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"No!  And I shouldn't have to keep telling you that you can't have company in the house when I'm not home.  Besides, you never want to spend any time with your brother ~ why don't you teach him how to play that new video game of yours.  I'll be home by 11:00.  Cynthia is sick and Sam needs me to close up shop.  Don't forget to feed your brother, dinner is on the stove.  No company and no going outside; I love you."  That was Friday.  Little did this hardworking mother know; but her son had been having a tough time fitting in at school.  He wasn't smart enough to fit in with the geeks; and seemed too out of place with those that Mrs. Kellibrew (the next door neighbor) deemed delinquents.  As he struggled to find himself, he began reaching out to anyone who would acknowledge his presence.  Many of the guys he began to hang with were opportunists ~ only wanting to be with him because he wasn't wise enough to know he was the weakest link; their patsy.  Kenny was about to learn the hard lesson of what it costs to fit in.

Kenny washed Joshua's face and hands and put him in bed.  He didn't expect to be out too late and knew that Joshua would be fast asleep in no time flat.  He grabbed his jacket and caught up with the fellas as they were turning the corner toward the hang out spot.  Then it happened.  Shots rang out!  There was blood everywhere.  Kenny felt as if he was looking at a movie, seeing the fellas run like roaches when the light comes on.  He knew his mother wasn't going to be happy about this!  He started to run back to the apartment as the sound of sirens blared; but he couldn't move.  Kenny looked down at his legs and to his horror saw the blood spewing from what looked like a hole the size of a doorknob in his chest.  His last thought, "man I should have listened to mama."

Drugs...Gangs...Murder.  The violence that our young men face on a daily basis is frightening; a constant threat that's rapidly growing out of control.  There seems to be no effective method to stop the violence.  The school system have failed.  The communities have turned their heads and closed their doors.  The boys and girls clubs aren't equipped to deal with the special problems that come with dealing with today's young people.  Is it too much to hope for that our boys turn into men..?

My Son's Closet is a ministry that ministers to the total being.  A place where hope is alive and strong; and it begins with you.  That's right, you.  Ministry isn't just something you do, but rather who you are.  Each of us have the capacity to love, heal, encourage, train, motivate, trust, and believe in those Jesus Christ bring our way. 

Birthed from my own tragic ordeal of burying a son; cut down in the prime of his life by being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  David's fateful night was unlike Kenny's, as David was coming home from work; but tragic none the less.  Lives were forever changed on that fateful night; I lost a son...sisters lost a brother, a wife lost a husband and two little girls lost their daddy.  But God is able...Not only to heal the wounded; but to bring about total restoration!

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