When I was a child, in the south, my parents would drag me to a church where they would play tapes. I grew up hearing that voice but nobody bothered talking to me about it, it was just church to me. We visited Jeffersonville, even enjoyed red hots. Through my teens from time to time I would go and hear the tape. Then I was on my own and as life happens, I grew older and found myself in jail. Now I am a senior sitting hear wondering what happen. I heard a voice yell: “books.” They were pushing the book cart down the hall, and as I looked, right on top was the familiar face I remembered hanging on the wall in the church. I said, “Can I see that one?” and he handed it through the bars. A Man Sent From God. Brothers why now have I seen the Light and what that voice is? It’s late for me but please send me books. MT
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 13:49:18 +0000