Praying for Mason Teague “Meaning in the Mess”

03/08/2025

ARREST MADE IN 2019 HOMICIDE

On October 10th, 2019, Officers responded to an apartment near 101st and Sheridan for a shooting.

The victim, Benjamin Montgomery, was shot in the chest and taken to the hospital. He died a short time later.

The investigation revealed two male suspects were trying to rob another man, known to sell drugs, in the parking lot. The suspects forced the drug dealer upstairs to his apartment, but ended up entering the apartment next door.

Ben Montgomery was inside the apartment with several of his friends. Ben tackled one of the suspects in defense, and he was shot in the process. The suspects then fled.

Detectives spent years following leads in this case, and in early July, a witness provided information identifying Jerrell Jones as a suspect in the homicide.

On July 23rd, 2025, Jerrell Jones was charged with 1st Degree Felony Murder.

At the end of July, Jerrell Jones was arrested in Arkansas. He is now booked into the Tulsa County Jail, where bond is set at $1.5 million.

The investigation into this homicide remains open. Detectives are asking anyone with additional information to call Tulsa Crime Stoppers at 918-596-COPS. You can remain anonymous, and rewards are paid for information leading to an arrest.

01/08/2025

Who Killed Ben Montgomery…FINALLY!🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽

An arrest has been made in connection to a 2019 murder case in Tulsa.

WHO: Jerrell Jones

WHAT THE PROBABLE CAUSE AFFIDAVIT SAYS HAPPENED:
-October 10th, 2019: a ma*****na dealer was outside an apartment complex, walking a dog, when 2 men came up to him and demanded pot.
-He told them, the pot was in his apartment and says they pistol whipped him and led him at gunpoint, upstairs to his apartment, but he couldn't find his key, so he led them to another apartment next door.
-The two men burst into that apartment with guns and the person who lived there, Ben Montgomery, had friends over and immediately tackled one of the suspects, in order to protect his friends.
-Ben was shot in the chest during the struggle and the two men with guns, ran off.
-Detectives had served search warrants and interviewed people, but, the case went nowhere until a witness recently came forward with information.
-That witness says Jerrell Jones had bought pot from that dealer on the 8th of October and was supposed to go back on the 10th and pay for it.
-The witness told police, Jones told some men that he knew someone who had a lot of pot they could steal, but Jones didn't want to be the one to do it, but described the apartment complex and apartment.
-The witness says another man agreed to do it, but, wanted help doing it.
-The witness says after the murder, those two men were mad, saying Jones had sent them to the wrong apartment, but they still tried to do the robbery, but things went south and someone was killed.
-The witness says Jones was worried about getting into trouble for setting up the robbery.
-Jones is charged with felony murder and his bond was set at $1.5 million.

-This is a charge, not a conviction.
-Here's some of our previous stories on Ben's murder.

https://www.newson6.com/story/634785a350c1e17dac8f80d9/parents-plead-for-answers-in-2019-murder-of-ben-montgomery

https://www.newson6.com/story/5f7e3ef07ce3300c07e0fce4/family-honors-sons-life-as-police-release-sketch-of-suspect-in-murder-case

31/07/2025

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28/07/2025

Justin..how do I put into words how proud and grateful I am to be your wife.? Our story started long before we knew.🤍
1973~ Five years before I entered my parents’ life and eight years before you entered yours, they both were attending Berean Baptist Church. From that friendship and connection, 37 years later, we were reconnected by our mothers (Celeste Coates and Karen Teague). A friendship between us was born out of our mothers being desperate to find us help for our debilitating migraines. You and I quickly became best friends. We even talked about how our friendship would have to change when one of us started dating.
Looking back at “all the things,” God was always there, waiting on us to open the doors that were meant to be opened. You gave the word love new meaning. I never could’ve imagined all that we would have to endure. When the whisperings “they’ll never last” made their way to us, we just held on to each other tighter.
Today, 13 years ago, we were married at Holy Trinity Orthodox Church. After four 900+ mile moves, we thought we were finally settled once we moved back to Oklahoma. The veil of security was lifted in such a traumatic way 1,132 days ago on 6/22/22. Since then, we’ve been forced to have conversations and make decisions that no parent should ever have to face.
Your strength is not brute or loud, but it’s cushioned with a level of empathy most men will never grasp. Thank you for loving me the way Christ loves the Church. Thank you for your sacrificial love and compassion. Thank you for reminding me every day, “you are safe with me.”
Thank you for being my soft place to land and for never letting me believe the lies I tell myself. I love you more and more with every passing minute, and I thank God for each and every one of those minutes.
May God grant us many healthy years together, my love.🙏🏽☦️🤍🤟🏽
Circles,
Mandi

01/07/2025

I’ve spent the last few weeks learning how to be still. Like really still. The kind of still that rips you open and forces you to sit with everything you’ve tried to outrun. It’s been painful. It’s been healing. It’s been necessary.🤍☦️🙏🏽

Tomorrow I head home to my Misters, and now… two more. Cole and Grayson.💙💙

We met them and their families years ago in Colorado. Their families are still in Pagosa Springs, but over the last three years they’ve all kept showing up for Mason. No empty promises. No flaking out. Just showing up, over and over again. This week, they showed up in a big way. And, as a surprise to this momma. They moved here and got a first-floor apartment so Mason could come over. Not a small thing. Not at their age.

Mason told me today that having them here made him have “a tiny bit of hope”, now, to find some joy left in this life. And if you know what he’s been through, you know how huge that is.

So if you’re in the Owasso/Skiatook/Collinsville area and you see their names on a job application, don’t overlook them. They’re not just young guys. They’re the kind who quietly change lives. They dont show ip for recogition.
(Justin and I SHOULD be listed as personal references)🥰

St. Mark said the intellect can’t be still unless the body is still too. And in that stillness, God speaks. I heard Him loud and clear this week in the way loyalty looks, in the way hope feels, and in the faces of two young men who didn’t have to, but did anyway.

Thank you to each of you for the UNBELIEVABLE amount of support and encouragement you have all shown me through my messiest moments!

My ”self-work” is not finished. In fact, this is the beginning. I’m learning. I WILL fall, but I promise to keep getting back up. This is my cross to bear and I pray I carry it with grace, empathy, and compassion in all things I do.

~Mandi 🦋🤍🙏🏽☦️

29/06/2025

Go easy on me, tonight I will be doing my first live in over a year. I’m not rusty with the tech… I’m just rusty with being a human in public. It’s not really about confidence on camera,
it’s more about the fact that my circumstances have had me in emotional sweatpants for so long, I forgot how to show up without apologizing first. Sorry 🥹Thanks for being patient while I awkwardly fumble through finding my voice again.
Day 1,103🤍🙏🏽☦️

I’ll be aiming for 9pm! 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

26/06/2025

Coming back to the Twisted Parrot felt right. I thought this trip would give me space to breathe again, to process, to heal, to figure out what comes next. I thought maybe I could help while I was here too, give something back in a place that’s given a lot to us.

But as life has a way of reminding me… nothing ever goes quite as planned.

The day we got here, Mason had his first seizure in three years, which in turn lead to Justin leaving to get to our boy less than 12 hours after arriving. That one moment reopened so many wounds I thought I had bandaged. It was like a brand new type of grief walked right back in, uninvited, and sat down next to me.

Now I’m here, still, but it’s different than I imagined. I didn’t expect to feel this lonely. I didn’t expect to spend days without real conversation. I didn’t expect to be doing this much soul-searching with no one around to catch me when it gets heavy.

It’s quiet. So quiet. And in that silence, I’ve had no choice but to face parts of myself I’ve been too tired to deal with. Parts I’ve buried under caregiving, survival, and constant crisis.

I’m trying to trust that this discomfort has a purpose. That maybe being alone here, in a camper, in my thoughts is exactly where I need to be to start making peace with some of the things I’ve carried for far too long.

But it’s hard. I’m tired. I miss connection. I miss laughter. I miss feeling seen.

I don’t know if I should stay and keep pushing through this quiet, or go home where the noise returns but maybe healing gets drowned out. I know people are worried about me coming back too soon. I’m worried about what staying here might cost me emotionally.

So, for now, I’m just sitting with it all. The unknown. The ache. The tenderness. The truth.

When I took this video, I had zero intentions of sharing it. It was for me and then I watched it and realized it looks a little lonely. Well, that is because it is. But it’s also real. Healing doesn’t always happen in community. Sometimes, it starts when you’re sitting alone in a bathing suit, asking God to help you figure out how to keep going.

I don’t know. I really don’t. But I do know this: healing isn’t glamorous. It’s lonely days. It’s quiet reflection. It’s asking hard questions when you don’t even want to hear the answers.

If you’re in that space too, I see you. 🤍And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough for today.🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽☦️☦️☦️

Lord, have mercy on me and save me!

22/06/2025

6-22-22 There are no words to describe what it felt like stepping off that elevator on our way to the surgical waiting area; unsure if we’d ever see our son alive again. Last week, I captured a slow-motion video of what we saw in that moment. What should be a cheerful mural of friendly zoo animals has become a ghostly snapshot of the worst night of our lives. Three years later, the memory still grips us. ☦️🙏