"Even in the last hour...

you can come into the Kingdom."  Jesus hung on that cross.  Shed His innocent blood for you and for me.

Don't ignore me.  Don't cast me aside and pay me no attention.  Don't act like I have no value and no voice. Don't you dare think you've won! Don't call me vile names and continue to tell vicious lies on me.

Yes I count!  I count for something.  I am somebody! I am a child of the King.  I am GOD's child!

He told me that ;"...when your mother and father forsake you I will take you up!"  He took me up! He picked me up out of the muck and the mire.  It was not my fault that the world called me "illegitimate".  It was your fault.  Being born black, being born with dark skin is not a sin!  It is not a badge of dishonor.

Perhaps you think that gave you the right to abuse me.  You're wrong.

So you have lived a very long despicable life.  So what?  I think most people have.  "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction, narrow is the path of righteousness."  My grandfather taught me that more people will do wrong than choose to do right.  That's fine.  The key word here is "choose".

  Choose, don't fake.  Choose! Why pretend when GOD gave you a choice? Why suffer in misery, lying and denying?  Why bluff and bully your way through life?

So you call yourself a preacher.  Who cares?  I can call myself the Pope or a Potentate, that doesn't make it so.  Cussing people out who find you out still doesn't change the fact that you are a rank demon.

If you had listened to your father rather than trying to fool him. If you had shown remorse and tried to clean up your act when you were found out and talked about, you would not have ended up with such a shameful past.

You would not have to lie and deny, spew venom and writhe in self hatred.  You would not be bogged down in guilt, stuck in the muck and the mire.

Release my brothers!  Tell the truth!  Admit your guilt.  Confess your sins.  Tell your friends and family you are sorry.  Don't miss your blessing being a stiff neck ignorant heathen.

You used to tell me to come get my beating.  You, come get your blessing.  Be blessed today.  Give your life to Christ.