There are still great men in Jamaica. There are still great police officers in Jamaica, and I say this based on my experience on April 16, 2026. I was stranded in Morant Bay en route to Kingston from Portland. With no gas in my car, funds I was expecting had failed to come through. Nevertheless, I had left home by faith that morning, but at the one-hour mark of my two-and-a-half-hour journey, E was rapidly flashing on the dashboard and I did not know what to do.
I parked and began praying, asking God for direction. He was silent, so I decided that since I was in a town and had business to conduct at the bank, I would attend to that while waiting on El Shaddai.
Bank stop #1 was done; there was still no gas and no money and I wouldn’t dare just walk up to a stranger and beg. Anxiety was creeping in as it became so clear I was going to be late for work. I thought of calling, hesitated, and remembered another personal matter I had to complete in a different bank. All these things-to-do had been piling up for a few months now, but never did I have time before to tick them complete. My perspective changed and I began feeling productive.
THE BIGGER BOSS
I entered Bank #2 and took a number and a seat, waiting for customer service. I was half laughing at myself, so pleased at the unplanned opportunity to complete a task that had been outstanding for ages. That was when I heard the Holy Spirit say, “Go to the police station, let them know what is happening with you, and ask for help.” Knowing His voice, I immediately exited the bank to set sail for the police station not very far away.
An officer asked me how he could help, and I think he was a bit floored at the incident report I gave. Even though it was a bit embarrassing for me to be doing this, I did not hesitate to end with a request for help, just like the Holy Spirit had instructed.
The male officer called a female officer over, reiterated my story to her, and asked her to escort me to another worker in a separate department of the station. Again, I shared my ordeal, only to be told that I really should be speaking with “the bigger” boss. This was not turning out the way I had expected. Still, I politely acknowledged the fifth person I had to tell my story that day—Deputy Superintendent Gordon, the deputy superintendent of police for the Morant Bay Police Station. He was on a call.
He listened patiently to me. I told him my name, where I worked, explained my dilemma, and stated how much money I would need to get to my office in Kingston. He was smiling as he asked me to accompany him to his car. Although his demeanour was warm and understanding, I did not expect the excess that he gave me. He thought the sum I had requested too conservative, so he outmatched that. He then escorted me back to my car, as I wasn’t sure how to return to where I had left it.
YOU THINK THAT’S ENOUGH?
I expressed my gratitude to DSP Gordon and thought that was it. But then he said, “Are you sure that would be enough though?” And he directed me to wait when I dropped him back at the station. In no time, he re-emerged and counted out some more cash.
The total money I got from the DSP that morning was the exact amount I was expecting to receive in my account that day. I was able to get more than enough gas and journey to Kingston to work and back home.
So, today, I am celebrating DSP Gordon from the Morant Bay Police Station for his generosity. I would like the world to know that there are still good police officers in Jamaica.
Thank you, DSP Gordon. May God reward you richly.
“If you receive a prophet as one who speaks for God, you will be given the same reward as a prophet. And if you receive righteous people because of their righteousness, you will be given a reward like theirs. And if you give even a cup of cold water to one of the least of my followers, you will surely be rewarded.” Matthew 10:41-42 NLT