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My First White Pastor Died In His Bathtub From Cancer. My Father Was Never A Member Of The Church We Attended But Mysteriously Died Of Pancreatic Cancer. Finally, My Mother Did Something Extravagant For The Black Church Outside Of The Church Setting. It Was At The Georgia Dome. Same Year, Or The Next Year, My Mother Mysteriously Diagnosed With Stage Four Lung Cancer The Day Before Thanksgiving & The Following Year Her Life Ended Here On Earth. I Believe My Mother Was Here On Earth As A Light To Spread The Gospel. My Mother Never Was Involved In Any Community Events. All She Ever Taught Me Was Good, How To Pray & Praise. I Never Ever Heard My Mother Complain One Time About The Negative Things Some Of Her Children Forced Her To Endure. My Mother Explained To Me Very Well, We Don’t Mix Evil With Good Or Make Hell Be Heaven. My Mother Never Let Us Go Trick Or Treating. She Took Me To Purchase My Favorite Candy And I Would Stay In Then Watch TV All Night While Eating My Candy. She Always Wanted The Best For Me And Never Put Me In Harms Way. I Was Taught How To Respect Everyone’s Authority & Territory. I Represent A Holy Nation & A Royal Priesthood. My Mother’s Concordance Was The Most Precious Thing She’d Given Me. HAVE A BODACIOUS AND MIRACULOUS DAY!