My Dearest U.S. Evangelicals,
In my early twenties, I walked down the “sawdust center aisle” in front of the entire congregation while the pianist softly played hymn number 472: “Just as I Am.” I publicly gave my life to Jesus on the first Advent Sunday of 1980 at University Baptist Church in Coral Gables, Florida.
Deeply committed to my newfound faith, I obtained my Master of Divinity at THE Southern Baptist Theological Seminary in Louisville, Kentucky. During my studies, I was called to serve as the pastor of Goshen Baptist Church in Glenn Dean, a small rural town where I was ordained to preach the Gospel to lost souls.
My faith has always been a major pillar of my life. It led me to dispose of Championship Realty, the real estate company I began when I was nineteen years old. I made this business decision to dedicate my life to sharing the good news of Jesus.
I mean no disrespect when I say I no longer want anything to do with your patriarchal, homophobic and xenophobic white Trumpish god. If truth be known, I curse this impotent idol you call god and which I once followed.
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