Good night to the man who constantly called attention to me in a Church of God prayer line: “I see the call [caul?] of God on you, child. The spirit is all over you!”
I made fun that I always forgot to open my circles.
This morning, Brother Preacherman died while preparing his Sunday sermon. Hope I go like that.
Love you, sir. Always did. Always will.
In the name of the Christ whom you taught me to revere,