I was 18 or 19 years old when I walked away from the church - not fully, but it wasn’t all of my life anymore. So you should apologize to him for your behavior.” I think that was the first time I actually cursed in church. I think you come off too friendly, and that’s the reason he’s been doing these things. The associate pastor said, “I love you guys both,” and then, “Well, let’s start with you, Mr. After I prayed about it and told the pastors, they called us to meet. I’d be at church praying, and he would show up and try to fondle and get me into one of the rooms. There was one church member who wouldn’t leave me alone. Then there was the flip side, with older people saying, “You’re just making a mockery.” But my challenges became bigger than that. I remember throwing youth conferences twice a year that to this day give me chills to recollect - opening service to a church packed full of young people slain, in the floor, crying, worshiping, calling out to God so intensely the choir director said not a soul in there was seated. It felt amazing doing what I’d been called to do. Born and raised in the church, I was a minister by age 12, an elder by the time I was 15.
