The service was very long. Bro. Gardner, a pastor from San Antonio, TX, was preaching the revival. It was around 2:30 PM when Bro. Gardner started to expose everything that I had shared with Butch that Thursday night while I was under conviction. He would say: “You know you’re miserable. Why don’t you admit it and come to the alter and talk to Jesus? You know that your Spiritual condition is rotten; admit that you don’t even know how to pray. Give in. Don’t act tough with God!” In my heart I was very and angry; and, as he spoke I was getting madder. And I was going to get even with Butch. Nothing makes me madder then when I open my heart to someone in confidence and have them double-cross me by telling every Tom Dick and Harry what I shared with them.
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I decided to get up and leave. I had already calculated every move I was going to make. In my plan I was going to punch Butch in the mouth, hoping to break his jaw; and if anyone else jumped me, I would shoot them. At that time I carried a .38 pistol everywhere I went. But, as I was about to execute my plan, I asked Wanda’s if she was leaving with me. Naturally, she asked me why. I told her that that little fat sucker had no business sharing everything we spoke about to anyone. Wanda asked me, how do you know? I told her to listen to him; she did for a little while, then looked at me and said, “I see what you mean”. That was like throwing fuel on the fire. I started to rise from my pew to execute my well-calculated plan.
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