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8 BOCNEWS.comMARCH 2016 All The Way or Not At All Afew months ago I wrote a response to the attacks on the Black Churches in America. These attacks came from not only the secular world but so-called preachers in the liberal church. Shortly after the release of this response in the Body of Christ News a lot of people had a question Who is this Minister Isaac C. McCoy Well you are about to find out. Before I continue let me say what you are about to read is a real life story and not just that but a testimony of Gods saving grace and transforming power. I come against any judg- mental spirit that the devil may try to use on the natural mind of the people of God. I was born March 17 1990 the youngest of four boys to the honor- able Apostle Dr. Elmore McCoy and Elect First Lady Wendy L. McCoy. A lot of people may remember my parents from when they pastured Word and Faith Deliverance Ministry years ago on the corner of 23rd and Washington. Growing up the child of preachers and teachers was fun yet challenging at times. Church was fun and enjoy- able but I always felt that being shel- tered in church kept me from experi- encing life so as I grew I decided that I was going to find my way in life. I can say now that in finding my way in life I am surely glad that I had some praying parents that would not give up on me. At the age of ten I fell in love with the street life. For me it was not about money cars or any of the things that most people turned to the streets for. My family was not rich but my parents worked hard to make sure my broth- ers and I had what we needed. What happened in my life was I did not feel accepted by the church I felt rejected by the church. Even though I had involved myself in all types of ministry I could always find myself being judged for any and every mistake I made. On the other hand I always found myself accepted and valued by the older gangsters in the streets. It got to the point that I stopped caring about anything that had to do with God and His church. The devil had me so wrapped up I stopped caring for my natural family because the church taught they came from God. The bot- tom line is that the streets became my god and thats where I found my desires and my needs were met at least I thought. I remember on winter my dad told me boy you love these streets more than you love God your family and yourself. From that point on I created a new identity for myself. I started smoking drinking and using drugs which I believe kept me stuck in a false reality. I found out that after being put on the streets and becoming a gangster involved more than partying having sex and hanging with the homies. I had to put in work started off fighting and gradually lead to doing more and more to prove myself as the gangster I proclaimed myself to be and whatever I did I had to be the best at it. After awhile I became heartless and had no regards for my fellow man. Shortly after my early stages and gaining reputation of someone down for whatever I figured now everybody respects me I have to maintain this image at all costs. I did that well from Alabama to Colorado I pushed a hard line and finally had a new generation to look to me as I looked to the ones before me. Then came the drug dealing. I wasnt happy with everything my parents did for me I wanted more. I seen that the more money I had the more power I had. On top of what I was already known for I wanted to be known as a hustler so I started off selling a little weed then to a little crack. It got to the point I no longer did it for the money which I was addicted to but also the rush that came with the risk. There are two sides to substance abuse. Now dont get me wrong I was in love with doing what I did but I learned fast I had to be smart that meant I lived a double life. A lot of people did not know me for who I was in the streets they knew me as the preachers son who had a bumpy road. Who was in college while running a repair shop trying to make something of himself. Oh was I good at it the only thing you couldnt do was get me to go to church unless it was to please a girl I might have been messing with. Sometimes my tattoos would give me away but I would say they are just art and they dont mean much. For the next some odd years I would be in and out of jail still going hard in the streets. I became a father while at the same time finishing school and enjoying a well fabricated life. The crazy thing is something deep down inside me kept telling me all this is about to come to an end. For some odd reason the people I sold drugs to would say God has a better plan for your life. It tripped me out then one night my daughter Sahni called me she was two at the time and said Dad you need to come home I told her Im at my house she replied no daddy you need to go to grandmas house thats home. Things really started seeming strange after that a girl I was talking to at the time told me if you keep doing what youre doing something bad is going to happen and five hours later that night something bad did happen. Mid January 2013 I went to jail on first degree murder charges and in less than 24 hours I lost everything. All the money girls and so-called homies disappeared. My childrens mothers took my kids from me. The only people I had left was my family my god fam- ily and God. Sitting in that jail cell is where God came and spoke to me. I heard the voice of God say son keep doing what youre doing and continue to die or choose me and that to live. Well I chose God. Let me be transparent I did not change over- night. I struggled for a while and at times still do. Embracing the life that God has for you can be very challeng- ing. Finally I said to myself I cant keep tricking myself either go hard for God all the way or dont do it at all. I sat down and became a student of Gods Word. Thats when I started to see how powerful the Word of God is. Things By Minister Isaac C. McCoy TESTIMONY Continued on Page 23