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During an era of P-Funk and soul music, Sinclair blasted Andraé Crouch in his room instead of the Funkadelic. My mother would yell for him to “Turn down that Jesus music!” I jokingly asked her, “Mom, what’s wrong with playing God’s music loud?” She laughed, unable to give me a good reason.
And then the whole bus clapped and gave me five dollars
Yah’s strength and guidance saturated everything Sinclair did. He oozed faith and made an indelible mark on me as his relationship continued to flourish and grow in the shadow of the Almighty. The best way to describe it was supernatural. Putting it simply, my brother had a hotline to heaven. When he dropped a contact lens on the bathroom floor, instead of crawling on hands and knees, anxious to find it, he just closed his eyes, prayed for a minute, then looked down and it would be there. Nothing was his battle. Any struggle, no matter the size, belonged to his Friend. Sinclair knew the power
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Alright no way I'm gonna make it through this book (nor will Sinclair, I expect, given what is sure to be a massive eye infection)
Satan was heaven’s number one musician until his love of self, his own beauty, and his desire to be “the man” took him down.
[citation needed]
Prayer is a mighty thing, especially when it’s your future mother-in-law doing the praying!
How is this more signifcant than your future accountant's cousin's dog groomer's uncle? Is there a tier list somewhere
Gone from my music were the lyrics that promoted violence, drugs, sex, and murder. Everything I attached my name to moving forward had to glorify the Most High. And though I would no longer produce music for secular artists, our personal relationships endured. My nonconformity to the world had made an impression—one they respected.
Lmao why did i buy this book
Nicole’s mouth dropped. She was completely embarrassed as I escorted that busta out as if I was security. A guitar and a little chest hair and some men think they can take over the world.
Cry like a man but also be really toxic I guess
In 1999 my wife and I—though unified in love—were divided in our home. I had managed to become self-righteous about it all.
Wow after reading this preach-fest up to now let me tell you what a shock this is
Two working together to truly become one.
Did this toxic jackass really just try to pull a "I'm glad my wife had four miscarriages because now she goes to MY church and not her family's"?
Nicole and I were still struggling. Though we were now attending the same church, we viewed Scripture through different-colored lenses. At times, I felt disrespected by her denial to see things my way. She also refused to submit to my spiritual leadership.
I am consistently amazed by how much more I hate this guy on every page
Then I met a woman. I did not have an affair.
For fucks' sake
Strange to think I didn’t see Satan’s trap as it was unfolding. I wasn’t even physically attracted to her; she was just a compassionate ear that listened, the way Delilah listened to Samson.
They 100% had an affair
As I mentioned, many men, even some of my friends, don’t consider a platonic relationship with a woman to be a problem. But I believe having a relationship with anyone of the opposite sex without your spouse’s permission is wrong, and it can create an opportunity for the Devil to enter your marriage and cause all kinds of confusion and strife.
This toxic notherfucker
That first Christmas without my family was devastating.
So this completely innocent man just moved out of his house and away from his family because he spoke to a woman once without his wife's permission?
Absolutely not
“Jason, there will always be problems, but this is your wife. Reach over and take her hand.” Man, talk about a war within! The Spirit was like, “Do it!” But my flesh/soul was like, “No, she’ll reject you. Don’t do it!”
Editor has completely given up, I guess
The Yunion had the attention of everyone in Christian hip-hop,
Both of them!
and our website was a popular destination for mature young Christians seeking culturally relevant articles, devotions, and forum discussions.
This is a very sad sentence
In the winter of 2004 I attended a kenpo exhibition. I was leery at first because the kenpo I had seen was robotic and not practical for surviving in the streets of Detroit.
Yeah because studying ninjitsu like a weeb kept you from getting your ass beat (checks notes) negative two times
To this day, I have never seen that kind of intensity practiced in the arts. He and his instructors presented attacks with real knives, choke defenses, gun takeaways—every scenario you would face in the street.
I think there's a typo; they clearly meant stupidity but wrote intensity
I was reacting with the same aggression that spurred me to hold back with those in the world who upset me, then turn around and unleash on Nicole or Alexis at the slightest offense. The epiphany was the first of many before my training under Chief was over.
What a casual way to introduce "I abuse my family"
“Jason, you’re three times my size, but you’re not imposing your will on me. You think your size is your problem, but in this situation, it should be my problem. If the Creator made you dominant, then you should dominate for Him. Anything less is disobedience. You don’t have to try to be humble. You either are or you’re not.”
Holy shit what is this psycho author saying?
Nicole’s pregnancy in 1995 with our daughter, Alexis, wasn’t without its share of close calls. And after so many miscarriages, the doctors told us it would be too dangerous for us to have any more children. In 2002, during her fifth pregnancy and miscarriage, the doctors gave her medication that ultimately caused her uterus to rupture. Within twenty-four hours, she was back in the hospital for emergency surgery with another long recovery ahead.
So for seven fucking years you've been getting this poor woman pregnant because you wanted a son and you want us to feel anything but contempt for you?
After the last miscarriage and hysterectomy of the dual (unhealthy) uterus, Nicole returned to school and got her MBA in health care management with plans to start her own health center. She graduated in 2004. What can I say … I married a winner!
It is a goddamn shame she cannot say the same
By my second visit to the school, I had fallen in love with UPA. Along with mentoring and security, I also maintained the school facility with the skills that came so naturally to me in construction.
Man is too proud to say custodian
Looking back, I can see plainly that my knowledge in building was needed far more in the construction of young men of valor than of houses made of wood. Any one of those boys could be His future temple, His fortress, His home to inhabit. And I was assisting the Chief Carpenter.
Barf
Because of my ability to calm down boys, even those from outside the school who made a special trip to attack a student would often return just to talk to me about life. When you’re confronted with Christlike compassion, it’s very hard to resist.
Did this conceited prick compare himself to Jesus
But who thinks about leaving—until your ticket has been punched?
Hello? Editor? Anyone?
My father was now bedridden from the devastating effects of Parkinson’s.
STILL bedridden. He was bedridden 10 chapters ago... Did anyone read this???
my dad lay confined to a bed of regret, replaying his life one victory and one defeat at a time. “Dad, is there anything you want me to do, any promise I can make?” The question came after hearing a sermon about fulfilling a promise to your parent before he or she dies. Whether your parents did you right or did you wrong, you’re still in control of how you respond.
Has this man had a single thought not prompted by something a preacher was thinking?
“Dad, thank you for being a great father.”
I think that "lying to your father on their deathbed" is probably a sin
Standing in a hot shower after we got back to Detroit, I heard the Holy Spirit say, “You do understand that after you, there are no more.” Would the father-son lineage be broken with me? After I dried off, I walked into our family room where Nicole was sitting and asked, “Do you pray for us to have another baby, specifically a boy?” She replied, “Yes, I always wanted to give you a son.” I told Nicole I didn’t want to lose her but Yah had prompted me to pray for a son.
BARF BARF BARF THIS PERSON BELONGS IN HELL
Encouragement, guidance, and love would be the cornerstones that would enable my son to grow and thrive.
Who Cares about your ten-year-old daughter
We named him Jason Jr.
Of course you did you solipsistic wanker
Kathy suggested that I send Mama to a geropsychiatric doctor, but I hesitated. This meant she would have to spend a week in the hospital psych unit—the same type of place I imagined Hannibal Lecter called home.
Wow your own biases affecting the care you allow others to access? No way.
This title is wasted on this book
My relationship with Nicole had already survived one close call when a joking voice mail left by a friend almost waylaid our marriage.
Yes, that extremely plausible time one voicemail AND NOTHING ELSE made your wife kick you out eyeroll.jpeg
Unexpectedly, she cried, “Lord Jesus, come into my heart.” “Mom, you never asked Him before?” I asked. With my family’s background in the church, it was hard to believe. “Yes,” she said, “but I don’t think He did because I didn’t really believe.” Like many professing Christians, Mama knew church culture but not Christ. She continued, “I believe with all my heart that Christ died for me and rose from the grave.” The words were like music to me—the loveliest song I had ever heard her sing.
This person should write instructions for ipecac because the number of times this guy has made me want to puke
Toward the end of my mother’s life,
We have been hearing about this for like six chapters now
