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...who was like this. We worked together for a local packaging company back around 1994-1995 and he would get holy at work around 2am while we were supposed to be loading the trucks with packages.

He would prophesy things to various people and made me raise my hands one night and ask God to come back into my life. Telling me how my mama had wept since I had left God. (I was 19 at the time and didn't give a rat's ass about church so mom's worrying was a little feasible, because God forbid she ever raise any hell at that age).

So I do it and he tells me to go home and ask for forgiveness. I do, but still didn't want to go to church. Basically did it to shut him up. I go back to work the next night and he's doing it again, but not to me since I'd been "SAVED" that day. He kept getting worse and one guy actually had to go puke because this fella was making him nervous that he couldn't work. Preacher man looks at him and says "That's just the devil you're puking up. You going to Hell!"

We had several top dogs fly in early that morning from Pennsylvania to check things out and "preacher" is still going on. I then asked him to quit due to the bosses coming in. He boldly declared "You let them pharisees come in here and I'll shout amongst them devils!!!"

I just rolled my eyes and turned around, because we all know these bosses were-gasp-rich and that just made them "EVIL" to preacher's eyes. What a joke!

I finally left the company and around Christmas of 1995 found preacher again and decided to pay him a visit, don't ask me why, I guess I was in a good mood and needed it spoiled. My folks are with me as we had been Christmas shopping up in Asheville, NC and came back to preachers place in Greenville, SC.

He had friends over and they were decked out in fine clothes and jewelry and he had a "driver" for his new Towncar. Yep, he had gotten in the prosperity teachings alright and had a message for my mother.

He asked mother if she had any children besides me and we all answered my sister. Preacher then tells mom that "your daughter is gonna tell you something in January that only God can bless and know." All of his lackeys were going "Amen. Preach it" right in his own place.

My mother, God love her, definitely didn't heed I John and test the spirits, because she began to weep and go "Oh thank you Jesus" while my dad bowed his head.

I am almost gagging thinking "WTF didn't I just drive on home." After my parents little religious twinkle, preacher then tells his driver to pick us up the following night in the Towncar and drive us to Steak and Ale for dinner on the pastor as a token of his friendship and "appreciation".

Well, no car ever showed up and haven't seen nor heard from him and that was december 95.

Needless to say, my sister didn't drop some "HEAVENLY BOMBSHELL" on us either. I can cringe and laugh about this joke. What a freaking joke he was and probably still is. Some people.

The guy that got sick, to my knowledge, had never led much of a church life. Well, no better way to run him off than by what "preacher man" did.

This same preacher was always looking for a quick buck to. He invited me some insurance seminar presented by Primerica or Prime America or something similar in name.

I will never forget the keynote speaker. "JOB stands for Just Over Broke." to the applause of the room. I just sat there. Nothing more than a glorified Amway meeting.

No doubt. This same guy would tell me all about "lazy" and "dead" members of his church. You know the ones that don't get up and get jiggy with it. He would call them "pathetic" n-words and he was black!!!