helping her get around and talking to her about the high insurance premiums that she may get.
“Mom I’m not thinking about that. Right now I just want to relax and sort out my life. I have a good job, but I’m thirty and living with my mother. It seems like life is passing me by. I don’t know what to do.”
“You have a good man by your side. Maybe you and him can find a place and move in together.”
Jennifer didn’t want to tell her mother about their rocky relationship, but what’s
done in the dark must come to light.
The next day after the children went off to school, Charley went to answer a knock at the front door. It was Christina begging to talk to him. He opened the door and let her in.
“What is it Christina? I don’t have time for drama, so what do you have to say that you couldn’t say over the phone?”
“I want you to come to court with me and tell them that I’m a good mother and that I would never hit my children again. I took classes and everything. Please, can I see them today?”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me; it’s the court house that makes these decisions. I’m protecting mines, since you didn’t. When they come home from school I’ll ask them if they want to see you.”
Christina started to cry and then she asked Charley if they could pray.
“You know I’m not much for praying. I love God, but I’m not right. When I get well I’m going to take the girls back to their roots, because they truly love the Lord.”
Then he looked in Christina’s watery eyes and said softly,
“Sorry but you have to leave now.”
Christiana sobbed and prayed on the way home. She wanted the Lord to save her marriage, but it seemed like Charley was through with her.
That same day Jalil was headed back to Jennifer’s house with a bad attitude as always. He wanted to know why she wasn’t picking up the phone last night. He banged on the door.
To his knowledge her mother wasn’t home, because her vehicle wasn’t parked in front of the house, but she was home. Jalil banged again, and Jennifer’s mother opened the door and shouted,
“What is your problem? Are you crazy?”
“Sorry mame, I just want to see Jennifer.”
“Well she’s not here. She went to the store, and you’d better show some manners the next time you come to my house.”
“Yes mame,” said Jalil.
He was fuming by the time he got to his car and sped away doing 15 miles over the speed limit.
In the meantime, Jennifer went to buy some food from the grocery store. She got a call on her cell phone from the auto repair shop that had her car. They said it was totaled, and if she had close to ten thousand dollars they would fix it. Jennifer declined and said that she would just buy a kick around for now.
Across town, Charley decided to leave the house to get a little air. He didn’t like to be cooped up in the house for the full week that he was off from work, so he got inside of the only car that he had. It was small and not to his liking, but he had decided to keep it until his daughter was ready to drive.
On his way to the local grocery store, he stopped at a red light. In his rear view he noticed a car that wouldn’t come to a stop. It was moving behind him at a fast rate. With Charley’s quick thinking, he inched up little by little so the car wouldn’t hit him, but it was too late. Jalil, the driver of the other vehicle, hit the back of Charley’s car with such force that his car went into the traffic headed in the other direction, where motorists were making their turns. Charley got hit again by two other cars.
When the smoke cleared, there were two fatalities; Jalil and Charley.
Jennifer found out and was saddened, but relieved at the same time. When Christiana found out about Charley, she began to work harder to get her children back.
At Jalil’s funeral Jennifer cried very little. When she heard of driver that was killed because of her boyfriend Jalil, Jennifer thought of nothing more then to go the funeral which was held at his church.
Once there, she heard all the comments on how great Charley was. When Christina spoke, she talked about salvation and how her faith has gotten her to believe that God is able to help you through the storms of life. Jennifer never went to church before, but she felt like God was speaking to her. At the end of the funeral there was a call to receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior.
Upon exiting the church, she looked to see the picture of Charley Mosley and she gasped. Her thoughts on how real God was, reined in her mind. That’s when she began her Christian journey in the Lord. Beginning at Charley’s church.
Boom! Two cars collided on a busy highway. Jennifer Hummel was on her cell phone and Charley Mosley didn’t signal while passing her lane. This scene stopped rush hour traffic for 2 hours. Neither one of them had serious injuries, but their cars were banged up pretty bad. Both of them were taken to the same hospital.
On her cell phone, Jennifer talks to her boyfriend about her accident and how it was the man’s fault. Charley was also on his cell phone talking to his mother and telling her how it was the woman’s fault. Both were discharged and sent home not knowing that they were going to cross paths again.
Jennifer arrived home with a few scratches and a stitched up leg. Her boyfriend and mother helped her to the couch.
“I guess you’re not going to work for a couple of days,” said her mother Julia.
“I don’t have a problem with that. I need the rest.”
Her mother then retreated to her room. Jennifer asked her boyfriend if he could make her a sandwich and give her a can of soda.
“You’re not sick, get up and get it yourself.”
Then he sat down on the couch next to her. He took the remote out of her hand and began to click the channels. Jennifer thought that he wasn’t being sympatric and she looked around to see if her mother was looking on, because she felt embarrassed that she was staying with a man who didn’t respect her.
Her mother was up in her room on the phone talking to her friends about the car accident.
When Jennifer was finished making her sandwich, she hopped back to the living room to find that her boyfriend Jalil was not there.
“Thank God,” said Jennifer.
Then she felt a slap on the back of her neck.
“I’m not taking this from you any more.”
“See I was just hiding. If you want me to leave I’ll leave, but remember there is no one else but me in your life and it’ll never be anyone else,” said Jalil in a nasty and weird voice that made Jennifer cringe.
Jalil left the house and slammed the front door. Jennifer’s mother heard it and yelled from her room.
“What was that all about?”
“Dummy left mom, that’s all.”
“He’s no dummy, he’s a good man.”
“Whatever.”
Charley Mosley lived across town. He was getting care from his two teenage daughters named Carrie and Lou.
“Was that lady mean to you dad?” asked his older daughter Carrie.
“No, she was just shaken up. I hope she’s alright. Since we both were in the wrong and were ticketed, we won’t be seeing each other in court. Our auto insurance companies will be dealing with this.”
Lou, his youngest, was putting ice on her father’s swollen knee cap.
The phone ringed and it was his estranged wife Christina. She wanted to see the girls that day. Charley told her what happened and she didn’t seem to care, she just wanted to see her daughters. She felt since he was hurt, he needed time to rest, and the girls didn’t need to rest with him.
“If they want to see you, you can see them. But not with out supervised visits. If not…you loose.”
Charley put the phone down and asked his daughters if they wanted to see their mother. They both said they would, but only if their father came, and they knew he wasn’t up for moving around. Charley got back on the phone and told Christina that she had to see them another time, because the girls didn’t want to see her by themselves and he couldn’t move around. Christina starting yelling and Charley instantly hung up the phone. During the next hour, he just let it ring without finding out who was on the other line.
When Christina finally gave up trying to call Charley, she called her friend Alford. She told him to enforce his duty as an officer, and go over to where her children were, so he could talk some sense into their father.
“If they were mine, I would. I’m not going to abuse my right as an officer of the law for you. We just became good friends. I think you need to calm down and stop being so angry. You know what the bible says about that. Don’t let the sun go down on your wrath. We all make mistakes and when you go back to court maybe everything will be in your favor, but you must be patient.”
Christina cried over the realness of her situation. She just wanted her children back. Her dysfunctional childhood led up to her being an abusive parent. Her husband couldn’t take anymore, so he left her and had custody of their daughters for 6 months now.
Over at Jennifer’s house, her mother was helping her get around and talking to her about the high insurance premiums that she may get.
“Mom I’m not thinking about that. Right now I just want to relax and sort out my life. I have a good job, but I’m thirty and living with my mother. It seems like life is passing me by. I don’t know what to do.”
“You have a good man by your side. Maybe you and him can find a place and move in together.”
Jennifer didn’t want to tell her mother about their rocky relationship, but what’s
done in the dark must come to light.
The next day after the children went off to school, Charley went to answer a knock at the front door. It was Christina begging to talk to him. He opened the door and let her in.
“What is it Christina? I don’t have time for drama, so what do you have to say that you couldn’t say over the phone?”
“I want you to come to court with me and tell them that I’m a good mother and that I would never hit my children again. I took classes and everything. Please, can I see them today?”
“You don’t have to prove anything to me; it’s the court house that makes these decisions. I’m protecting mines, since you didn’t. When they come home from school I’ll ask them if they want to see you.”
Christina started to cry and then she asked Charley if they could pray.
“You know I’m not much for praying. I love God, but I’m not right. When I get well I’m going to take the girls back to their roots, because they truly love the Lord.”
Then he looked in Christina’s watery eyes and said softly,
“Sorry but you have to leave now.”
Christiana sobbed and prayed on the way home. She wanted the Lord to save her marriage, but it seemed like Charley was through with her.
That same day Jalil was headed back to Jennifer’s house with a bad attitude as always. He wanted to know why she wasn’t picking up the phone last night. He banged on the door.
To his knowledge her mother wasn’t home, because her vehicle wasn’t parked in front of the house, but she was home. Jalil banged again, and Jennifer’s mother opened the door and shouted,
“What is your problem? Are you crazy?”
“Sorry mame, I just want to see Jennifer.”
“Well she’s not here. She went to the store, and you’d better show some manners the next time you come to my house.”
“Yes mame,” said Jalil.
He was fuming by the time he got to his car and sped away doing 15 miles over the speed limit.
In the meantime, Jennifer went to buy some food from the grocery store. She got a call on her cell phone from the auto repair shop that had her car. They said it was totaled, and if she had close to ten thousand dollars they would fix it. Jennifer declined and said that she would just buy a kick around for now.
Across town, Charley decided to leave the house to get a little air. He didn’t like to be cooped up in the house for the full week that he was off from work, so he got inside of the only car that he had. It was small and not to his liking, but he had decided to keep it until his daughter was ready to drive.
On his way to the local grocery store, he stopped at a red light. In his rear view he noticed a car that wouldn’t come to a stop. It was moving behind him at a fast rate. With Charley’s quick thinking, he inched up little by little so the car wouldn’t hit him, but it was too late. Jalil, the driver of the other vehicle, hit the back of Charley’s car with such force that his car went into the traffic headed in the other direction, where motorists were making their turns. Charley got hit again by two other cars.
When the smoke cleared, there were two fatalities; Jalil and Charley.
Jennifer found out and was saddened, but relieved at the same time. When Christiana found out about Charley, she began to work harder to get her children back.
At Jalil’s funeral Jennifer cried very little. When she heard of driver that was killed because of her boyfriend Jalil, Jennifer thought of nothing more then to go the funeral which was held at his church.
Once there, she heard all the comments on how great Charley was. When Christina spoke, she talked about salvation and how her faith has gotten her to believe that God is able to help you through the storms of life. Jennifer never went to church before, but she felt like God was speaking to her. At the end of the funeral there was a call to receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior.
Upon exiting the church, she looked to see the picture of Charley Mosley and she gasped. Her thoughts on how real God was, reined in her mind. That’s when she began her Christian journey in the Lord. Beginning at Charley’s church.
Short Story from Volume 3
Raising them right
“Watch me catch that ball,” said 10 year old Ty, to his 13 year old brother Kayden.
“I bet you can’t.”
He then threw the ball to Ty. Instead of catching the ball, it went over his head and hit a stranger on the arm. Ty and Kayden ran towards their house with the stranger in pursuit. Instead of going into their house, they split up. Ty went down an alley and Kayden went inside of a crowded store.
When he peeked from behind a store shelf, he saw the stranger run pass the store. Then Kayden sneaked out of the store to see where the stranger was headed. He then spotted the stranger looking around at the corner of the block. The stranger then looked towards the store and saw Kayden. The stranger ran towards him and Kayden froze and said a silent prayer.
The woman grabbed him by his shirt.
“Why did you hit me?”
“I was throwing it to my brother. I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“Why did you run then?”
Kayden didn’t want to ask any more questions. He just wanted this huge lady to let him go.
While she was still holding him, one of the customers told her to let him go and she told him to mind his business.
Then Kayden’s Aunt came into the store.
“Can you please take your hands off of my nephew?”
“Oh hi Lexy,” said the huge woman with a smile as she was releasing her grips on Kayden.
She told Lexy what happened. His Aunt then told Kayden to say he was sorry.
“Sorry? But I said I didn’t mean it,” said Kayden.
“I didn’t ask you to say all that smart mouth. Go home now before I tell your mother that you don’t know how to throw a straight ball and you’re hitting strangers.”
Kayden left the store to go look for Ty. He walked from block to block calling him and after a while thought that he had went home.
When he got home his mother told him that she wanted him to go to the store for her. As she was getting the money out of her pocket book she asked him where Ty was.
“I’m looking for him mom.”
“Looking? He’s supposed to be with you. Go and get your brother then go to the store.”
Kayden rushed back downstairs to find Ty coming upstairs.
“Ty where were you? I was about to look for you again.”
“I was hiding from that big woman, did she find you?”
“Everything is cool. I’m going to the store for mom. She wants to see you, so go inside the house,” said Kayden running down the steps.
Ty went inside and his mother was so happy to see him.
“Come here boy and sit down.”
Ty sat on a chair in the kitchen and looked straight in his mother’s face.
“Why did you get lost? You know the streets aren’t safe.”
“But Jesus is watching me mom and He’s always protecting us.”
“Don’t temp the Lord Ty. Stay close to your brother and don’t wander off again.”
“I didn’t. Some big woman was chasing us, because Kayden hit her with the ball when we were playing. It was a mistake.”
“A big woman?”
His mother began to worry.
She knew how bad the streets were to her children, but they couldn’t stay cooped up inside of the house. If only her husband was around, she thought.
While putting on her sweater, she told Ty to come with her to point this woman out.
“You don’t want to mess with her momma, she’s huge.”
“Remember, God is protecting us. We’ll be alright.”
His mother was getting ready to go out the house when she heard Kayden come through the door.
“Praise the Lord. What happened?”
“Ty told me about some lady chasing you and him.”
“Everything is ok ma…that was Aunt Lexy’s friend. She stopped the woman from pounding on me because they knew each other.”
“Aunt Lexy huh”
Aunt Lexy was her ex-husband’s sister that hung around in the streets. So his mother had a good idea on what the woman looked like.
“You guys are in for today. Tomorrow is a new day.”
The next day the boys were playing in the park again and since it was Saturday, they couldn’t stay out late, because they had to go to church.
While they were playing, a much older boy came to them and asked them if he could play. Kayden and Ty didn’t like the looks of the boy and told him no. The boy then took the ball and walked away. Kayden looked at Ty and then seen his Aunt’s friend walking past.
“Ask her,” said Ty.
Kayden then waved to her and she came towards them.
“What’s up little man?”
“That boy just took my ball.”
Looking around Aunt Lexy’s friend spotted the young man.
“Who Damien, my son?”
“Yeah” said Kayden and Ty in unison.
The women called to her son and gestured him to come to her. When he got closer she told him to give the boys back their ball while slapping him upside his head.
“Don’t bother them again. Now get on out of here.”
Damien walked away rubbing his head.
“Thank you mamme,” said Kayden.
“Mamme? Don’t call me that, call me Dre.”
“Dre?” That’s a boys’ name said Ty”
“And…”
Ty was confused but Kayden wasn’t. He tapped Ty on the arm and told him to let it go.
“Thanks Dre’,” said Kayden.
She walked away telling him if he sees his Aunt to let her know, because she’ll be around the block for a while.
The boys went home early and their mother helped them get their Sunday suits ready. At bed time, the boys said their prayers and went fast asleep.
In the morning after their mother finished cooking breakfast, she went to their rooms.
“Get up boys; it’s time to get up.”
They heard their mother say those words 6 days a week, except on Saturday. Ty bounced out of bed, while Kayden dragged and oozed his body down to the floor.
“Get up Kayden, don’t you smell those pancakes,” said Ty.
Kayden bounced up and headed out the bedroom.
At the breakfast table their mother cooked pancakes, eggs and grits.
“These are good mom,” said Kayden.
“Well you and Ty deserve the best. You’re good boys that make me proud to be a mother. I also made the pancakes special today, because I want to hear you sing in the choir, instead of me hearing everyone else, you hear me.”
“Yes Mamme,” said Kayden.
On their way to church with their mother, the boys saw Damien standing on the corner bouncing a ball.
“Hey man, you want to come with us?” said Kayden.
“Yeah”
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. I go to church when I can.”
Damien looked at his clothes and then at Kayden and Ty’s mother.
“You look fine the way you are. If you come with us more, I’ll buy you a suit,” said their mother.”
“For Sure,” said Damien excitedly.
She smiled and nodded
Damien was overjoyed and more than happy to go to church now.
After service, Damien told Kayden and Ty’s mother that he will come again. Damien kept his promise and got his suit.
His mother Dre’ saw his suit one day and asked him who gave it to him. He told her Kayden and Ty’s mother bought it for him.
“So she’s dressing you now?”
“It’s only for church mom, stop tripping.”
“That’s fine, but don’t come in here telling me I’m wrong. I do me and you do you, understand.”
“Yes mom.”
Damien was 18 years old and had one more year of high school when he had met the boys. Now he had graduated and was away at college. His church instilled values in him that he never received at home. He was now a child of the King.
Damien always prayed for his family and kept in touch with Kayden and Ty’s mother, who he often called mom.
He became a role model for Kayden and Ty and they told people that he was their older brother.
“Watch me catch that ball,” said 10 year old Ty, to his 13 year old brother Kayden.
“I bet you can’t.”
He then threw the ball to Ty. Instead of catching the ball, it went over his head and hit a stranger on the arm. Ty and Kayden ran towards their house with the stranger in pursuit. Instead of going into their house, they split up. Ty went down an alley and Kayden went inside of a crowded store.
When he peeked from behind a store shelf, he saw the stranger run pass the store. Then Kayden sneaked out of the store to see where the stranger was headed. He then spotted the stranger looking around at the corner of the block. The stranger then looked towards the store and saw Kayden. The stranger ran towards him and Kayden froze and said a silent prayer.
The woman grabbed him by his shirt.
“Why did you hit me?”
“I was throwing it to my brother. I didn’t mean to hit you.”
“Why did you run then?”
Kayden didn’t want to ask any more questions. He just wanted this huge lady to let him go.
While she was still holding him, one of the customers told her to let him go and she told him to mind his business.
Then Kayden’s Aunt came into the store.
“Can you please take your hands off of my nephew?”
“Oh hi Lexy,” said the huge woman with a smile as she was releasing her grips on Kayden.
She told Lexy what happened. His Aunt then told Kayden to say he was sorry.
“Sorry? But I said I didn’t mean it,” said Kayden.
“I didn’t ask you to say all that smart mouth. Go home now before I tell your mother that you don’t know how to throw a straight ball and you’re hitting strangers.”
Kayden left the store to go look for Ty. He walked from block to block calling him and after a while thought that he had went home.
When he got home his mother told him that she wanted him to go to the store for her. As she was getting the money out of her pocket book she asked him where Ty was.
“I’m looking for him mom.”
“Looking? He’s supposed to be with you. Go and get your brother then go to the store.”
Kayden rushed back downstairs to find Ty coming upstairs.
“Ty where were you? I was about to look for you again.”
“I was hiding from that big woman, did she find you?”
“Everything is cool. I’m going to the store for mom. She wants to see you, so go inside the house,” said Kayden running down the steps.
Ty went inside and his mother was so happy to see him.
“Come here boy and sit down.”
Ty sat on a chair in the kitchen and looked straight in his mother’s face.
“Why did you get lost? You know the streets aren’t safe.”
“But Jesus is watching me mom and He’s always protecting us.”
“Don’t temp the Lord Ty. Stay close to your brother and don’t wander off again.”
“I didn’t. Some big woman was chasing us, because Kayden hit her with the ball when we were playing. It was a mistake.”
“A big woman?”
His mother began to worry.
She knew how bad the streets were to her children, but they couldn’t stay cooped up inside of the house. If only her husband was around, she thought.
While putting on her sweater, she told Ty to come with her to point this woman out.
“You don’t want to mess with her momma, she’s huge.”
“Remember, God is protecting us. We’ll be alright.”
His mother was getting ready to go out the house when she heard Kayden come through the door.
“Praise the Lord. What happened?”
“Ty told me about some lady chasing you and him.”
“Everything is ok ma…that was Aunt Lexy’s friend. She stopped the woman from pounding on me because they knew each other.”
“Aunt Lexy huh”
Aunt Lexy was her ex-husband’s sister that hung around in the streets. So his mother had a good idea on what the woman looked like.
“You guys are in for today. Tomorrow is a new day.”
The next day the boys were playing in the park again and since it was Saturday, they couldn’t stay out late, because they had to go to church.
While they were playing, a much older boy came to them and asked them if he could play. Kayden and Ty didn’t like the looks of the boy and told him no. The boy then took the ball and walked away. Kayden looked at Ty and then seen his Aunt’s friend walking past.
“Ask her,” said Ty.
Kayden then waved to her and she came towards them.
“What’s up little man?”
“That boy just took my ball.”
Looking around Aunt Lexy’s friend spotted the young man.
“Who Damien, my son?”
“Yeah” said Kayden and Ty in unison.
The women called to her son and gestured him to come to her. When he got closer she told him to give the boys back their ball while slapping him upside his head.
“Don’t bother them again. Now get on out of here.”
Damien walked away rubbing his head.
“Thank you mamme,” said Kayden.
“Mamme? Don’t call me that, call me Dre.”
“Dre?” That’s a boys’ name said Ty”
“And…”
Ty was confused but Kayden wasn’t. He tapped Ty on the arm and told him to let it go.
“Thanks Dre’,” said Kayden.
She walked away telling him if he sees his Aunt to let her know, because she’ll be around the block for a while.
The boys went home early and their mother helped them get their Sunday suits ready. At bed time, the boys said their prayers and went fast asleep.
In the morning after their mother finished cooking breakfast, she went to their rooms.
“Get up boys; it’s time to get up.”
They heard their mother say those words 6 days a week, except on Saturday. Ty bounced out of bed, while Kayden dragged and oozed his body down to the floor.
“Get up Kayden, don’t you smell those pancakes,” said Ty.
Kayden bounced up and headed out the bedroom.
At the breakfast table their mother cooked pancakes, eggs and grits.
“These are good mom,” said Kayden.
“Well you and Ty deserve the best. You’re good boys that make me proud to be a mother. I also made the pancakes special today, because I want to hear you sing in the choir, instead of me hearing everyone else, you hear me.”
“Yes Mamme,” said Kayden.
On their way to church with their mother, the boys saw Damien standing on the corner bouncing a ball.
“Hey man, you want to come with us?” said Kayden.
“Yeah”
“Do you know where we’re going?”
“Of course, I wasn’t born yesterday. I go to church when I can.”
Damien looked at his clothes and then at Kayden and Ty’s mother.
“You look fine the way you are. If you come with us more, I’ll buy you a suit,” said their mother.”
“For Sure,” said Damien excitedly.
She smiled and nodded
Damien was overjoyed and more than happy to go to church now.
After service, Damien told Kayden and Ty’s mother that he will come again. Damien kept his promise and got his suit.
His mother Dre’ saw his suit one day and asked him who gave it to him. He told her Kayden and Ty’s mother bought it for him.
“So she’s dressing you now?”
“It’s only for church mom, stop tripping.”
“That’s fine, but don’t come in here telling me I’m wrong. I do me and you do you, understand.”
“Yes mom.”
Damien was 18 years old and had one more year of high school when he had met the boys. Now he had graduated and was away at college. His church instilled values in him that he never received at home. He was now a child of the King.
Damien always prayed for his family and kept in touch with Kayden and Ty’s mother, who he often called mom.
He became a role model for Kayden and Ty and they told people that he was their older brother.
Short Story from Volume 2
Saving on the Sea
The waves were high, and the ship was shifting back and forth like a leaf being tossed in the wind. Many ships full of merchandise were selling their goods from country to country, but there was one ship that was in trouble that night. It had too much cargo on board. Its weight and the sea’s anger was a bad combination. Most of the men on the ship were saying their last prayers and the others believed that they could make it through the storm.
The captain of the ship was scared. He was afraid for his life and asked Lemuel to pray with him, so he could calm his nerves. Lemuel prayed fervently in the spirit and loud enough for all his other ship mates to hear. Lemuel was not afraid of the rambling sea or the roughness of the waves. He knew God was in control of it, and thought if it was his time to go, he’ll be in heaven with the Lord. He would sing, “Just to See Your Presence” often when he felt scared. Lemuel was always mild mannered and the crew admired him for being humble and not loud and rough like the rest of them.
After Lemuel prayed, the sea was still roaring, but the captain and ship mates felt calmer. “We’ll just have to ride the storm until it’s over,” said Lemuel.
“I believe when you see the sun light piercing through the sky, you will find peace in your souls again.”
Those words touched all the men and they felt safe.
Lemuel’s name meant “devoted to God”, and Lemuel was. His father and mother spread the gospel of the Lord Jesus after hearing Paul preach in the streets. They died a martyr in their twenties. Lemuel was a small child then but his grandparents raised him in the temple. When Lemuel grew up he provided for them. Lemuel didn’t have a wife, nor was he looking. He enjoyed preaching the gospel from country to country while working at the same time. Having someone between him and the Lord was something that Lemuel didn’t want in his life now.
Lemuel met a lot of women over the years, but they didn’t want to hear him speak of the gospel that restored his life when he backslid as a teenager. Now at the age of forty five, Lemuel was a sea man on a mission for God, which he always had in his mind.
The storm was over and as the crew woke up, they were smiling. The sun hit their faces and their souls were at peace. They had slept through it all.
Not far from land, the captain realized that they had sailed off course. The land they were headed to was just that, a piece of land. Using the telescope, the captain caught something in his sight. A half dressed man and a barely clothed woman was jumping up and down. The captain could not describe if they were happy or in pain. The other shipmates looked and one of them saw blood on the man.
Lemuel heard them and told them to be calm, and to remember that the storm they just went through could have ended their lives, but this was not a storm and more like a mission.
“A Mission!” Shouted one of the ship mates
“We have to get to the merchants, let’s turn this ship around,” said the captain
Lemuel didn’t say another word. He watched the captain and the men try earnestly to get the ship to turn around.
“Pray to God so he can turn this ship around. We can lose a lot of money if we’re not on time,” said the Captain.
Lemuel agreed what he had said, and went down to the lower deck away from everyone and used a wooden box for a chair to sit down. He prayed to God for direction and wisdom. He knew from that moment that they would be protected for whatever was coming ahead.
‘Turn! Turn!” yelled the captain to the men.
Lemuel stood up and looked out the tiny window to see what was happening. He saw the ship was moving closer to the island. As it was getting closer, more and more people came out of the woods. It went from two people to hundreds.
“We’re in trouble now. What is God doing to us Lemuel? I think they’re cannibals or something,” said the captain.
Lemuel was calm. His shipmates were shouting profanities while looking for tools to fight.
“Stop yelling, you’re making things worse. If you stay calm, maybe they will stay calm,” said Lemuel.
The captain believed Lemuel and told the men to be calm.
“Now smile.” said Lemuel. “And don’t wave.”
The ship began to stop and the people on the island didn’t seem harmless at all. Some of the men hid in the ship, some had weapons concealed in their clothes and the captain had a large knife hidden in his sleeve. Lemuel had the Lord on his side and didn’t worry. He remained prayerful.
When the ship remained still the man with the blood on him got into the ocean waters and ran towards the ship and the woman followed him. A few men on the island that were half clothed followed them. The men then grabbed the man and the woman and hurled them back to the island and into the woods.
The remaining people were still as they watched the captain and the crew standing still aboard the ship. Then a muscular man with a large decorated hat came forward, between the crowds. Lemuel suspected that he was the chief. He said something in his own language to the ship attendants. Lemuel proceeded to get off the ship and two of the ship’s crew followed him.
As they were getting closer, they and Lemuel waved and bowed, showing greetings. The Chief did the same. When Lemuel and the chief came face to face his facial expressions looked uneasy, because he didn’t know what they wanted. Lemuel called to the captain to bring some objects off the boat to give to them as gifts. Instead of the captain getting off the ship, he sent one of the ship mates.
When the ship mate got to Lemuel, he handed him a telescope, some paper and charcoal. Lemuel bowed down and began to write and he gestured the chief to follow what he was doing. The chief did and Lemuel showed him how each of the objects were used. The chief liked them very much. Lemuel also showed the rest of them how to write and to say the words that he had them write down.
After the brief encounter, they left, without any conflict. The chief and his people were holding up their papers. His friends and family were shouting Jesus is Lord and waving. Everyone laughed on their way back to the ship and thanked Lemuel for getting them out of the situation.
The sea was calm and the men were peaceful on their way to deliver the merchandise. To them, they escaped death twice with Lemuel’s help, but Lemuel knew there was one more death they needed to escape from and that was eternal death. Lemuel was with the crew for the next 20 years. Many of them received the Lord as their Messiah and spread the gospel to all the countries that they visited.
Lemuel retired from the sea life and remained with the Lord. He also married a holy woman of God and continued to share the gospel.
The waves were high, and the ship was shifting back and forth like a leaf being tossed in the wind. Many ships full of merchandise were selling their goods from country to country, but there was one ship that was in trouble that night. It had too much cargo on board. Its weight and the sea’s anger was a bad combination. Most of the men on the ship were saying their last prayers and the others believed that they could make it through the storm.
The captain of the ship was scared. He was afraid for his life and asked Lemuel to pray with him, so he could calm his nerves. Lemuel prayed fervently in the spirit and loud enough for all his other ship mates to hear. Lemuel was not afraid of the rambling sea or the roughness of the waves. He knew God was in control of it, and thought if it was his time to go, he’ll be in heaven with the Lord. He would sing, “Just to See Your Presence” often when he felt scared. Lemuel was always mild mannered and the crew admired him for being humble and not loud and rough like the rest of them.
After Lemuel prayed, the sea was still roaring, but the captain and ship mates felt calmer. “We’ll just have to ride the storm until it’s over,” said Lemuel.
“I believe when you see the sun light piercing through the sky, you will find peace in your souls again.”
Those words touched all the men and they felt safe.
Lemuel’s name meant “devoted to God”, and Lemuel was. His father and mother spread the gospel of the Lord Jesus after hearing Paul preach in the streets. They died a martyr in their twenties. Lemuel was a small child then but his grandparents raised him in the temple. When Lemuel grew up he provided for them. Lemuel didn’t have a wife, nor was he looking. He enjoyed preaching the gospel from country to country while working at the same time. Having someone between him and the Lord was something that Lemuel didn’t want in his life now.
Lemuel met a lot of women over the years, but they didn’t want to hear him speak of the gospel that restored his life when he backslid as a teenager. Now at the age of forty five, Lemuel was a sea man on a mission for God, which he always had in his mind.
The storm was over and as the crew woke up, they were smiling. The sun hit their faces and their souls were at peace. They had slept through it all.
Not far from land, the captain realized that they had sailed off course. The land they were headed to was just that, a piece of land. Using the telescope, the captain caught something in his sight. A half dressed man and a barely clothed woman was jumping up and down. The captain could not describe if they were happy or in pain. The other shipmates looked and one of them saw blood on the man.
Lemuel heard them and told them to be calm, and to remember that the storm they just went through could have ended their lives, but this was not a storm and more like a mission.
“A Mission!” Shouted one of the ship mates
“We have to get to the merchants, let’s turn this ship around,” said the captain
Lemuel didn’t say another word. He watched the captain and the men try earnestly to get the ship to turn around.
“Pray to God so he can turn this ship around. We can lose a lot of money if we’re not on time,” said the Captain.
Lemuel agreed what he had said, and went down to the lower deck away from everyone and used a wooden box for a chair to sit down. He prayed to God for direction and wisdom. He knew from that moment that they would be protected for whatever was coming ahead.
‘Turn! Turn!” yelled the captain to the men.
Lemuel stood up and looked out the tiny window to see what was happening. He saw the ship was moving closer to the island. As it was getting closer, more and more people came out of the woods. It went from two people to hundreds.
“We’re in trouble now. What is God doing to us Lemuel? I think they’re cannibals or something,” said the captain.
Lemuel was calm. His shipmates were shouting profanities while looking for tools to fight.
“Stop yelling, you’re making things worse. If you stay calm, maybe they will stay calm,” said Lemuel.
The captain believed Lemuel and told the men to be calm.
“Now smile.” said Lemuel. “And don’t wave.”
The ship began to stop and the people on the island didn’t seem harmless at all. Some of the men hid in the ship, some had weapons concealed in their clothes and the captain had a large knife hidden in his sleeve. Lemuel had the Lord on his side and didn’t worry. He remained prayerful.
When the ship remained still the man with the blood on him got into the ocean waters and ran towards the ship and the woman followed him. A few men on the island that were half clothed followed them. The men then grabbed the man and the woman and hurled them back to the island and into the woods.
The remaining people were still as they watched the captain and the crew standing still aboard the ship. Then a muscular man with a large decorated hat came forward, between the crowds. Lemuel suspected that he was the chief. He said something in his own language to the ship attendants. Lemuel proceeded to get off the ship and two of the ship’s crew followed him.
As they were getting closer, they and Lemuel waved and bowed, showing greetings. The Chief did the same. When Lemuel and the chief came face to face his facial expressions looked uneasy, because he didn’t know what they wanted. Lemuel called to the captain to bring some objects off the boat to give to them as gifts. Instead of the captain getting off the ship, he sent one of the ship mates.
When the ship mate got to Lemuel, he handed him a telescope, some paper and charcoal. Lemuel bowed down and began to write and he gestured the chief to follow what he was doing. The chief did and Lemuel showed him how each of the objects were used. The chief liked them very much. Lemuel also showed the rest of them how to write and to say the words that he had them write down.
After the brief encounter, they left, without any conflict. The chief and his people were holding up their papers. His friends and family were shouting Jesus is Lord and waving. Everyone laughed on their way back to the ship and thanked Lemuel for getting them out of the situation.
The sea was calm and the men were peaceful on their way to deliver the merchandise. To them, they escaped death twice with Lemuel’s help, but Lemuel knew there was one more death they needed to escape from and that was eternal death. Lemuel was with the crew for the next 20 years. Many of them received the Lord as their Messiah and spread the gospel to all the countries that they visited.
Lemuel retired from the sea life and remained with the Lord. He also married a holy woman of God and continued to share the gospel.
Short Story from Volume 1 of 50 Bible Inspired SS
Jackson Brown
Nobody can win a court case quite like Jackson Brown, a criminal defense
attorney. He was recognized for his wins and tactics, his stylish clothes and charming domineer. In his eyes, he felt that he was on top of the world. Jackson Brown attended church, and occasionally did pro bono cases for some of the church members who couldn’t afford his legal services. He also helped the court cases of murderers and rape suspects whether innocent or guilty.
After finishing up paper work at his firm one day, he was getting in his brand new BMW. Someone came up behind him and blinded his eyes, with a perfume scented scarf. Jackson Brown, who was tall at the height of 6 foot 4 inches, immediately snatched the scarf, turned around and saw a beautiful woman behind him.
“Well hello,” said Jackson seductively.
With a smirk the woman said, “Remember me?”
“No… have we met before?”
She gave him an envelope and walked away quickly, telling him that she’ll speak to him later. Jackson yelled, “Wait!” Ignoring Jackson, the woman kept going.
As she faded out the parking lot, Jackson opened the envelope. It had a picture of a young boy who looked about one year old, a note and a phone number. Jackson exclaimed loudly, “A son! I don’t have a son!” He immediately called the phone number and after four rings the answering service came on. There was no greeting message, just a beep. Jackson said with an upsetting and loud voice,
“This is Jackson, call me, you know who you are!”
Jackson proceeded to get inside of his car and his cell phone ringed right after he hung it up. Jackson said, “Hello?”
“Did you just call my phone?”
“Yes I got this number from a woman.”
“What woman?”
“I don’t know her name, but she gave me this number to call. She also left me a picture of a young boy with a note.”
“What does this child look like?”
Jackson described the young boy to the man. The next thing you hear is the man calling a woman named Susan over and over again, and soon after, Jackson heard the phone clicked. The man was searching for his wife Susan and he just got home from work when the phone ringed. He looked in the bedroom and noticed an empty draw open with a garment hanging over the edge. Inside the draw was a note.
It stated:
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but Alex isn’t yours. I do love you and I’ll speak to you when I feel the time is right. I going through some things that I know that you couldn’t understand. I hope to see you soon”
Susan’s husband was so distraught; he immediately called the babysitter to see if she still had his son. The babysitter acknowledged that he was there, so the man went to pick up him up.
When he got back home he hugged his son and said softly, “I love you. No one is going to break us apart.”
After Jackson heard the man yelling Susan, he remembered the woman. He had dated her a few times and never spoke to her again. She was too secretive for him, so he broke it off. Jackson figured that Susan or her husband will call back so they can straighten out the situation, so he waited for their call.
A few weeks went by and there was no call from neither of them, so Jackson called again only to find out that the number has been changed. Jackson was worried. He thought to himself, I don’t want to be a dead beat dad. Then he said loudly, “Oh God Help me, I don’t know what to do. I’ve sinned again. I can’t do this alone. Save me!”
That Sunday altar call was given at the ending of the church service, and Jackson was sitting in the back of the church again. He had the urge to move up to a front seat, and instead of moving up, he walked all the way to the back of the prayer line. The congregation knew exactly who he was. They were ecstatic and started whispering. “Maybe he’s really coming to Christ now,” some of them murmured. Jackson kneeled in front of the Pastor and said, “Help me.”
“Hold on to God’s unchanging hands and repent before Him. God is faithful enough to forgive you.
“Yes Pastor.”
Jackson repented with his hands lifted up. His Pastor anointed him with oil and said, “Be healed in the name of Jesus.”
Jackson felt a huge burden lift off of him. In an instant he never felt better in all his life.
After he left the prayer line, he passed Susan’s husband who was in the prayer line with his son. This was their first time at the church. Susan’s husband was so distraught that he felt that he had to go to a church closest to his home.
When service was over, Jackson went home and begun to meditate on God’s word and reestablishing his life as a disciple of Jesus Christ.
Susan’s husband Devon went home after church and played with his son Alex. He started to think about the phone call he received weeks ago and thought everyone needs to know their father like he knew his.
While at home deep into his bible study, Jackson’s cell phone rang. He picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello,” said the man, who took a lengthy pause, because he was trying to get his words in order.
“Who is this?” asked Jackson in a concerned tone.
“This is Susan’s husband Devon. You called me weeks ago and I’m ready to meet you.”
“Ok… I’m just as puzzled as you are man. I didn’t remember her until you called her name, and I didn’t know she was married.”
“It’s ok man, you don’t have to explain. He’s here already. Can you meet me at the Coach Diner on Crescent Blvd. in an hour? I’ll give you directions.”
Jackson agreed and Devon called the baby sitter.
An hour later the two men met and talked about everything that had happened. They also agreed to take a paternity test.
After a week the test was done and the results were in. The baby belonged to Devon and he was so thrilled. Jackson was relieved, but saddened, because he really wanted to be a father. After thinking of fatherhood for weeks, he now understood how precious God teaches us lessons of life through events. Jackson was ready to settle down.
Through it all, Jackson and Devon became good friends and spoke regularly on the phone. Jackson invited Devon to his church.
“I went there once.”
“Ok… will you come back again?”
“Yes I will.”
“How does this Sunday sound?”
“That’s be alright by me. See you there”.
Susan never came back to her husband. She was as absent as the sight of the wind. Devon later remarried and had one more child. Jackson also got married and had seven children. He was still was a defense attorney, but an honest one and he didn’t defend people that he knew were wrong.
Jackson and Devon were the best of friends and served the Lord with their families for the rest of their days.
Nobody can win a court case quite like Jackson Brown, a criminal defense
attorney. He was recognized for his wins and tactics, his stylish clothes and charming domineer. In his eyes, he felt that he was on top of the world. Jackson Brown attended church, and occasionally did pro bono cases for some of the church members who couldn’t afford his legal services. He also helped the court cases of murderers and rape suspects whether innocent or guilty.
After finishing up paper work at his firm one day, he was getting in his brand new BMW. Someone came up behind him and blinded his eyes, with a perfume scented scarf. Jackson Brown, who was tall at the height of 6 foot 4 inches, immediately snatched the scarf, turned around and saw a beautiful woman behind him.
“Well hello,” said Jackson seductively.
With a smirk the woman said, “Remember me?”
“No… have we met before?”
She gave him an envelope and walked away quickly, telling him that she’ll speak to him later. Jackson yelled, “Wait!” Ignoring Jackson, the woman kept going.
As she faded out the parking lot, Jackson opened the envelope. It had a picture of a young boy who looked about one year old, a note and a phone number. Jackson exclaimed loudly, “A son! I don’t have a son!” He immediately called the phone number and after four rings the answering service came on. There was no greeting message, just a beep. Jackson said with an upsetting and loud voice,
“This is Jackson, call me, you know who you are!”
Jackson proceeded to get inside of his car and his cell phone ringed right after he hung it up. Jackson said, “Hello?”
“Did you just call my phone?”
“Yes I got this number from a woman.”
“What woman?”
“I don’t know her name, but she gave me this number to call. She also left me a picture of a young boy with a note.”
“What does this child look like?”
Jackson described the young boy to the man. The next thing you hear is the man calling a woman named Susan over and over again, and soon after, Jackson heard the phone clicked. The man was searching for his wife Susan and he just got home from work when the phone ringed. He looked in the bedroom and noticed an empty draw open with a garment hanging over the edge. Inside the draw was a note.
It stated:
“I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but Alex isn’t yours. I do love you and I’ll speak to you when I feel the time is right. I going through some things that I know that you couldn’t understand. I hope to see you soon”
Susan’s husband was so distraught; he immediately called the babysitter to see if she still had his son. The babysitter acknowledged that he was there, so the man went to pick up him up.
When he got back home he hugged his son and said softly, “I love you. No one is going to break us apart.”
After Jackson heard the man yelling Susan, he remembered the woman. He had dated her a few times and never spoke to her again. She was too secretive for him, so he broke it off. Jackson figured that Susan or her husband will call back so they can straighten out the situation, so he waited for their call.
A few weeks went by and there was no call from neither of them, so Jackson called again only to find out that the number has been changed. Jackson was worried. He thought to himself, I don’t want to be a dead beat dad. Then he said loudly, “Oh God Help me, I don’t know what to do. I’ve sinned again. I can’t do this alone. Save me!”
That Sunday altar call was given at the ending of the church service, and Jackson was sitting in the back of the church again. He had the urge to move up to a front seat, and instead of moving up, he walked all the way to the back of the prayer line. The congregation knew exactly who he was. They were ecstatic and started whispering. “Maybe he’s really coming to Christ now,” some of them murmured. Jackson kneeled in front of the Pastor and said, “Help me.”
“Hold on to God’s unchanging hands and repent before Him. God is faithful enough to forgive you.
“Yes Pastor.”
Jackson repented with his hands lifted up. His Pastor anointed him with oil and said, “Be healed in the name of Jesus.”
Jackson felt a huge burden lift off of him. In an instant he never felt better in all his life.
After he left the prayer line, he passed Susan’s husband who was in the prayer line with his son. This was their first time at the church. Susan’s husband was so distraught that he felt that he had to go to a church closest to his home.
When service was over, Jackson went home and begun to meditate on God’s word and reestablishing his life as a disciple of Jesus Christ.
Susan’s husband Devon went home after church and played with his son Alex. He started to think about the phone call he received weeks ago and thought everyone needs to know their father like he knew his.
While at home deep into his bible study, Jackson’s cell phone rang. He picked up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hello,” said the man, who took a lengthy pause, because he was trying to get his words in order.
“Who is this?” asked Jackson in a concerned tone.
“This is Susan’s husband Devon. You called me weeks ago and I’m ready to meet you.”
“Ok… I’m just as puzzled as you are man. I didn’t remember her until you called her name, and I didn’t know she was married.”
“It’s ok man, you don’t have to explain. He’s here already. Can you meet me at the Coach Diner on Crescent Blvd. in an hour? I’ll give you directions.”
Jackson agreed and Devon called the baby sitter.
An hour later the two men met and talked about everything that had happened. They also agreed to take a paternity test.
After a week the test was done and the results were in. The baby belonged to Devon and he was so thrilled. Jackson was relieved, but saddened, because he really wanted to be a father. After thinking of fatherhood for weeks, he now understood how precious God teaches us lessons of life through events. Jackson was ready to settle down.
Through it all, Jackson and Devon became good friends and spoke regularly on the phone. Jackson invited Devon to his church.
“I went there once.”
“Ok… will you come back again?”
“Yes I will.”
“How does this Sunday sound?”
“That’s be alright by me. See you there”.
Susan never came back to her husband. She was as absent as the sight of the wind. Devon later remarried and had one more child. Jackson also got married and had seven children. He was still was a defense attorney, but an honest one and he didn’t defend people that he knew were wrong.
Jackson and Devon were the best of friends and served the Lord with their families for the rest of their days.
Index of my Life Changing Testimony
Index
Introduction
From Adam to Us (pg.4)
My Childhood (pg. 5)
Open doors of Witchcraft (pg. 7)
The Beginning of Opening Doors (pg. 8)
More Open Doors (pg. 9)
Demons Attained through more open doors (pg. 11)
Start of Demonic Attacks (pg. 13)
It Began (pg. 15)
Day 2 (pg. 17)
Day 3 (pg. 18)
Day 4 Time to close the Doors (pg. 19)
My Testimony (pg. 20)
Do you want to be like Jesus? (pg. 21)
Reading for Women (pg. 23)
After Deliverance, Becoming an Exorcist (pg. 25)
Two Essays (pg. 26)
The Ingredients (pg. 29)
Two Short Stories (pg. 30)
Christian Poems (pg. 35)
Reading Recommendations
Introduction
From Adam to Us (pg.4)
My Childhood (pg. 5)
Open doors of Witchcraft (pg. 7)
The Beginning of Opening Doors (pg. 8)
More Open Doors (pg. 9)
Demons Attained through more open doors (pg. 11)
Start of Demonic Attacks (pg. 13)
It Began (pg. 15)
Day 2 (pg. 17)
Day 3 (pg. 18)
Day 4 Time to close the Doors (pg. 19)
My Testimony (pg. 20)
Do you want to be like Jesus? (pg. 21)
Reading for Women (pg. 23)
After Deliverance, Becoming an Exorcist (pg. 25)
Two Essays (pg. 26)
The Ingredients (pg. 29)
Two Short Stories (pg. 30)
Christian Poems (pg. 35)
Reading Recommendations
Day 1 of many for THE PEN MOVES
I have a writing journey that is out of this world. I decided to start this blog for myself and others.
Writing was always in me since I was a small child, and at the age of 39 and I still have it.
My gift has manifested in a way that only can be described as truly a gift from God, my father of Heaven, who created all things.
My first manuscript is fiction and is called "Demon Possession, it can happen to you" a true account. This is my testimony.
The next manuscripts are non-fiction and are called "50 Bible Inspired Short Stories". I completed volumes 1-3, 4 will be completed next week. There will be 20 volumes in all.
The next book out is fiction and non-fiction and hilarious. It's called "100 things to do and what not to do," In celebration of black History Month, by founder Dr. Carter G. Woodson.
I will be talking a little about his life and his accomplishments. The other pages will illustrate the do's and the don'ts in animation, incorporating black characters. I am looking at cartoonists now. This will be a 100 plus page paper back.
I will also launch my 200 greeting card collection in stores this year. They will be everyday Topic cards and also Happy Birthday cards. I will do holidays when they approach.
I've also wrote 2 short screen plays. I also directed it.
I have written alot of songs and I will be getting those out as well.
I know I may be saying alot, but this is my blog and I'm going to share what I have inside of me. God is Awesome in everyway.
After my writing is close to being completed (I have other books in the works),I will be working on my various inventions.
Presently I am sending my book proposal of "50 Bible Inspired Short Stories" to agents. Some people say self-publish, but I'm not being lead to do so.
I am being lead to continue my writing while raising my family (5 children), and working close to full time hours. I am doing what the Lord God(YHWH)want's me to do.
I am on his time and not my own. It is through him that I recieved the creativity to write, while the Pen Moves.
Writing was always in me since I was a small child, and at the age of 39 and I still have it.
My gift has manifested in a way that only can be described as truly a gift from God, my father of Heaven, who created all things.
My first manuscript is fiction and is called "Demon Possession, it can happen to you" a true account. This is my testimony.
The next manuscripts are non-fiction and are called "50 Bible Inspired Short Stories". I completed volumes 1-3, 4 will be completed next week. There will be 20 volumes in all.
The next book out is fiction and non-fiction and hilarious. It's called "100 things to do and what not to do," In celebration of black History Month, by founder Dr. Carter G. Woodson.
I will be talking a little about his life and his accomplishments. The other pages will illustrate the do's and the don'ts in animation, incorporating black characters. I am looking at cartoonists now. This will be a 100 plus page paper back.
I will also launch my 200 greeting card collection in stores this year. They will be everyday Topic cards and also Happy Birthday cards. I will do holidays when they approach.
I've also wrote 2 short screen plays. I also directed it.
I have written alot of songs and I will be getting those out as well.
I know I may be saying alot, but this is my blog and I'm going to share what I have inside of me. God is Awesome in everyway.
After my writing is close to being completed (I have other books in the works),I will be working on my various inventions.
Presently I am sending my book proposal of "50 Bible Inspired Short Stories" to agents. Some people say self-publish, but I'm not being lead to do so.
I am being lead to continue my writing while raising my family (5 children), and working close to full time hours. I am doing what the Lord God(YHWH)want's me to do.
I am on his time and not my own. It is through him that I recieved the creativity to write, while the Pen Moves.
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