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“I was in prison and . . . ”

—Matthew 25:36

For over two weeks, I fasted and prayed. Jailhouse religion did a number on me. I kept rejecting the idea that I could plant a church with all these crazy ass people. I wrestled and wrestled. The list haunted me. While I knew God was calling me to plant a church, I was having trouble calling all the guys I met in jail. Then, it happened. The story of Jonah hit me like an oversized sack of potatoes. After sleeping with everyone he could get his hands on in Nineveh, Jonah ran away. God commanded him to go back and minister to the community. Just like me, Jonah didn’t want to go back. When he finally did, the Ninevites were restored. Truth be known, I slept with too many men while I was in prison. I’d even enjoyed sex with three people at one time. I ain’t proud of it . . . but that’s what I did. Though I felt like I’d already done more than my fair share of pushing, I decided to heed the call of the queen of queens . . . my fellow sister . . . the Apostle Paul and “push toward what lies ahead.”

The phone rang three times before I got an answer. “Tony?” “Yeah! Who’s this?” “This is Christian from jail.” “Oh shit! I didn’t think you’d actually call.” “I’m calling to invite you to the first service of our new church.” “Will you and I get some alone time?” “Let’s just keep it church Tony. The service will be at my home in two weeks. I know God is moving.” “I do too. I can really feel it. I’m horny as hell.” “Ok Tony, see you at church.” Obviously, the first call went a little sideways on me.