The Message
Originally published in the Omega Letter, 2015 It was September of 2007, and I was sitting in a Baptist church in Tennessee. There was no one in the row in front of me, nor behind me. The lighting was somewhat dim as musicians were on the stage softly performing a worship song as people gave testimonials on giving beyond their ten-percent tithes. I was listening and yet not listening, because, at the time, I was still the wayward, black sheep prodigal churchgoer. I was just there hoping that something would inspire me to get back into my faith, but more …