Hello again! and thank you for your interest in Saint Michaels Mission, a site created to share the testimony of what God is doing for me… because I couldn’t do it for myself! I know to some, that’s “crazy talk!” i.e. “God,” but when you call out with a pure and humble heart, you’ll no longer question His existence. God answers prayers! Which brings me to the prompting of what believer’s call “The Holy Spirit.” A prompting I’ve foolishly denied for the better part of my “born again” life…
This past Father’s Day (2024) marked the 7th year my son “MJ”/Michael and I haven’t spoken. My original thought … he was in that “2nd phase” of the way most children view their parent’s i.e. 1st they idolize their parent, then they resent them, and finally they’re seen as “human” capable of making mistakes, just like they’ve made mistakes. Although, due to an invisible wall which still separates us, I won’t know with 100% certainty until we sit down and talk (face to face). Stick with me… Father’s Day also marked the “6 month’s” required by the pre-release program I’m in to finally “WORK,” a core tenet of our American way and “The Pursuit of Happiness.” It’s just that after ALL that’s happened over the past 25+yrs, I wonder if I can still fine it… “happiness”
See, despite being incarcerated/hospitalized (as documented in this site), I’ve ALWAYS given of myself to maintain the “mother” of all my companies (Universal Lightning Protection, Inc.), holding to “hope” that no matter what happened I’d at least be able to provide for my loved ones. Going as far as bringing “Nubia” (my son MJ’s mother and her brother “George”) onboard as partner’s to save us ALL from a life of division and financial struggle.
But this past Father’s Day (2024) was anything but a day for a “father”. The emptiness inside so great I could only cry out to God… “why have you brought me this far, only to have me isolated from my family and everything I love!?” His holy response still reverberating within the hollow of my heart… “HE’S NOT YOUR SON!” The utterance of the Holy Spirit had finally imparting the hardness of my broken and weary heart. The father… “George,” the boy Nubia had always presented to my family and I as “her brother!” It was George! the boy I rescued from his drug addicted state on a couch almost 30 years ago… when “I” was the healthy one building “my” life. The endless talks. Endless hours driving in the night to get him… bringing him to our place so he’d be safe. The endless time I spent teaching him the skill’s necessary to ply the trade they’ve both now taken from me… using “Mikey” (my so-called son), as the reason I’m not allowed to enter the very company I founded and taught them!</pTalk about shattered dream’s… the last picture I saw of my “SON” several weeks ago confirming to my spirit that in fact, HE WAS GEORGE’S! Crazy thing is… I almost can’t say I’m surprised, it’s as if my spirit had always known there was something off about the two of them. But now I know it was me who was too blind (by my own sin), the wiles of the enemy, and “The ‘PURSUIT’ of Happiness” to see their true faces. The holy spirit also revealing the decision to dupe me “the father” … her plane ticket out of poverty as well as a life long commitment to their sinful union… and my utter demise. It’s an evil I simply can’t wrap my head around. To look on for 25+ years’… watching me suffer, SO THEY DIDN’T! Suffering that’s captured within this site. But (to me), more importantly captured… the LOVE and genuine effort I made to build a life for us all. And so, it is that in which I will hold… LOVE! Nowhere near the LOVE shown by my/our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ upon that cross, but yet another testament that His death was NOT IN VAIN!
May this initial “post” serve as a reminder… That some people are more concerned with “having,” than “being.”
“… Let God be true and every man a liar.” (Rom 3:4a)
