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There I was again in front of the congregation
this time ready to preach wondering what would happen. It was on a Wednesday
evening and I was scared to death. I thought I had a good message and I
had a lot of topics I wanted to talk about, but after about 10 minutes I
ran out of things to say. The second time was easier. I wasn't so scared.
The third time I was bubbling over and I had a lot to say. My wife told
me after the service that she thought I was never going to stop talking.
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After that I tried to contain myself to know
when to stop. I preached anyplace I was invited and a few where I wasn't.
I wanted to take the gospel to the world. I was an associate pastor, a pastor
and an evangelist with five radio broadcasts each week on W.T.J.H. in East
Point, Ga..
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Even though the ministry was number
one in my life I still had to make a living and preaching didn't pay a lot
of money. I worked mostly in the food business operating a catering route.
You know, those little lunch wagons that bring sandwiches and snacks around
to your work place?. When I was just a little boy, I couldn't wait for the
rolling store to come by. I would sit on the bank in front of my house every
Tuesday waiting for him to come by. I guess I just wanted "my own little
rolling store". But then everything changed in 1979. I had an automobile
accident driving home one day. A tractor truck crossed the center of the
highway and hit me almost head on. It didn't kill me but it did knock me
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