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Chance comes home

Posted in Blog about Chance Amir Smith on April 26, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

I was blessed to be able to stay in the hospital with my wife from the time she went into labor to when she was discharged.   I will not capture those 57 hour in paragraphs but that wonderful experience will be capture in video and photographs at a later time.  At this time I want to focus on when we came home from the hospital and I had a moment alone with my son Chance.  Besides the background sounds of children laughing and have fun outside in our neighborhood, behind the closed windows and doors of our home there was no noise.  My son and I laid side by side, he was so calm and poised.  I stared at Chance as he slept.  They say take a picture it last longer but the image of this precious moment in my photographic memory will last forever.    Surely it was an O.M.G moment when Chance slowly opened his beedie eyes and smiled. In the hospital my wife’s friend Jennyifer had asked did I cry when Chance was born?  I replied no but in my o.m.g moment I cried tears of joy.  As I gazed into Chances eyes in complete admiration, I thought how long I had hoped and prayed for God to bless me with a child.  Hope deferred makes the heart sick but a longing fulfilled is like  cold water in a hot and dry dessert.  My longing fulfilled,… my dream was realized.

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God you are glorified!!

My son was right before my eyes, side by side looking into each others eyes.  I was mesmerized and falling deep in love with my child.  I sensed a greater love for God.  I also sensed and beheld another level of respect and love for my wife.  My God you are glorified right now and forever.  I love you in all your ways.  My God I am in awe how you have divinely design such a strong, magnificent bond between yourself, man, woman and child.

–       R.A.S


A vision of myself in God

Posted in Moment in time on March 29, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

I had a vision of myself in God.  God said and I said what He said like a son repeating after his father.  God said, ”  I put everything together that you would need in this life before you knew me, even before you knew who you thought you were.”  ”  You will not come to know me and even who you truly are in me because your time, effort, energy, and attention is consumed by what you find valuable in your own life.  Will you surrender your own life for my sake so that you may truly have life and not merely only survive?  I am the way, the truth, and the life.  No man comes to the Holy Father except through me.  I was able to relate to my Lord and heavenly Father as I saw His truth in me .  I said Lord and Heavenly Father I have surrendered my own life in the world for your name sake .   As a result I have come to know you and who I am in you.  Father you have giving me life more abundantly.  Following in your footsteps Lord  I have put things together that show your sons and daughters your way before they know who I am and even who they truly are in us.  I have seen and know Father that their time, effort, energy and attention have been consumed by what they find valuable in their own lives.  I know Father as I am patient, obedient, and diligent in doing your work you are manifesting yourself more and more to me therefore super naturally I know I will manifest and be seen by the world. Thy will be done.  Your Kingdom come on earth as it is in Heaven.


– R.A.S

Blog about Chance Amir Smith

Posted in Blog about Chance Amir Smith on March 29, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

Today is march 27th, 2011.  My wife Michaelle Smith is 37 weeks pregnant with my first son Chance Amir Smith.  We are expecting Chance Amir Smith to be born on April 17th, 2011.  I have decided to blog about my experience with my first child.  I will begin with the meaning and reason of his name.  Chance is opportunity.  Chance is possibility.  Chance in essence is faith.  Amir means proclaimed and powerful.  Smith is simply an excellent breed passed on from my ambitious grandfather.   The reason I named him chance is because on March of the year 2000 in my son’s name Chance whom I looked forward in faith of having as my child in the future.  I took a chance in other words a step of faith to follow Jesus Christ.  In my 11 years of walking in faith I’ve sought God’s kingdom and righteousness in other words, His word, thoughts and way.  Now I am established on God’s word.  Michaelle and I are building our investors club and financial movement on the foundation of God’s word to become financially established.  Therefore when Chance is born, as he grows older, he will be taught the way of God’s kingdom and righteousness.  Surely he will not have to be socially influenced or force to choose the way of the world or the American system which is to 1st seek after money, education, houses, cars, and material possessions.


Posted in Moment in time on March 19, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

Paula White said, ” God has gone ahead of us and made the way.” ” He has given us provision for everything we need in this life.”  I thank the Lord that I can bear witness to this truth by being an example.  I’ve seen ahead and know provision were made, and the way has already been paved.  I blog to God day by day but I got drafts already saved, that are showing His way.  No worries God forbid I was to die today,  find the drafts and continue to read the documentary of Roget so you can clearly see the Lord’s provision and way.   – R.A.S



Blog to God: Documentary of Roger Alec Smith ” Bronx New York”

Posted in Blog to God on March 18, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

Bronx, New York is the place where hip hop was born.   B.X. was also the place where my mother and I resided in 1978. My mother found work as a live in care taker. She took care of Rita’s elderly mother. My mother being a care taker and living in really worked out well because it put a roof over our heads and  I could stay by my mothers side day in day out.  Priceless.. What a way to make up for lost time we had spent apart when she had left me in Jamaica to come to America. My mother and I had a lot of bonding to do and we did.

I recall my mother dressing me up in a blue and white sailor out fit with a red bow tie. Watch out B.X here we come.  We would explore the city by bus or we would take the subway.   I recall going to the super market and ladies would say  how adorable I was, pinch and kiss me on my cheeks. It was wonderful being a four year old. It was good times at least for a moment. I found out how everything could change in a New York minute.

The time had come for me to start kindergarten. What had happen? Had I taken a bite of the big apple?  Why did I have to leave my mother presences to be amongst all these screaming and crying children like myself?  It was a unforgettable moment in my short life. In a New York minute June 2 1979 my mother gave birth to my sister Cheryl. My mothers new bundle of joy… Joy to the world. Things were good for a while. I had my new baby sister and I had gotten use to kindergarten.  It seem like the good times were short and hard times were so long.  In new york minute I don’t know what happen but it was happening so fast and my five year old mind was racing with questions.  Did my mother have more responsibility and little or no dough?  Did my mother’s employer show her the door?  Was the heart of America beating fast?  Was this the pace of New York city or my mother in a rush dragging us from place to place  like Will smith and his son Jaden Smith in the movie pursuit of happiness.  I could see mothers frustrations.  This was no Kindergarten stuff.  It was live.  I was learning real life lessons.  I was beginning to grasp a sense of drive and determination at the age of five.   I take a heavy sigh and kiss that  memory good-bye.

The hard times we faced did past in time and we had settled down.  Going into the eighties I remember most of my mother’s sister and brother had also come to America.  My grandmother Hazel Smith and about seven out of her nine children, including my sister and I all live together in a home on Tilden street.  Then by 1983  the Smith bunch had parted.  My Uncle Oliver had moved in with my grandfather in his home off of Broadway in Manhattan.  My Aunt Nannette, Aunt Carol, Uncle Wayne, Uncle Michael, my mother and sister had moved in home located on Magenta avenue.  My grandmother, Uncle Junior and I had moved in with My great grandmother and great grand father, Uncle Wyatt and his wife Gloria O’meally in their home located on Burke Avenue  in  Bronx, New York.


– R.A.S

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Blog to God Documentary of Roger Alec Smith: Coming to America

Posted in Blog to God on March 15, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

It seems to me, that my mother was a hustler.  I don’t want any of you’s out there to get it confused about my mom.  So in other words my mother was an ambitious, determined, strong  Jamaican black woman who stayed on her grind.  Because we had made it to America in seemingly no time.

It wasn’t just anywhere in America but what is considered the heart of America.  The Big Apple.  The apple of our eyes.  And you say….  New York City!  The city that never sleeps.  How can we with all the people, the noise,  the excitement and the beautiful lights that light up the night!  The place where Frank Sanatra sang start spreading the news.  New York! New York! You all want to be apart of it!  And all my new yorkers say I love New York!   This is not another Bronx tale but I got to represent B.X. every day, all day because this is where my mother and I dwelled in 1977 or 78.  – R.A.S

Blog to God Documentary of Roger Alec Smith: Born into the struggle

Posted in Blog to God on March 14, 2011 by followtheholyspirit

How I came into being or my birth isn’t a delightful story. It wasn’t a bed of roses. Who feels it knows it.  I was to young to know, so I’m only telling this part of my life as I was told. I didn’t have the comfort of being born in a hospital. I was born in my great grandfather Mosley’s home. My umbilical cord was cut by my grand mother Hazel Smith. God bless her heart.

As the story unfolds It’s seems like I was born into the struggle At about the tender young age of one year old, my mother went to America to get her papers for residency, so that some day we could live in America. When my Mother went to America I was left back in Jamaica with her younger siblings but mainly in the care of an elderly lady she had known. Although my arm seem to be twisted so speak, not to speak. That sounds a bit twisted. I trust that you’ll untwist it and see what I’m saying. I must tell you cause my life has been bought with a price so my life is not my own. Nevertheless, On good days I drank sugar water and ate turn corn meal.  By no stretch of your imagination I wasn’t too far away from starving. The condition I was in if words could describe, was I had white scwal around my mouth.  I was Marga in other words extremely skinny to the point of my ribs showing. I had a bloated stomach and  flat feet.  In your mind you may see the imagery of a starving Ethiopian child.  My condition wasn’t so severe however I think I suffered from malnutrition.

When my mother returned to Jamaica and saw me in this poor unhealthy condition, she couldn’t believe I was her son. She cried and immediately took me into her arms. Filled with so much compassion she washed me from my head down to my feet. She rubbed my skin down with vaseline, & clothed me. I could only imagine I was looking so fresh and so clean clean.  Shining like the sun.  Glory be unto God!  My mother thinks by me telling this story that the elderly woman in which I was left in the care of is probably rolling over in her grave. I want my nanny to rest in peace so I thank her, my mother’s siblings, and the village it took to raise me. Looking back in hindsight with what I know now, I understand people do what they can to the best of their knowledge with what they have in hard times. All things work out for the good of those who love him according to His purpose. God’s grace is taking us through our struggles, pain and sufferings. By the way I especially thank you Mama.    – R.A.S