Remember Montell Jordan?
He was an R&B guy from the 90s who blew up with the song “This Is How We Do It.” (You should follow him on Twitter @MontellJordan)
Well, a few months ago, I got to grab coffee with him. He works at a church now and is up to some amazing things. I asked him what it was like to walk away from his R&B career. He kind of laughed and read me a letter.
It’s the letter he wrote one Sunday morning sitting in a church pew after God had wrecked him. After crying on the floor, he picked himself up, and typed this into the phone. It’s a powerful letter, and he was kind enough to let me share it with you guys. I’ll let Montell share the story of his redemption in his own words. I hope it’s as encouraging to you as it is to me.
The New Montell – By Montell Jordan
I laid at the alter on tonight, Wed, Aug 25th 2010.
I left my tears, a multitude of them, at the feet of Jesus.
I am uncertain of what is to come, what life will look like following this submission, or how to even move forth after this act of faith… But it has been crucified. Following the message of Christ’s crucifixion that I have heard so many times before, tonight was different.
I have completely decided to entrust God fully with my life, direction, career, or not, provision, ministry, and everything else.
I have conceded that I am weak and incapable of doing his will. He will have to use me. I cannot do this on my own. Without him I will fail. Now
is the time that if “I can do all things thru Christ Jesus who strengthens me” is real, I charge Him to prove it.
I am certain I will look like a failure to some, a has-been to many, and a hypocrite to most; I only hope to look like my Savior to ONE.
I can’t go back, and there’s no purpose in going on if He isn’t going to do it. My flesh man is terrified of the unknown, yet my Spirit man is not
afraid and optimistic all at the same time. At 41 years old, the second half of my life begins tonight. I will write, and tell the story. I will document what God does.
As I type into my phone, now sitting in the second chair, center isle to the right, four rows back, I have limited words. It is difficult to look
into the faces of those around me tonight because I don’t feel the same… Not like my “normal”or “usual” self.
Believe me when I say the cliche’ “what happens next, only God knows!” Yet, this is my reality.
Without even speaking to my wife (who I have caught occasional glimpses of sprawled on the church floor while picking myself up), I am certain
are on one accord in regard to the drastic turn of events that are about to occur. Once again, there’s no need to even begin this journey if God is not gonna get the glory from this. My
son Skyler, 6, is holding me now. He can feel something is different, but I’m certain he doesn’t know what it is… Cause I don’t know either.
God, here I am. I’m not sure exactly where that is, but as long as you’re with me, here am I.