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I was supposed to be the watcher, “the watchman” to make sure that no one comes in so they wouldn’t get in trouble.
It was around the half way mark of my 62 days that I literally fell on the floor, knees on the floor, put my head down on the bunk, and said, “God, I’m yours.
The Lord was like; “Why don’t you let me tell you what I think about you?”
We decide to go out with our friends that night, but end up at the same party. She’s talking with another guy that I couldn’t stand.
... when I would come into the group everyone would stop laughing, and leave. I’m not saying that for pity. It’s just the way it was.
I never went to church, so my parents never offered to wake me up. I woke up that morning with such a peace. Something had changed overnight. The feeling of loneliness was gone.
My Dad said; “But son, were you water baptized?” I said; “Yes I was Dad.” And he said; “Jeff, you’re not my son anymore. What you have done to your people, you are worse than Adolf Hitler.” He said; “You are no longer welcome...
It would take me thirty minutes to work up the courage to say a word. I was just so inwardly petrified. I would have the bible at the corner of the East Village grill and I just couldn’t open my mouth. It was crazy.
So I listen to them and they say, “If you have any problems, give us a call.” So I said, “Heck, let’s laugh at these Christians. “So I called them thinking I was going to make fun of them.
Bam! They hit me in the face with this metal baseball bat. They asked me again; “Give us your money! Give us your money!”