I had a great pastor once.

Rev. Luvenia Robinson was an associate pastor of a church I formerly attended.  She prayed the most awesome prayers.  Our church recorded the pastor's sermons and sold them after service. They were always well worth it.  I always bought two, always sent one to my mother.  That silly fool, memorized them, preached them as her own.  Yes, I thought it more laziness than corruption.  She explained that all pastors did it. Perhaps.

I know one thing, Reverend Robinson always said the same thing; "I didn't come hear fo'no form nor fashion! I didn't come here to put on no flo'show!"

If you can't be real, if something is preventing you from being sincere in the Word, go fix that. Do not ignore that.

After my horrible ordeal in Fort Gordon, Georgia, do know Martha nearly beat the MPs back to the stockade.  She signed those papers releasing him and advised me to keep my damn black ass mouth shut about what the nigger had just attempted.

Worse, yes, it gets worse.  One or two days later we are back at "home", those two buzzards were going after "it" like two hogs in heat.  I accidentally  walked in on them because it was in the middle of the day and her door wasn't locked!

The buzzard was shipped off to Viet Nam where we prayed he would meet his maker every day, per advice and urging  of our  "mother".   I did finally find the courage to ask her if she was going to divorce him.  My birth mother responded with rapid fire flippancy and pride; "Hell No! Got to git dat money honey!"

Yes, this is the same slut that had the nerve to hate me.  Why hate me?  What made your dumb ass ever think you were ever smart enough to serve GOD and satan? You?  You never read two books thoroughly in your whole long life!  You hated your own daddy with a passion!  Not only did you disrespect him, you MURDERED HIM!

You knew the solution; repentance.  Yes, just that simple.  I see, you preferred to rot.  Well rot then!