insert chapter 3: Fighting my Demons

Posted: April 11, 2014 in Fighting my Demons

Almost a week went by until I stepped foot into St. Andrews. I felt so out of control of my life, and from the looks of my son, Malcom couldn’t be happier. 

Today service was a funeral for a young child from the neighborhood that our church was located in. The boys mother Margeret was a member of the church her whole life, and her mother was a sunday school teacher. The boys name was Aaron. He was 16 and went to school with Malcom. 

The crowd was full of young thugs, and tshirts with little Aarons face all over them. Little Aaron was shot twice, once in the face once in the chest, so Alfords funeral home did what they could to accommodate the body, but the make up made me tear up. 

“Deuteronomy 31:13 says,” I said quoting the word. this message was for the youth and no matter if only one of the 2000 kids attending can hear the word I did my job. No one was paying me attention, so I spoke up. “And that their children, which have not know any thing, may hear, and learn to fear the Lord your God, as long as ye live in the land whiter ye go over Jordan to posses it.” 

All faces where on me, mostly the older people and none of the t-shirts. They wanted revenge, and I could feel it. Malcom, must have to because he jumped to his feet, causing me to instantly slide away. Malcom, slammed his hand on the podium and yelled, “Vengance is the Lords!”

Hearing my son yelling into the crowd stopped everyone of the young gangsters in they tracks. They all looked at each other then to my son. He had their attention. They felt him. He was one of them. 

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