Physical Address: Jamil King Ministries
8745 Gary Burns Dr. Suite 160 #352, Frisco TX 75034
Physical Address: Jamil King Ministries
8745 Gary Burns Dr. Suite 160 #352, Frisco TX 75034
Some inherit wealth.
Others inherit legacy.
And some, like me, inherit both… but don’t realize it right away.
In 1978, my parents, Pastor Johnny and Rose King, started what would become more than a church — they birthed Christian Outreach Center as a beacon of hope, truth, and transformation. They were pioneers. Visionaries. Faith-walkers who didn’t just preach the gospel — they lived it.
Their courage created a foundation that not only I stand on today — but countless others do too.
For years, we talked as a church about rising up and building debt-free. It wasn’t just something we said from the pulpit — it was deeply embedded in our values. We dreamed of building without borrowing, of funding the future through faith and stewardship.
But then life happened.
In November 2001, my father — the spiritual architect of our house — passed away from congestive heart failure. His death was more than a personal loss. It created a vacuum of spiritual leadership that would take time to fill.
And then… twenty years went by.
We tried to build.
We tried to push forward.
But nothing worked.
For a long time, I couldn’t make sense of the delay.
What I’ve come to realize is this:
God had given me the inheritance — but I hadn’t grown into the maturity to access it.
Galatians 4:1 says:
“Now I say that the heir, as long as he is a child, does not differ at all from a slave, though he is master of all…”
Everything had already been placed in my hands:
The land, the favor, and the community.
But because I hadn’t yet become a man in the Spirit, I was living as if I had nothing.
I was the heir — but I was asleep.
I wrestled with:
I knew God had called me.
I just didn’t feel ready to carry the weight of the promise.
And all the while, my mother — a pillar of strength and resilience — held it all together.
My mother didn’t just preserve the ministry — she protected the promise.
She carried the church in her heart while waiting for me to awaken.
She didn’t push me into leadership.
She prayed me into it.
She has my loyalty and love for the rest of my life.
While God was waiting… so was she.
And one day, I awakened.
It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t public.
But something clicked in my soul.
I remember looking around at our church, our land, our story — and I said to myself:
“It’s time.”
It was time to:
And that’s when I saw the full picture:
I could’ve gone the traditional route.
I could’ve started fundraising campaigns and taken out loans.
I could’ve copied what others were doing to appear “on track.”
But I didn’t.
Instead, I made a commitment to God, to my team, and to myself:
That’s when revival started — in secret, in stillness, and in strength.
Building legacy isn’t just about land or buildings.
It’s about transferring vision through generations with honor, patience, and maturity.
Sometimes the promise is delayed — not because God said “no,” but because the heir isn’t ready.
Now I know:
And today, we walk debt-free.
Not because we were lucky — but because we broke free from the pattern,
and honored the legacy that birthed us.
My name is Jamil King.
I am the heir.
And by God’s grace, I am now ready to lead.