A Dead Man Can't Love U

About the Book

As Shardaé sat quietly looking into his lifeless heart he takes his last breath. With tears running down her face she started to scream, no! Somebody do something! I can’t lose him; he’s all I have left! Resuscitate him! Please somebody help me! This can’t be happening to us; we vowed to love each other forever! How could this be happening? Other people’s relationships end not ours; other men are unfaithful not him; other men continuously beat their women, not him. Not him, not us and not now! This is the man I was supposed to marry. What am I going to do with my wedding dress and the invitations? How do I explain the sudden death of the relationship to my friends and family? Somebody, tell me how am I suppose to live without him after I’ve been in love with him for so long.

About the Author

October 1991, while preparing to leave for a three-day women’s conference I began interceding that God would bestow his blessing upon us. As I began to pray a tongue came forth out of my spirit that I had never heard before. Besides, it was the first time that I had ever spoken in tongues where words were actually formed. All the other times my spiritual language sounded like a baby making noises. But this time they were syllables forming words of another language that I had never heard or learned much less to speak out of my mouth. As I continued to pray in the spirit the tongues seemed to take control over my tongue. Then the experience that would change my life forever happened. I found myself in somewhat of a trance. It was as if someone had turned on a television in my mind. I heard a voice say “this is you!” And when I looked, behold I saw a hand that held a vase that was filled with cracks, yet it was not broken. As I looked upon the vase I could feel the afflictions of my brokenness, the shame of my past, a sense of emptiness, and the pains of rejection. As I began to weep I heard the voice again say “this is you, but I am going to set you in a museum for the whole world to see!” When I looked again, behold I saw a museum filled with pictures and sculptures of fine art. In the corner stood a tall un-occupied stool and as the hand holding the cracked vase moved toward the stool, behold, I saw a transformation of the vase. It began to radiate light and all of a sudden the cracks disappeared and it shined of sparkling gold. I saw the hand take that vase and gently place it on the stool. As the hand moved away from it again I heard the voice say “this is you, I am going to put you in a museum for the whole world to see!” I remember just sitting in awe. When I came to myself I called a friend to share my experience. She said, “Connie God has chosen you for a great work. Now trust him to let you know what that is in his time. God would often minister to me by giving me a new song or by taking me for a walk in His word, as He revealed “revelation-knowledge” unto me. I found myself becoming so engulfed with this new found relationship that I never seemed to get enough of his presence. I’d often say to God” why are you giving me all these sermons and I have nowhere to preach them?” Not realizing that God was preparing me for pulpit ministry. So my journey began as God with his own skillful hand anointed me and called me to preach His gospel. I preached my first public sermon entitled “Are You Insured-The Story of Job” in 1992. I became an ordained minister in October 1998. In 2006 I graduated from Chesapeake Bible College with a Diploma of Ministry. Over the years, God has blessed me to minister in over 30 churches of various denominations and women’s conferences. Although I sat under the teaching of many anointed vessels of God, I believe my greatest revelations of the Word of God came from sitting under the teaching of the Holy Spirit at my kitchen table. I thank God for choosing, imparting, and illuminating His word in me. I didn’t ask to be a preacher, God purposed my life this way; it seems no matter how hard I’ve tried to escape this call, I can’t. Therefore, I conclude that I am a prisoner of the Gospel of Jesus Christ; this is God’s purpose for my life. My favorite sayings come from Apostle David Lewis & Pastor Leroy Parker, “All I know is all I’ve learned and all I’ve learned is not all I need to know. You fill yourself up with the word and allow the Holy Spirit to pour it out of you and it will always be in season.” My scripture of destiny is Luke 4:18 “the spirit of the Lord is upon me because he has anointed me to preach the Gospel to the poor.” If you’re looking for a perfect preacher, one that has walked upright before God from the time she said, “I do” I am not her. For through the falling and getting back up; repenting and wiping the mud off my face, swallowing my pride, and eating my own words I strive to love and to serve God with all my heart. Thus, with all my faults and shortcomings I stand transparent before God and man. Trusting God to pour into me His wisdom that I may pour out to his people a word in due season. I believe that with the prayers of my co-laborers in the “Body of Christ” I will in God’s time fulfill my destiny, for it is my desire to do the will of my Father which is in heaven.