Several have asked about where I've been and how we are getting along lately, so after a few months of Missing In Action I've decided to put forth my full effort into this blog and revamping our ministry website which should be available later this week sometime.
As many of you already know things have been difficult this year for me and my family and many of these issues will be presented here on the blog as I believe that our trials will be of help to you as well. There are so many people just trying to get through life right now with the economy being down and jobs being scarce. I too have experienced these issues and wish to share and assist others in coping with the stress and decisions that can arise from this.
For now I just wanted to sign on and give an update of status and will blog more later this evening. Thank you for all of your prayers and encouragement through these times.
May God Truly Bless You All,
Ben
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Power of One!
First of all Thank You for taking a moment to stop by a read The M.I.N.E. Field where our goal is to help you find the Power of One that resides inside of you. Secondly I would like to thank all of you especially my Team that have helped me through this journey of life and for the contributions that have led to the inception and launch of this Men's Ministry.
This all began with a simple idea of targeting the Men within my Church, but that has since grown into much, much more. I feel that God has finally shown me the path in which I will travel at least for this season of my life. I view this as an extension of an event entitled Flex that we have at my home Church which addresses the issues that men are constantly confronted with. I feel that it is now time not only for the Men of the church but all Men to claim their rightful position as the leaders that God made us to be.
I started down this road several years back and got side tracked "doing life" and on my terms, but what I have come to realize is that I was just "doing life" my way and not God's way. Along this path I have incurred many bumps, experiences, pain, and scars that I now want to use as an example and testimony to assist others in their journey through life.
My purpose is to help those who want to be helped in finding their destiny and purpose without having to endure some of the same mistakes that I have made. Through this blog and my website http://www.thepowerofoneministries.com/ I will share many challenges, experiences and stories that I hope will help you to become a conqueror, over comer and victorious in Jesus Christ.
Mentoring, Investing, Nurturing and Empowering one another through the Field of life we can help change the current mentality that exist in men today. I challenge EACH and EVERY one of you to take a step back, breathe and join me in becoming the Man that God has created you to be.
We often sit back, gossip, watch and criticize various issues all while saying "what can I do, what power do I have and just how much can 1 person do"? Think about: Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Bill Gates, Billy Graham, Christopher Columbus, David (vs. Goliath), George Washington, Henry Ford, Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, Moses, Mother Theresa, The Apostle Paul, and Thomas Edison, shall I continue?
Where is the Power of One within you?
This all began with a simple idea of targeting the Men within my Church, but that has since grown into much, much more. I feel that God has finally shown me the path in which I will travel at least for this season of my life. I view this as an extension of an event entitled Flex that we have at my home Church which addresses the issues that men are constantly confronted with. I feel that it is now time not only for the Men of the church but all Men to claim their rightful position as the leaders that God made us to be.
I started down this road several years back and got side tracked "doing life" and on my terms, but what I have come to realize is that I was just "doing life" my way and not God's way. Along this path I have incurred many bumps, experiences, pain, and scars that I now want to use as an example and testimony to assist others in their journey through life.
My purpose is to help those who want to be helped in finding their destiny and purpose without having to endure some of the same mistakes that I have made. Through this blog and my website http://www.thepowerofoneministries.com/ I will share many challenges, experiences and stories that I hope will help you to become a conqueror, over comer and victorious in Jesus Christ.
Mentoring, Investing, Nurturing and Empowering one another through the Field of life we can help change the current mentality that exist in men today. I challenge EACH and EVERY one of you to take a step back, breathe and join me in becoming the Man that God has created you to be.
We often sit back, gossip, watch and criticize various issues all while saying "what can I do, what power do I have and just how much can 1 person do"? Think about: Abraham Lincoln, Albert Einstein, Bill Gates, Billy Graham, Christopher Columbus, David (vs. Goliath), George Washington, Henry Ford, Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King, Moses, Mother Theresa, The Apostle Paul, and Thomas Edison, shall I continue?
Where is the Power of One within you?
My sister's point of view
Friday, June 5, 2009
my brother, the junkie
I idolize my brother. Born almost ten years before me, he put my parents through everything; he exposed them to tricks, made up grandiose tales, and otherwise ruined any chance I had for ever pulling a fast one over on them. With an IQ of a genius, Brother, that's how I call him, follows in the footsteps of our father when it comes to cognitive capabilities.
I've heard stories of his taking apart radios, televisions, bicycles, motorcycles, and any assortment of other mechanical or electrical devices as a youngster, reassembling them without so much as flinching. By high school, he'd had and either torn apart or disassembled and reconfigured half a dozen vehicles. And he always had the bad ones. If they weren't bad when my father bought them, they certainly were by the time Brother was finished with them. In the 80's, in beach city Florida, having a Camaro or Mustang or Chevy truck lowered two-inches from the ground was about as bad as one could get. The lucky little sister, I was routinely dumped out at the front door of my grade school in a modified vehicle having, how do you say, unique add-ons such as suicide doors or Delorian-style doors. Painted black or blue with sparkly glitter (although he'd call it by the official name, of which glitter is most certainly not a part), or bright yellow, his vehicles were known throughout the neighborhood...just as well as his lead foot.
You see, Brother is what they call, a junkie. He's a speed demon, an adrenaline seeker, a fiend for a rush. My first ride on the back of a motorcycle was with Brother, of course. There was no one else I trusted at age 15 to put me on the back of a Ducati. In fact, I don't think I even trusted him once we topped 100mph. Sport bikes, jet skis, speedboats, race cars, airplanes, if it had speed, he had one, bought one, "found" one, borrowed one, ran one, or otherwise somehow made his way in or on one. Often. He's biked with top speed through mountain ranges and boated over treacherous waters for no reason other than to feel the blood pump through his veins. He's parachuted over a hundred times. He's raced sports cars, stock cars, funny cars and hot rods in two dozen countries. He's traveled the world in search of the best high. We are not so different, my brother and I.
Since the death of our father, he and I have found it necessary to build a relationship. The age difference, the miles between, the different life paths, and the both of us less caring about familial relations than others we know, are reasons that have, heretofore, left us simply passing messages through our mother.
Brother had a heart attack two years ago. He called me at work from the hospital and I immediately began to sob. Right there, at my desk. Not long ago he called me. In a bad way. He was tired, afraid, unsure, and with his back against a wall. He called me. For this. He reached out to his little sister in his time of need. I've been there before and simply suggested that he get back on the proverbial sport bike. And he did. We are not so different, my brother and I. Yet another reason, my brother is, has been, and will always be, my Number One.
He recently turned 41. I wanted to go parachuting for his birthday. My first time. Maybe next year.
my brother, the junkie
I idolize my brother. Born almost ten years before me, he put my parents through everything; he exposed them to tricks, made up grandiose tales, and otherwise ruined any chance I had for ever pulling a fast one over on them. With an IQ of a genius, Brother, that's how I call him, follows in the footsteps of our father when it comes to cognitive capabilities.
I've heard stories of his taking apart radios, televisions, bicycles, motorcycles, and any assortment of other mechanical or electrical devices as a youngster, reassembling them without so much as flinching. By high school, he'd had and either torn apart or disassembled and reconfigured half a dozen vehicles. And he always had the bad ones. If they weren't bad when my father bought them, they certainly were by the time Brother was finished with them. In the 80's, in beach city Florida, having a Camaro or Mustang or Chevy truck lowered two-inches from the ground was about as bad as one could get. The lucky little sister, I was routinely dumped out at the front door of my grade school in a modified vehicle having, how do you say, unique add-ons such as suicide doors or Delorian-style doors. Painted black or blue with sparkly glitter (although he'd call it by the official name, of which glitter is most certainly not a part), or bright yellow, his vehicles were known throughout the neighborhood...just as well as his lead foot.
You see, Brother is what they call, a junkie. He's a speed demon, an adrenaline seeker, a fiend for a rush. My first ride on the back of a motorcycle was with Brother, of course. There was no one else I trusted at age 15 to put me on the back of a Ducati. In fact, I don't think I even trusted him once we topped 100mph. Sport bikes, jet skis, speedboats, race cars, airplanes, if it had speed, he had one, bought one, "found" one, borrowed one, ran one, or otherwise somehow made his way in or on one. Often. He's biked with top speed through mountain ranges and boated over treacherous waters for no reason other than to feel the blood pump through his veins. He's parachuted over a hundred times. He's raced sports cars, stock cars, funny cars and hot rods in two dozen countries. He's traveled the world in search of the best high. We are not so different, my brother and I.
Since the death of our father, he and I have found it necessary to build a relationship. The age difference, the miles between, the different life paths, and the both of us less caring about familial relations than others we know, are reasons that have, heretofore, left us simply passing messages through our mother.
Brother had a heart attack two years ago. He called me at work from the hospital and I immediately began to sob. Right there, at my desk. Not long ago he called me. In a bad way. He was tired, afraid, unsure, and with his back against a wall. He called me. For this. He reached out to his little sister in his time of need. I've been there before and simply suggested that he get back on the proverbial sport bike. And he did. We are not so different, my brother and I. Yet another reason, my brother is, has been, and will always be, my Number One.
He recently turned 41. I wanted to go parachuting for his birthday. My first time. Maybe next year.
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