I will never forget the scene; it was left imprinted in my mind to the point that many years later and now 23 from time to time I still think of that scene. How many of us recall the EPIC Hand Print in the back of an Old/New vintage car on the biggest ship known to men at that time? I know I still do. Or how many of us still watch the Disney movies where fairytale relationships are built on a lustful foundation right before our eyes?
The must EPIC Movie of the year was coming out; my entire family prepared to see the movie that for many months had created a buzz and an impact in every American home and Worldwide. PG-13 was the rating of the 1999 movie that would strike the Nations and bring new meaning to the definition of Soft Porn.
I will never forget the scene; it was left imprinted in my mind to the point that many years later and now 23 from time to time I still think of that scene. How many of us recall the EPIC Hand Print in the back of an Old/New vintage car on the biggest ship known to men at that time? I know I still do. Or how many of us still watch the Disney movies where fairytale relationships are built on a lustful foundation right before our eyes?
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MANY MONTHS BACK: I almost let go. I felt like I just couldn’t take it anymore. My problems had me bound, depression wave me down, but God held me close, so I wouldn’t let go, Gods mercy kept me so I wouldn’t let go. I almost gave up, I was right at the edge of the breakthrough but couldn’t see, the devil really had me, but Jesus came and grabbed me and He held me close so I wouldn’t let go. God’s mercy kept so I wouldn’t let go. PRESENT ishh: Last night as I was reading through some scriptures, I actually felt very close to the presence of God, it was so pure in its every description. I felt awesomely complete. I turn my worship music on and in the middle of my praise and worship the unthinkable happen, #TrueStory one of lusifers angels interrupted my worship. It wasn’t disturbing or scary at all, he looked like a normal person dressed in regular casual summer dress, and he knew that I knew who he was, he didn’t say anything, yet I somehow knew what he wanted. He opened the curtains in my room and showed me what I sued to have, the good amount of money I used to make, and the service that came along with it, not gonna lie, it looked very, very beautiful, the type of life style I sued to have was pretty legit, “you can have this and more” he said. I started crying and said, Editor's Note: Today I have the awesome pleasure of having a Incredible blogger, friend and Book Author stop by, Amanda Lima a woman whom I have personally seen God's hand upon. I hope that this would bless you Men the way it has bless me today. -Francisco Nelson Well personally I want a man with a dead end job who can match me shot of tequila for shot of tequila, who skips out on Christian concerts I bought tickets to in order to get high with his friends and especially one who cheats on me when he has the opportunity. Just kidding! How silly is that? Yet I know you Christian men see these “beautiful Christian women” who are with these loser guys, some of them together for years and you wonder, “What does that shmuck have that I don’t?” Chances are, that “beautiful Christian woman” has traded the truth of God for a lie, a lie that says “Not every Christian woman can marry a Christian man, so this one will do.” What do women want from men? What do those shumcks have that you don’t? On the surface it seems as though all some of them have is charisma, a chiseled body and careers that seem fun and exciting. I know, I’ve been there. I believe that the reality is that they possess the illusion of a leader. And that “beautiful Christian girl” should wake up while she can still walk away. Today is Father’s Day, but what man do I call to say “Happy Father’s Day” to? I have never met the man who helped bring me into this earth. Even a few will call their mothers and say “Happy Father’s Day Mom”, because she was the father and the mother in their lives. But whom do I call upon? I was raised in the foster care system, in shelter homes; group homes; in homes where I was not really wanted, and in places where the walls where saturated with darkness. …Oh, I know whom I should call: The State of Florida. Thank you for taking care of me in my fatherless years, Happy Father's Day. You have taught me so much: to manipulate situations; to trust no one;not to depend on anyone but myself; always sleep with my money in my socks; to wear two extra pairs of underwear 'cause we had some weird boys in the group homes. I also learned that if one of the guys got into a fight in an outing, everyone else fought too. But most importantly, that if I wanted to have sex, the shelter van was always open after midnight (take a condom). Thank you for everything; it sure came in handy…NOT! Halleluiah, Glory to God, as I lift my hands high so the girl seating 5 seats down from me can see how awesome I praise the name of Christ. In my head she is saying, “wow, he really loves God, just look at him, he is getting it, his relationship with God must be awesome, hmmm, is he single?” I slightly open my eye to see if she is still watching me …oh snap, yes she is. So I start jumping and singing the lyrics of the song even louder, “OUR GOD IS ABLE, LIFTED UP –HE DEFEATED THE GRAVE, RAISE TO LIFE OUR GOD IS ABLE. IN HIS NAME WE OVERCOME, FOR THE LORD OUR GOD IS ABLE.” How many of us have done this before, Used God as an expensive piece of cloth that that we wear to gain people’s attention, so that we may self-glorify ourselves and take everything away from God, so we may have that one moment of Glory? I know I have many times. Church let’s not be like the Pharisees who did everything in public to gain self-glory in Jesus name. I don’t call myself a blogger, but I am a “Poster”. [Poster: A person who has no life, and updates their Facebook status at a minimum of 24 times in one day]. With that said, when I blog it’s because I have something to say, I don’t write for people to read or comment, but I write to blow of some steam, as my worship music is playing in the background!!! I am a Christian. Yes I am. I have struggles upon struggles, and I sin as much as my heart beats. Some days I am so loving, I want to help, I want learn, I want to read, I want to minister, I want to spread the Gospel and God’s everlasting Love, I want to be in fellowship with my friends, and I want to have a Chocolate Chip cookie with a Frappuccino from Starbucks. …and other days, (Well! let me not get into that just yet) The Art of SCARS One can never truly understand the emotional breakdowns you have gone through in your life. People may sympathize with you, but they will never truly get it. Everyone’s experience is different. I tell my beautiful loving girlfriend Erica Nanton all the time,” your scars are beautiful even the ones I can’t see and that’s what I love about you the must, I am not looking for a perfect woman, because what makes you perfect are all your little imperfections. How can you help someone else in the future if you have no scars for them to connect to?” Genesis 50:20 “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives” No one understands the plight of an abused child navigating the foster care system better than one who walked the journey himself. Francisco Nelson has been there, and today he's an advocate for South Florida's kids in crisis. He ran away from his abusive family at the age of 15, spent time in a shelter, a group home, his grandmother's home, and another group home. When he turned 17, his case worker placed him in a foster home. On his 18th birthday, without anywhere else to go, he moved into a 4KIDS independent living home for young men who age out of foster care. He wasn't a likely candidate for success, by the world's view. But every step of the way, God's hand was upon this young man, shaping him into who he is today. This spring, 22-year-old Francisco Nelson was named to the Board of Directors at ChildNet - the lead agency for child-welfare in Broward County. "I am the only foster kid on any type of foster board in the United States," says Nelson. "They did a lot of research, and they said that if you are going to help a community that is more developed for foster care, then why not have someone who has been through the system and knows what it is like, someone who can bring a different point of view." Hannah Montana and the Best of Both Worlds So by now everyone’s has seen Hannah Montana, the show that over populated Disney Channel with millions of viewers. The overwhelming advertisement for this kid friendly show was unprecedented, so much to the point that every Sunday night at 8pm I was right their ready to watch the new episodes, yes! even myself at the age of 22 still watched a pop sensation girl who lived a double life. But through the first years I only watched it because I and Hannah had something in common, a double life. When I first came to Christ I was so passionate to worship Him, daily I was praying, reading the word, and staying connected to the people who God put in my path to inspire me to continue to move forward in His mission for my life. I quickly saw how God began to bless me, I was only 18 and my life was drastically advancing, everyone saw the great work God was investing in me, I soon was employed by a very Respectable ministry in South Florida and I was full time in school, keeping up good grades and advancing in all I placed my focus on. But not even 8 months into my new life I was already teaming up with the wrong people. I quickly changed, my attitude towards Christ was affected, and everything that God had invested in me was gone in just a month. I sinned today...I need an accountability partner... For so long I lived a life that had no meaning. I dedicated my time to stuff that had no purpose; I lived for the moment and not for the will of God. My life was full of sin and I was easily influence by the people of the night. One night while I was praying to God that I just need encouragement, someone to talk to, someone who I can be open with, someone who can help me over my every challenge and not judge me, someone who can just hear me out, but someone who will still love me and pray with me, and as I was there, at the altar of my heart, with my knees on the ground and my arms wide open, I get a phone call from my friend. I didn’t answer the first time, and the phone continue to ring for the second time and the Holy Spirit said “answer” at the other end my friend said “I was just praying and I don’t know why, God woke me up and had me to stand by, I started going through my contacts and I saw your number, had not spoken to you in months and the Holy Spirit said” “call him”, “so I don’t know why, but I do know that if I didn’t I was going to regret it. So here I am, ready to hear you out, ready with my car keys on my hands and ready to pray with you, may I come over?” |
Francisco Nelson
I don't live a religion, tradition or superstition, but rather a passionate love relationship with Jesus. I'm a simple Guy living a BOLD life for Christ. -Francisco Nelson
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