New Creation Generation International (NCGI)

New Creation Generation International (NCGI) NCGI is from Jamaica's New Creation Gospel Group, in ministry locally & internationally since 1979. Global teams are active & accepting invitations.
New Creation Generation International Inc. (NCGI), is an international intergenerational community of worshippers with Jamaican roots. Their message is reconciliation of individuals to God, through Jesus Christ, and hope, even despite disillusionment. The group has an eclectic and versatile sound, a fusion of multiple musical genres.

New Creation was birthed at the University of the West Indies, Mona campus, as a fledgling group of five, who first performed at a UCCF (Universities & Colleges Christian Fellowship) event, Easter 1979. Welcoming other singers and musicians, the group became a family of friends well-known for its signature harmonious sound. New Creation was regularly featured at major religious events and did a command performance for the Prime Minister’s birthday celebration in 1990. After decades of ministry, the group dispersed worldwide but remained connected. During March 2010, New Creation members met on retreat in Jamaica, converging from the USA, United Kingdom, Panama and within Jamaica. The group subsequently became NEW CREATION GENERATION INTERNATIONAL and, replete with next generation ministers (their offspring), committed to resuming their ministry on a global platform. NCGI ministry teams of differing configurations have since performed in the Republic of Panama, June 2011, Cincinnati, Ohio, October 2011, and in Wilson, North Carolina, December 2011. The group returns home Summer 2012 as New Creation Generation International, to continue execution of this new phase of their ministry among family and friends.

Mission: Reviving and reconciling to God the disillusioned and spiritually dry


So after church, I decide to go pull some weeds. It’s weirdly relaxing. I decide to let these little dogs come out with me because...well, it’s a nice day. They’re clean. Nicely washed and groomed. Miss Zoey...constantly wandering off. I’m constantly having to call her name forcefully to shock her into obedience and to let her know I’m watching. Always watching. Then I scratch her back and talk sweetly to her. She wanders off again...into territory that’s not hers...this dog who hates to be know what she does? She finds something stinky on the neighbors’ lawn. She sniffs it apprehensively then proceeds to rub herself in it starting at her head, working her way down her sides. She hates baths!! But she doesn’t think about that when she’s rubbing herself in the stink.
“Zoey!! Come here! What have you done?” I say. She crouches, tail between her legs. Molly follows suit.
“See now? You’re both getting baths!”
See, for them, baths are uncomfortable. Molly has arthritic feet. Painful. Zoey doesn’t like the water in her face. Troubling to her.
Is it weird that my dogs are a constant sermon to me? Maybe. They make me remember that I can’t blame God for the painful situations I get myself into...that He daily cleans me up, but sometimes the things that attract me are “the stink!” And when He has to clean me up AGAIN, it’s painful. The old wounds, the arthritic areas, the scabs that get rubbed off in the cleansing just...hurt. Then guess what? I have to wash the dog beds too. I wash the beds so that they have a clean place to lie down. Sleep. They’re wandering around looking for a place to rest. I prepare a soft, old blanket for them while the dirty beds are being washed. More uneasiness. A situation they both created for themselves. Good dogs. Bad choices. Do you think they realize they can’t blame me for all that just transpired? Nah.

Happy Sunday!


A woman of grace! A woman of excellence! A woman beloved! Nerissa, Always, New Creation 💖


April 22nd would have been your birthday, there's still an ache, a void, indelible impressions of a life well lived, a soul and spirit that loved well.... Nevertheless! "If we are to establish the same atmosphere on earth as it is in heaven. We've got to be doing on the earth what they're doing in heaven....WORSHIP. Worship is the primary atmosphere in heaven. When we fill the atmosphere with worship we set up a release for all the possibilities of heaven to be released on the earth." ... Nerissa Manahan Jackson 💖


Somebody asked me today, “How do you stay so faithful to God?” and immediately a lump formed in my throat. I could easily stand there and recount the numerous times I had been unfaithful...times they had not seen; private times when I come face to face with what I really am in light of God’s holiness. “O wretched man that I am...” Paul said. Had to clear things up quickly. Then the words of a song I absolutely love came barreling through my mind:

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee
I trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.

There are more verses to the song. I guess I’ve memorized these words first written as a poem. They remind me that, like an unruly child, I wrench my hand away from God’s occasionally.
And so...I’m not holding on to Him. He’s holding on to me.


So, I’m watching my two little dogs in the backyard. Molly and their little sweaters. It has been cold and they’re old. They probably don’t need sweaters because of how their little systems are designed, but the sweaters are cute. Indulge me. I watch them they do their business. A bird lands on the back patio and Zoey springs into action. Instinct. It’s what she was made to do. Look at them. Not a care in the world. They don’t care what they look like. They never worry about their next meal or a shelter. They’re going to come in and go back to their warm little beds provided for them. They go along their happy little lives knowing that I’m taking care of them. Total dependence on me. Everyday. Even when I come home late...past their habitual dinner time, they rest, knowing that I’m coming to feed them. And when I come in the door, they run to me for affection. When I wake up in the morning, they run to me...first for affection and then for food. The seek me first. They are kept; sustained. These two adopted dogs that someone discarded because they were...inconvenient. They found a, a home found them. It all reminds me of Matthew 6:26 when Jesus said, “ not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink...your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.”
Watching the dogs. It’s a whole sermon. He just took me to church.

Blessings, mi bredrin!


Sometimes my prayer time is spent remembering the stupid things I’ve done and how God applied His grace to me. Then I remember the things I prayed for that He didn’t give me...the times He said no...and I thank Him now. Then I keep praying for the things I’ve been praying for for years that just haven’t happened...salvation for certain people, healing for others, change in certain circumstances, etc. Then I remember that He alone is God...that He does things in His time in His way; that His way is righteous and just; that He is faithful and TRUSTWORTHY. Then I wrap His faithfulness around me like a thick, warm coat and keep on going. I’ve had three people, in the space of ten days ask me how I can serve a God who let them suffer...who let bad things happen, so I know people are struggling with this. I get it. But I had to take them back to Eden; fallenness, free will. We eat, sleep daily under His provision. We take that for granted. We say “God is good” when things are going well, but question His goodness when things are not. I cannot find anywhere in the Bible where He promised me that life would be a rose garden. But we create this god in our head...a god at our beck and call who should do our bidding. Why? Why do we blame God for the consequences of the choices we make? Or the choice someone else made? “It’s the woman YOU gave me that made me eat from the tree!” I don’t know, man. Is it the humanness? One thing I know: I’ve never walked alone. He has never taken His eyes off me. Not once. Never. So I rest. I take the bad with the good knowing that ultimately, He is GOOD. And I watch His salvation in my life. Take heart. Fear not. You are loved.


What was so wrong about the Tower of Babel? Having read the story for several years, I never really understood it. The people were growing in knowledge and they wanted to build a city and a really high tower for themselves so that they could all be together, settled in one place, in one accord. Unity. They didn’t want to be scattered abroad. Unity, solidarity, oneness, right? What’s so wrong about that? So God saw it and this is what He said: “Behold, they are one people, and they have all one language, and this is only the beginning of what they will do. And nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. Come let us go down there and confuse their language so that they may not understand one another’s speech.” So God scattered them...dispersed them from there ‘over the face of all the earth’ and the city was left unfinished. a kid, I thought that was kinda...well...mean. Why? Why would a loving God do that? Well, because the Babel experience was about independence. It was completely the opposite of God’s purpose for mankind. He wanted the EARTH populated. This was all about self-sufficiency and independence apart from God. Their technology and social unity gave them confidence in their own ability. THEIR purpose was to prevent God’s purpose! Man! That’s heavy. You know, sometimes in our own lives, we want things to go a certain way. We pray about it. And pray about it. We do things to try to make it happen. So we choose a certain mate, a certain career path, a certain college. We move to a certain city or state or country. We build things in our lives to accomplish what we want. But what if that’s not what God wants for our life? We see things start to crumble. We see what we’ve built up start to get torn down. It is in those times we start to question God’s goodness. Our faith is shaken. Mi fren, if we’ve given our lives to God, we’ve said yes to Him. In other words, “Yes, God! Accomplish Your will in my life! Your purpose not mine.” Sometimes, He has to tear down to rebuild. It’s painful. Faith-shaking. But the background music to everything God does is love. The bed He makes for us to lie down in is grace and mercy and goodness. We often so flippantly say, “All things work together for good...” but look. Look at what Romans 8:28 actually says: “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to HIS purpose.” (Emphasis mine).
Things won’t always go our way. It seems that we just have to trust that His purpose is ultimately for our good.

Happy rest day, mi fren!


God, at one point reversed His creative work. It’s one of the saddest moments I’ve ever read in the entire Bible. Just chapters before, God had taken a look at all He’d created and declared that it was very good. But a few generations down from Cain “The Lord saw that the wickedness of man was very great in the earth, and that every intention of the thoughts of His heart was only evil continually.” The next few words are gut-wrenching.
“And the Lord was sorry that He had made man on the earth, and it grieved Him to His heart.” But one man on the face of the earth...ONE person found favor with God: Noah. I’m not sure if Noah knew his great-grandfather, Enoch. But Genesis says that Enoch walked with God and God took him. He never died. Noah walked in these footsteps and God loved him for it. So God was going to spare Noah and his family in His plan of “total destruction, the only solution.” I don’t know if the world is more wicked today than back then. Possibly not. We just have TV now, smart phones with cameras, social media. We can actually see the wickedness from all over the world wherever we are...the wickedness in our own backyard is astounding. We can’t save the babies from Pharaoh’s edict...too many baskets to float down the river. Children killing their parents. Wanton wickedness. Just so much! The patience of God continues to floor me. I can’t claim to know when God’s gonna deal with this, but just because He didn’t balance the books on Thursday doesn’t mean He’s not going to balance the books. God help us all!
But there is a hope, a fountain of living water, an ocean of grace...


You know, Jesus could’ve just said to the woman at the well, “I Am God. Bow down and worship me!” But He didn’t. He saw right through her to her pain. He approached it differently. He asked her for a drink. Knowing that status and race and politics were huge factors in that day, He knew what was coming. Samaritans were seen as lower than mongrel street dogs to the Jews. She was a Samaritan AND a woman and that’s where she went. But it appeared Jesus didn’t want to talk about politics. He cut to the chase; that if she knew who was standing right before her, she would ask Him for a drink because He had water that would take away her thirst forever. Then she used another distraction. She wanted to talk about religion. Where people should worship. Jesus didn’t want to talk about religion! He wanted to talk about her heart, her eternal security. He wanted her to come face to face with her sin and shame because His compassion, His grace was the water she needed to wash away her shame. He saw right through her...her failed relationships, the hole inside her that caused her to move from man to man searching for something a man couldn’t give her. It didn’t matter WHERE she worshipped. It mattered THAT she worshipped the true and living God who is spirit “and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth.” She said Messiah was coming. When Jesus said, “I who speak to you am He,” it shattered the wall around her heart. She went into the town and started talking about Him. She didn’t need a theology degree or years of training in preaching the Word. She just couldn’t shut up about what had happened to her. “Come, see a man who told me all that I ever did. Can this be the Christ?”
It doesn’t matter how many failed relationships you’ve had or how ashamed you feel. God’s love, His grace is bigger than your shame. He IS the living water we all need. Daily. Come see a Man who’ll shatter those chains. Come see a Man who’ll kick down that prison wall. Come see a Man whose love and mercy will fill that empty space that nothing else can fill. Is not this the Christ?

Happy Monday, mi fren!


Even as a child I never understood the story of Cain and Abel. Yes, Cain killed Abel, I get that, but the other parts...why did God show favoritism? Did He? Why did He “prefer” Abel’s sacrifice over his brother’s. I never thought that that was fair of a just God! Abel was a shepherd and Cain was a farmer (ground provisions). Did God prefer animal sacrifice over plant sacrifice? Not at all. You see, Abel gave of the firstborn of his flock...a more costly sacrifice. This, in God’s eyes showed greater devotion, affection and sincere reverence. But looking deeper into the text, I saw more. God looked at the brothers’ hearts. Cain’s heart was dark. He had resentment towards his brother and it even showed on his face. God confronted him about it and warned him. Cain, why are you so angry? If in your heart you mean well, won’t you be accepted? If you have horrible motives, Cain...if you don’t mean well, Cain, then “sin is crouching at the door.” Sin is going to overpower you, Cain. Don’t let it. Turn, Cain. Don’t let sin rule over you, Cain. You must rule over it. God’s warning to Cain in Genesis 3:6-7 (paraphrase). But Cain’s heart was dark. He murders his brother and when God confronts him about it, he’s disrespectful, showed disdain and completely lacked remorse. He had become spiteful and murderous. Sin had mastered Cain. You see,
“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” - Psalm 51:17. Things would have turned out so differently had Cain repented when God spoke to him about this. Man looks at the outer appearance. God is all about what’s in your heart, mi fren. So make no mistake, going to church every Sunday; being involved in activities at church; paying our tithe dutifully; being an usher; singing in the choir or on the worship team...all wonderful acts of service. But why? We need to ask ourselves that. Heart check.
So today, let us offer ourselves a living sacrifice to our great and marvelous God; a holy and righteous and all-powerful God; full of grace and truth. May we give Him our all today, holding nothing back.

Have a blessed day, bredrin!


The compassion of God is astounding. Still in Genesis 3. You would think after the blatant, barefaced disobedience of the couple, God would have given up on them. He had other things to do, you’d think. My goodness, He had just created a universe!! Plus, He’s a vengeful, spiteful God just waiting for us to mess up, right? Looking down pointing His judging finger, ready to smite us, right? But no, He fixed His mind, His heart upon this situation His beautiful children He’d created had gotten themselves into. He couldn’t bear the thought of them living forever in their sin. Check our verse 22. After He stated out loud that now the man and woman KNEW “good and evil,” He started a sentence, He couldn’t bear to finish. Read it. For them to live forever in their sinful condition was an unbearable thought and He wasted no time in preventing it! He sent them from the garden immediately to prevent them from taking from the tree of life. He put cherubim to guard it...and a flaming sword. God set out to save us! Yes, He could’ve just waved a magic wand and undo all of it...but wait, there was free will. He wouldn’t force the man and the woman to love Him back (“If you love me, You will keep my commandments.” - New Testament-Jesus. It all ties together). They would have to WANT to love Him back. They would have to CHOOSE to. So He made a way to atone for their sin. Fast forward. Calvary. “It is finished.” The serpent’s head was crushed. Sin’s penalty was gone...for those who choose a love relationship with God. Access to the tree of life! I’ve read the story of the fall so quickly for years, I don’t think I even saw this before. I’d heard the story as child so many times; seen the drawings of the serpent coiled around a branch and Eve with the “Apple” in her hand, naked...privates covered. But this. I never saw this. Thought I’d share.

Happy Friday, beloved!


Peekskill, NY

General information

We envision a world where spiritually disillusioned and dry people are being revived and reconciled by connecting with them, inviting them to relationship with God through Jesus Christ, inviting them to worship, inviting them into the community of worshippers & encouraging them to bring others.


Be the first to know and let us send you an email when New Creation Generation International (NCGI) posts news and promotions. Your email address will not be used for any other purpose, and you can unsubscribe at any time.

Contact The Business

Send a message to New Creation Generation International (NCGI):


Nearby media companies

Other Music production in Peekskill

Show All