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“Hardships often prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” C.S. Lewis

If I have learned anything in the last 2 months, it would be that life is rough. I have never had this much trouble. It is just a rough time for Ariel and me. We are struggling, but we know that this won’t last forever. It never does! But even though I know this, I can’t let it get me down, because I know there is a purpose for our trials. I know that something will come out of this and we will look back and smile. We know that we aren’t being buried but we are being planted.

Trials don’t happen in your life without something coming from it. You might think that I am crazy, saying that I don’t know what you are going through, or that not everything has positive things come from it. This is where I have to disagree.  I feel that anytime you go through a rough time, you can take lessons from that time and go on to help other people. It sucks that we have to go through rough times, but we know  that rough times come and go, and we know that we will survive in the end, we just have to hold on to the hand that is reached out to us.

C.S. Lewis said this “Hardships often Prepare ordinary people for an extraordinary destiny.” We are giving hardships to prepare us for a journey. We need to go through the roughest times to appreciate the good times, even more. What if life was always great? You would find that you appreciate it less than when you have good times after bad times. If you always have good times, then why would you be happy to have more good times? It is the rough times that help build us into the people that we need to be. The best example is working out. When you work out, you slightly tear the muscles. The muscles will then take all the nutrition that it needs and it begins to repair the slight tears in its tissue. After it repairs, the muscle is slightly bigger and stronger. That is what life is, you go through rough times to slightly tear your muscles so you can become stronger.

Life is rough! Life is like a wave that is looking to kill anyone. I have never been more on the edge than I am now, but I know there is something behind how I feel. God is getting me ready for something great, so he is helping me train, as I get stronger in trusting him. I don’t expect it to be easy, but I know that I am not alone. I have family, friends, and Christ. Those three people will never let me fail. I know there is a plan after my trial, and that is what keeps my eyes on God. Don’t give up because you are going through a valley, because soon you will be back up on that mountain. I know I am making my way up that mountain now. Thank you!


Today will be a pretty simple post.canned

Today will be a quick (well not really) recap on one of my favorite nights, in a while. I want to tell you guys about my night, last night, and share with you why I think God is great and what to expect from me in the next few months, regarding content. It isn’t that my content will be changing, but with the connections that I was able to snag last night, I think we will be adding a few huge! Post to the mix up. Let’s get to the explosion!

I was stupid! That is easy to say if you know what I did two months ago. I was stupid then but I think I know better now. But the choices that you make in life have to be paid for. For my payment, I was set to pay 10 hours to the community, set by the nice judging himself. I was going to use those hours at Goodwill and just get it over quick. Something happened to where Goodwill flaked out, so I was left without a place to work. This is when my wonderful sister-in-law told me to contact her church, which is where I have been attending, well if you call 1 Wednesday, every other month, attending, then yeah its where I have been attending. I gave her mom a call and I got set up with the required 10 hours, which was going to be spent setting up for a concert/canned food drive. This concert was called “The Explosion,” and let me tell you, it was exactly what they said it was; an explosion!

I got to the church (King of Kings Christian Assembly: 520 S. Livingston St. Springfield, Illinois.) at 1:30 and was met by one of the nicest guys I have ever met. His name is Roddrick Lemar. He is a local artist that has so much talent. I fan girled, let me be freaking serious, when he started to play the piano, or was it an organ? Ah, whatever. It was so smooth, almost like when my grandma use to play her piano. It was so soothing. What made it better was that he was just as nice. He was headlining the show, yet he was there cleaning with me? That is a humble servant if you ask me. During the time of us cleaning, he was calling all his buddies, ensuring that they were going to come and get some of the radiation of the blast. I know he was playing that night, but I think his heart was more pulling towards helping the hungry. See, what was awesome about this event was that the admission was just 5 simple cans of canned goods. I feel like anyone in the world can find 5 cans of canned goods, which makes it a cake walk to come to this event. Also, all canned goods get donated to the local breadline, a service that feeds family’s that can’t afford to buy food, that’s awesome!!!

After cleaning, we began to talk about Roddrick’s future projects. I won’t spam in this post because omg we are already at 500 words, but I will let you know that we have some great stuff coming to you! We both are excited to work together and can’t wait to see what God does. Stay tuned my little Randoms! Oh! By the way, you guys have a new nickname; you are now my little Randoms. Love it? Ah, who cares; you will grow to love it.

Fast forward to 7P.M.; it’s the start of the show. I have spent the day meeting new people, enjoying the fellowship and drinking Starbucks. It was time for the freaking show, the encore, THE EXPLOSION. This concert had local and not so local talents. One guy came from Ohio, other came from ST. Loius. Long story short, these artists drove just to play at this certain show, but were they good? Let’s get to the numbers and check it out. I laugh at the fact that you guys thought there were numbers..Geez X3

There were a total of 5 listed artists on the poster, but then an added two once the show started, with the run total being 3 hours; that is a set list time of 25 minutes per artist.

The first artist was Melvin Campbell, which I had little to no time to watch, since I was still collecting the cans! But from what I heard, the guy had a great voice. I went to find him after the show to talk, but I couldn’t find him anywhere, which really sucks. Either way, BOOM LINK to his social media.

Artist dose! This was an in-house (added) musician, I think his name was Ryan, which was also during the time of collecting cans, so I am sorry if you are reading this Ryan (?) but know I was there in spirit. He was more of a gospel singer and man did he get the house to erupt. Everyone was dancing, shouting and just having a good time.

The third artist, PJae was the first artist, which I actually got to watch. He is local, I believe, and man does he have a voice. He only did 2 songs, but between those two songs, he was able to impress me. So much that I got his contact info, after the show, and I’ll be promoting him in the near future.

So the show was already halfway over, I believe it was already 8:30 p.m. and we still had 2 artist to go. Ntegrity was next (name is spelt that way, because he wants to leave himself out.) He is the one that traveled from St. Louis to play at this show. He was great, also funny. There was time to stall (tech issues), so he told 2 very corny jokes that made the house explode (see what I did there?) in laughter. He was smooth in his rap delivery and you could tell that he had God’s gift to do this. I loved his song “Precious,” which I tagged to his Spotify, check it out!

The final act was none other than Roddrick’s band, B.O.C. When I was talking to Roddrick, I thought he was a straight rapper, meaning he only rapped. This was not the case, tonight. His performance was something special. When I was in college, I got the chance to watch Chicago Mass Choir in person. It was such a blessing, because they were so talented, and really made gospel music fun. WELLLLLLLLL B.O.C was nothing short from that experience. If I could describe this band, I would say it was a blended delight of KB (rapper) and the Chicago Mass Choir. He takes the upbeat parts of gospel, and blends it together with rap, leaving us with the tastiest smoothie you could ever have. I saw more people dancing, during his set, than I did at my own high school prom. Also more sweat than a sauna, but who cares. Laugh, guys, laugh!

So all these artist, plus one lively Mc, which was a comedian that goes by the name of Justus Blessed (link to a live comedy sketch) helped to make this night a success. I counted like 74 people, I believe. Which was a great outcome since everyone brought more than 5 canned goods. I think I saw a guy bring in 48 cans of beans, by himself. But even at 5 cans per head, we are looking at 420 cans of food that will be donated on Monday! The breadline is going to be so happy, and think! We were able to feed hungry people in the area.

I am so happy that Goodwill fell through, because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this night. There was so much talent in the room that even Kevin Durant wanted to join. We, of course, told him to go back to Golden State and make up to Green. With all joking aside, I wanted to thank everyone that helped by donating. I can’t wait to see the managers face on Monday when we drop these canned goods off. It’s going to be so heartwarming.

I wanted to end this by saying; I also got prayer, tonight. It was like the night that I got saved. I could feel God all around me. It was just the refreshment that I needed. I am starting to believe that I made that one wrong decision for a reason. I think I needed the wakeup call, so that God could use me in many ways. WE don’t have any more time to talk about it (as my editor is going to be mad at me for having this post as long as it is, but boom! Link to his page) but I will have a blog talking about that in the near future. Anyway, I love my little Randoms, and have a peachy night!

If you want to donate to the breadline, $20 dollars can feed 10 people! Boom! Link!

    Does anyone know where my Honda went? Someone must have stolen it…
    This will be a quick story about my old church. This story came in my third year of being a Christian. I was talking to a pastor about speaking in tongues. I always wanted to do the impossible, and for me speaking in tongues was impossible. I didn’t understand it and always felt it was a trick to get people more hyped in church, but for some reason, I was never able to achieve the goal of doing so.

    Being very frustrated, I wanted to get my pastors advice. What he told me was un-releastic and made me question everything. I don’t know if he was joking, but  if he wasn’t then there are so many people walking around, thinking they are giving a gift of God, when in reality they are fools of a man’s tricks.

    The trick is very simple. You just have to say a few simple phrases, quickly, and you did it! The phrases are; “Who stole my Honda?” and “Untie my bow tie.” Now of course, one must say them quickly and in a low volume, mainly to ensure no one hears you, but that is the trick. You will be able to speak in tongues without problems, but only of you follow the rules.

    Let me remind you:
1. Get pumped at Church.
2. Lift your hands
3. Start praying
4. Say one of the two phrases.
5. Keep it low volumed and continue.
6. Sell it!


Obviously, this isn’t the way to do this, but I found it funny. The Lord is something to not joke about. But also playing tricks on people isn’t acceptable either. So if you want to do this, so be it, but make sure to keep it to yourself. Don’t share my secrets …fool!


Let me take you back in time, before everything at the church changed. Let me take the clock back to the days that I was happy. The days were before the college days, long before the days of being forced to do something I was content doing freely. These were the days of my high school years. I was happy with where I was as a Christian. I was content with serving the Lord and following the rules of the road. I was excited about the advancement of the kingdom, and was willing to do anything to help. It was easier to follow back then, before college. Let me take you to my Senior Year, the year that I wanted to take all my “holy” knowledge and pass it on to others. This was the year that I would stick my head out and change my friends lives. I had the plan in my head, a plan that was rock solid. All I had to do was move, and the plan was most guaranteed to work by its self. The plan was to start a bible study and invite all my friends to it. But knowing that no one would come to it outside of school threw me through some hoops, which led me to a walk with my friend, Seth, a fellow Christian at VHS (Virginia High School.)
I was in church, one night, when my youth pastor began to talk about evangelism. I still hadn’t made a career decision (at this point), but I was open for anything ( as long as it had something to do with ministry, that is). When my youth pastor began to speak about this topic, I grew overly excited about the possibilities of  God using me. By the end of the long sermon, I was almost set that this was the job for me, that is when the planning began. I was planning to set a new found revival to VHS, one that would leave a permanent dent on the hallways, forever. But I didn’t want to do it alone, I needed one more person to go in with me. That is where Seth comes in; he was a Christian, and he wanted the same thing as me, so who would be better than him? I would train him and give him the group, after I was long gone from that school. He would then be in charge and the revival could continue, since he did still have four-years. So, after the sermon, that night, I called Seth and told him that we needed to talk. He told me that he was busy, but we could meet up, the next day, and take a walk. That night I was unable to sleep, I was too busy thinking of all the details, worrying that if I missed one thing it would all be screwed up. I wrote down every detail of this project; from when the meeting will start, where, and why. Every stone had been turned, it was now time to sell the idea to Seth and begin the project.
During the walk, Seth was intrigued about the idea, but we both had a worry “Where would we have the meeting?” As I said before, I had the where, that wasn’t the problem, the real problem was trying to convince the people to allow us to have it there. I thought that the school would be a perfect place to have it. It would be perfect, people would come for the meeting and then go to class. That way we could invite our friends to it, and they would be more likely to come, since they had to come to school anyway. Seth apposed the problem being the School. The school system is strict about Church and School being separate, solely to avoid any discrimination. This was something that I understood and was willing to face, with or without Seth. Sadly, the meeting was without Seth. I went in, that next Monday, and set a meeting with our super attendant. She liked me so this was a piece of cake, or so I thought. She called me in immediately.
     My heart was pounding as she sat across from me holding her hands together, wanting me to do most of the talking. I told her my idea, which sounded crazy when it came out to her, but she bought it. She was very strict on the rules of the group. She had a idea of her own, one that was going to stick if I wanted the group. She ideally gave me a time, she told me that it had to be before school, in a class room. I wasn’t happy with the fact of getting up before school, since I had a rough time sleeping, but this was my chance to expand the kingdom, so I took it. I told her that I was willing to do whatever, little did I know what that meant.
After the meeting, I got a note from the super attendant. She listed a few things that had to be done to get the group started, along with a list of rules that had to followed. I had to write out a 2-page description of the group, what it would cover, and why it would help anyone. That was the easy part. The hard part to follow were the rules. She had everything down to the last “T” being crossed.

1. You can’t invite anyone to the meeting during school hours.
2. You aren’t allowed to work on any lessons during school hours.

     These were just a couple of the rules. I was stressing on how well this group would do if I couldn’t talk about the group, during school hours. How else was I suppose to invite people? With the worse part behind me, I set out to make this idea a reality. I invited a few people, outside of school, and told them to invite some people, also. I set the first day of the meetings, now it was time to make the sermon. With me being a pastor trainee, the sermon was the least of my worries. I was ready to engage the crowd and get the best results. The only problem was no one showed up, other than Seth and I. I waited until 15 minutes ‘til after realizing no one was coming, I simply asked Seth to pray. We spent the first few meetings praying for one person to show up.
     There was never a huge crowd, but there was a couple people that came. This was after weeks of praying. Finally, after weeks of drilling the Lord, he gave us a group of three. That was the best result of the group. This was the best outcome of the group, but it was also the most touching message. I prepared a sermon solely for this day. I was ready for the crowd, I was ready to touch some hearts. If this was going to be the only chance I would get, I wasn’t going to waste it. That day I remember the laughs, the responses, and the heart filled stories that came from the groups mouth. They understood the message. I had a warm feeling in my body as we closed with a prayer. Though we had a great turnout, the group decreased over the weeks. It was too much from people to get out of bed, especially to come to school, and to learn about something they didn’t have interest in. The group, even with the strength of the Lord, came to an end. School was becoming too much, that I finally stopped the group meetings. With all the test, classes, and holidays I ran out of gas.
I think about how I quit, and at first I was upset, but now I know I did the right thing. I was starting to fail my classes (because I was more worried about the outcomes) which was one of the rules “You will be asked to stop the group, if you fail to maintain a ? gpa.” I am sad that it came to an end, but at the same time, I am still glad that I started it. I stepped out in faith and didn’t worry about what others thought. Finally, I did something for me. I wish the group would have grew, but what’s important is that I grew through it! 


Impromtdude @


I am walking through the woods in the middle of the night. There are sticks and branches spread throughout the woods that could trip me up. In order for me to see, I pull out a flashlight that I found a couple years before this moment. I illuminate the ground to see my path was clear this whole time. I feared that I was going to be tripped up because I couldn’t see. The branches weren’t the only thing that I had to fear in these woods though. There are creatures out in these woods, and they want to snatch my light, and take my soul away from me. But as I hear them move towards my position, I flash the light in their eyes. They are unable to stay in the light, because they are made of darkness. They run away in fear of being wiped away. But as soon as I would see them leave, I would shut off the light. They would see that I put down the light. They knew that I was defenseless. They saw a chance to attack, and did.
I wanted to walk through the woods without being attacked. There was such wonder in those woods that I had to know about. But I was scared to go back into those woods without the flashlight that I had, so I left those woods and followed down another path. This path was a simple bike path that led to a place that I was comfortable. But Soon that path led back to the woods that I was trying to stay away from. The temptation was too strong one night as I walked by the woods, and I walked back into the dark void. I couldn’t see without the light, but something was pulling me in by my shirt. I got lost that night. I heard growls and screams as I ran through the oak trees. On the left, I could see red eyes, and on the right I saw blood. Each direction was going to lead me into something I couldn’t fight alone. I knew at this time that I had to get that light back, but it seemed to be to late. I gave that light away to the darkness, since I thought I didn’t need it anymore. I was very wrong, now it might cost me my life.
I continued to search through the woods and came to a light that acted as my way out. I wanted to scream and run towards it, but my feet were sinking into the ground below. I tried to pull my feet out, but the more I pulled my feet, the deeper I would go. My body was sank into the soft soil under me, but I was still fighting to break free. That is when I saw something standing in the exit. He was tall and bright. His face was hard to make out, but his presence was warm to my heart. He came up to me and held out his hand for me to grab. I figured this was trick, so I pushed away his hand. He shook his head and held out his hand again. I screamed for him to leave me alone. He stood there still holding out his hand. I denied his help again, this time a tear formed in his eye and fell to the ground. Something inside my body broke as I grabbed his hand. My body felt as if it melted at the touch of this man. My heart had broken to the tenderness of this man. I felt my body being lifted from the mud. It wasn’t long before I saw my body in a whole.
I tried to leave the woods through the exit, but this man stood in my way and pushed me to the woods again. I denied his help again, but he put his hand on my back. He began to push me, non-violently, towards the center of the woods. I started to cry out because I knew what the center contained. The center of the woods is where the monsters are. I knew from my previous experience that I couldn’t win the fight against the creatures. This man on the other hand had full faith in me. Every time I tried to turn around, he stood in my path to the exit. He would simply point his finger towards the middle of the woods. I finally gave up the fight and ran towards the center of the woods. But when I got to the center of the woods, there wasn’t a dark void anymore. But I was able to see all of the creatures. They were burning from the thunderous light that was shining now. They were grabbing their bones and breaking their own necks. I didn’t have to lift a single finger towards them, but with this mysterious mans light, they had no choice, but to run and hide. Some of them got away, I wanted to chase, but the man told me it wasn’t time to face them yet.
It was then that I knew that he was what I pushed away my whole time traveling. He was the source of my flashlight that I left the enemy have. He was the hope that pushed me back into the woods. All of the fights that I endured in these woods would have been lost if it werent for him. He was the light that I needed to win. I sat down with him after the battle, and asked him a few questions. He was quick to answer all of the questions. But took a few seconds when I asked him the last question. He looked at me with passion in his eyes as I asked “Who are you? What is your name?” He paused for a few seconds and answered “The light of the world.” He then grabbed my hand. I felt a jolt of energy enter my body as he slowly lifted his hand off mine, he then continued to talk. “I am the light of the world. I have given you the key to walk through these woods at anytime. Now you don’t have to worry about being alone, because I have given you my light.” He smiled and disappeared into the thin air.
I woke up  on the ground of a loft miles from my home. I had tears flowing from my eyes. The dream had felt so real. As I looked up at the ceiling, my friend appeared. He sat down with me and began to talk to me. I had all these questions, so I began to ask him questions about the dream I had experienced. He told me that “the woods I was in is life and the flashlight was my faith I had as a kid. The creatures that I felt on both sides was the people that never wanted me to succeed in life. The eyes is the hard times that always forced me into depression. The screams are from all the pain that I have been through in my life, and the blood is from the mistakes that I made.” Then I asked him about the other path, he answered. “That is from the time that you died inside of your own skin, and chose to live a dead life, but then you came back to life because you felt something was different about life. You then walked back into the woods, and fell back into the same temptations that left you dead before. But this time you ran from them, but it was too late. You fell for the things that wanted to take you six feet under. At that time you cried out for help, that is when you saw the mysterious man. You pushed him away but as you saw he never left your side. The tears the man cried was to show you that he loved you, he then pulled you from the grave and gave you new life. This new life was the strength you needed to face all of your fears and failures that were found in the middle of the woods. But as he walked with you, the fears and failures didn’t feel so strong anymore. They had no other option but to forfeit their grasp on you. But some of them got away. That is because in life there will always be a fight that has to be fought. That is why this man gave you the light. That way you know he is always there with and for you. Now you can go through the woods of life and not fear. All you have to do is have faith.”
I was so baffled by what he said, I asked him one more question. This is the question that I needed to know the answer to the most. “Who is the light of the world?” He chuckled as he looked up at the cross. I saw his view being shifted, I followed and saw what he was pointing his eyes to. I knew now that this wasn’t a dream. But that I had just met with the Savior of the world, Jesus. On that cold February night I turned my life around for the better, knowing that I was in the battle of a lifetime. A battle that I didn’t have to fight alone!

Impromtdude @

This is an old post from my last blog, but wanted to share it with my new followers!


Rights for the Gay!

There are nine million Homosexuals and Lesbians in the United States. With each gay I’m sure there are ten billion opinions about how free they should be. I have a two side opinion on their freedom, and what they should be able to do.


There are three reasons I believe gays should be able to go into any community without being judged.


1. They are people, not criminals- When you first see same sex couples holding hands most people will rolls their eyes, telling this couple to not show PDA in public, because they see it as unclean and inappropriate. Though what these people don’t understand, when you say that they aren’t allowed to do such things, you are stating that they are criminals.

2. Being gay doesn’t make them outcast- again, they are still people with the same emotions as Straights. Though they chose to get in a relationship with their same sex, doesn’t mean they are any different. I have a few gay friends, and none of them act any different from my straight friends!

3. Love is made for Everyone!- Everyone deserves to fall in love during their life. If you believe that gays shouldn’t be able to marry, yet believe a prostitute should, you have a corrupted mind-set. Love is an emotional attachment to another human being. If you say gays can’t fall in love then you have just said gays aren’t human, which is scientifically false, making your argument inaccurate and judgmental.

Being a Christian many will ask me if they are going to hell if they are gay; my answer is No, I don’t believe a loving God would throw a creation into hell for loving the same sex, if that’s the case then he would have to throw anyone that’s had sex before marriage into hell or someone who stole a piece of bubble gum.

If Jesus had intention to send those men and women to hell, he would have warned them in the four gospels, yet he never once mentioned it. Now what type of loving God would not warn his creation about the wrong leading to hell if it was so wrong?

There is one big problem I have found and that is;

Same sex marriage in church!- I believe everyone should be able to get married to whoever they want, yet if the pastor doesn’t want to marry you due to his beliefs, I don’t believe someone should get mad. This is the same as Christians not being able to go door to door to hand out invitation cards, it caused a problem of freedom, the freedom of religion or beliefs.

If a pastor doesn’t agree with gay marriage, no one should force it on him, or make him feel less about himself because he doesn’t agree!

Remember in the days to come, everyone is a human being. Meaning the golden rule still applies even to those who you find different, or out of place in the world. Just because you believe differently doesn’t mean you need to speak! Love everyone, and things will begin to change!

Thank you and have a nice day


Originally Written by (Myself) Gregory Blake Jenkins on June 24th 2013

Here is my original!


Impromts Top Ten: Im going to hell!

I spent ten years in one church. That’s more time in one church than most spend in a church their whole lives. I would attend (or attempt to) every Sunday and Wednesday. On top of that, I would attend other church functions such as: Prayer nights, youth rallies, Christian concerts, and anything else that had to do with Jesus.

At the time it was nice, I had a family that I could count on in the church, yet something deep down was missing, something that I needed to survive. I found this school, and decided if I wanted to stay a Christian I had to go!

Let me be brutally honest; I went to college to escape the fact that I was failing as a Christian. I wasn’t feeling anything in the church I was attending anymore; I had gone cold to the feeling of God. Seeing myself dying, I had to make a quick decision. I signed up for World Revival Church School of Ministry. I got accepted, now let me tell you this, I honestly did start feeling God more while College got closer. I almost told them I wasn’t coming because of that fact.

I pushed through the doubt and packed my stuff, which was hard since my best friend stayed with me the night before departure. But I had to do it, Jesus wanted me to anyways, or so I thought. I said goodbye to my father, jumped in my car, and headed west for Kansas City, Missouri.

I could explain why I didn’t last there, but there will be a post in Letters To The Chapel that will explain all the juicy details! It’s actually a good story that you should read when it’s posted. It will give you a different view on life!


I met my fiancé in March after coming back from College. Everything was still fine with church; I was focusing on my career in Youth Ministry. My pastors were including me in the service, which is what I always wanted.  On top of all of that, I was feeling God again! Then the walls fell over.

I got called in the office one Wednesday night by the pastor, which for me was never a good thing. They heard by a birdie that I was staying with my girlfriend (Now fiancé). This was true, but there were good reasons. They wanted me to tell them personal points in our relationship that I wasn’t willing to share. The conversation ended with me resigning from the church, and the pastors asking if they can pray that my girl and I would split up!!!!! I quickly exited that church….

In less than a month after that incident all my friends from church told me they couldn’t be friends, and I decided to continue my life, until a woman from the church stuck her nose in it. I made a status on Facebook saying that everything sends you to hell if you go by what the church says. She commented that I was going to hell due to living with my fiancé…like really? Am I?

Should I have broken up with the love of my life because they felt I was in the wrong? Am I overreacting? And most importantly should I feel bad for not going to church? Or Should I repent in the name of the Holy Lord above, so he won’t strike me dead?

Am I a bad Christian? (more…)