Ministry Needs – June

helping the less fortunateJune 2014

Dear Supporters, Nation Building International Ministries (NBIM) is an outreach ministry located in Cincinnati, Ohio that has been empowering people with the knowledge of Christ, fulfilling human needs and transforming environments since 1998. This is done by providing education, food, shelter, transportation, healthcare and employment through their Programs of Community Service. Locally, they

  • Provide personal care items, sanitizers, soap, toiletries
  • Weekly transport food to 10 communities in Cincinnati
  • Provide financial assistance for medical supplies, and
  • Transportation for low-income, economically disadvantaged and disabled residents throughout Cincinnati.

The purpose of this letter is to ask for your financial support to continue these services to the communities. A gift of $5 could provide

• 5 Bibles                   • 5 bars of soap  • 5 packs of toothpaste • 1 day’s transportation to and from employment        • 1 meal for today   • 1 $4 medicine refill $10 could provide      • 10 Bibles      • 2 prescription refills at $4      • 2 days of transportation • 1 day of food             • 10 packs of tissue paper        10 toothbrushes $50 could provide     • 50 Bibles      • 28 trips of transportation      • 25 bars of soap • 25 4-pack packages of toilet paper      • 25 wash clothes      • 12 $4 medicine refills

Please join us in reaching out and sharing the love of God. For more information send request to:

May God richly bless you?

Minister S. C. McQueen, Executive Director

Unforgettable Chapter 2



“And she brought forth her…son …” Luke 2:7

 Chapter 2…Humble Beginnings


My humble beginnings began with Kalonga Ntolo Mushimba, my father, the son of an African chief. In his youth, my father went to work in the town of Tshikapa, a diamond city in the Kasai region. There he married his first wife and had four children. However, in African tradition, the son of a king inherits the kingdom of his father, so my grandfather called upon my father at the appointed time to return to our village to inherit the kingship. At first my father refused his father’s command. Shortly thereafter; he mysteriously lost his entire first family; a wife and four sons. He then returned to the village of his birth and took his Kingship. Shortly thereafter, he married his second wife.

This wife only gave him one son and in African tradition that’s not enough. So the pressure of the kingship, and his wife’s barrenness, pushed my father to make another decision, marry multiple wives or one wife that could bear multiple children. He chose the second option. After divorcing his second wife, he married my mother, Mbombo Mujanyi who was much younger than he.

Age differences between my parents and the pressures associated with being the son of a king, the next in line for the kingship, created some dissatisfying moments, but in due time things changed. The marriage became harmonious and produced fourteen children. I am the third eldest of those children.

In 1910, the American Presbyterian missionaries came to Kananga, the central region of Africa and made a deal with my grandfather to use a portion of our land. He agreed and allowed them to construct a church, hospital, and schools for their children. We benefited from these new developments. For us, the local people, they built a high school, a carpentry school, a nursing school and a hospital. I was born in that hospital on July 5.

In the 1960s there was a revolution among African people to be free from European colonialism. During this time, I left my village and went to live with my older brother, Samuel KaBeya, in Kinshasa, the capital city of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. During the time I was there it was called Zaire. Since my brother was in the Congolese Army, I experienced freedom from European rulership. The Congolese Army had an African government. Inside my brother’s military camp, there was a church where I started singing in the choir, Center for Kokolo Military Parachute Protestante Church. Later I became the choir director. When I was sixteen, my father died and my brother took on the responsibility of raising his own four children plus my younger brother, Danio and me. It was really too much for him. So at the age of seventeen, without finishing high school, I entered into the Congolese Army. After basic training, I completed my formal education. Three years later, I was a sergeant training new recruits. With such quick promotion in military rank, the army general chose me to attend officer’s training school. Shortly after that I became Chief Warrant Officer and married my first wife, Kapinga Tshionga, the mother of my first three children.


There is Power in Prayer

prayer 1by Minister Sherri Campbell McQueen

I like Joyce Meyer. I have listened to her encouraging words for many, many years. I remember her first book, written about her own life. What an eye-opener. Although she experienced abuse at an early age, she is able to talk about how God brought her out of that situation. I could relate to her happiness. I could relate to her joy. I can relate to how here in 2013, I can turn on cable Channel 268 andsee how many people have come into the knowledge and understanding of the Word of God because of what God did in her life. I can see how over 30 years of loving and serving this God of my salvation, I understand what Joyce Meyer is talking about when she says, “PRAY.” THERE IS POWER IN PRAYER.  Before you go to the phone, go to the throne. There is power in prayer. I know, that I know, that I know.

As one of eight children there was very little quietness in our house. In fact, it was only quiet when we were asleep. My parents were God-fearing people.

My mother taught us how to pray before we went to sleep at night. Before I started school, I knew how to pray. At night, we were taught to say,

 “Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray dear Lord, my soul you’ll keep.

If I should die before I wake,

I pray dear Lord, my soul you’ll take. Amen!”

God is faithful to His Word.

Did you learn that prayer? See, I still know it. Every night. Every night. And, I mean every night we  prayed that prayer. We prayed out loud so my mother could hear us. Little did we know she was teaching us to make our requests known to God.  She taught us not to be afraid to talk to God. She taught us to understand that everything we had need of, God had it. She taught us to trust God for everything. She taught us to talk to God.

At the age of 22 and 25 respectively, I lost my parents. Although I had not “prayed” in years, I prayed after my mother’s death. A simple prayer.  This simple prayer, made in 1977 is now 36 years young and counting. I talk to God every day. And He talks to me. God is faithful to His Word.

Take time to pray. Give God Special Time. For example,

  •  Daily: Set time aside to read the Bible.
  • Weekly: Set time aside to tutor a kid or teach an adult how to read.
  • Monthly: Help feed the needy at City Gospel Mission.
  • Annually: Go to Kentucky to distribute food to the poor and disabled.

Build your relationship with God through prayer. God is listening. Even if it’s not the “Lord’s Prayer” (Luke 11:1-4, KJV; Matthew 6:5-15 NIV)[1]  He wants to hear from you. He knows all about you anyway. I guarantee you not only will God hear you, He will answer you!

[1]11 And it came to pass,…He was praying in a certain place, when he ceased, one of his disciples said unto him, Lord, teach us to pray,…(2) And he said unto them, When ye pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth. (3) Give us day by day our daily bread. 4 And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil.