Emails from Jericho

Dear Winston,

I am sending this email to update you about the first night of the "Lord, Make it Rain" conference. Let me just tell you! I am so deeply sorry that you are not here because tonight was off the chain! Tonight we had Bishop Jenkins from Arizona and he was on fire! The sanctuary was teeming with people waiting to hear what the man of God had to say to us. I was nervous because we've never hosted a conference this big and there is a huge risk that we would not meet our financial responsibilities. But we collected enough money tonight to settle all our accounts for the next four nights! You can't tell me this isn't a God thang!

Anyway, Bishop's message was about our place in the kingdom as heirs to the throne. Since we are sons and daughters of the King, we have access to all the King's resources. To get these riches, we just have to ask for them. You just have to speak into the natural what is already yours in the spiritual. Man, people were running around claiming all kind of stuff. It was something to see. You know I have been sensing in my spirit that God was calling me to start my own school so I went forward and just claimed that thang!

Anyway, the only bad part about the night was that my car stalled out two blocks from the Dome. You know that's not a good area. The wrath of God was unleashed over there years ago and the people who live there might as well have 'Ichabod' written over their doorposts. As a matter of fact, they should have that tattooed on their foreheads! I was about half a block from where we used to have our evangelistic rallies. I remember the time you were preaching on the corner near the barbershop. You laid into them something serious! But let's be real. That's what those people need. The need to be told that they are sinners and they need to get it together! God is not putting up with their foolishness any longer. You cannot make a mockery of God and not expect Him to blast you. Let me quit. You got me preachin' that thang!

So, I was trying to get my car started when this nasty, bum-looking dude stumbled past me. He actually fell onto the hood of my car. I looked down, saw some blood and tried my hardiest to get the heck out of there! Praise God that as soon as I got back in the car, it started up immediately. It was obvious that God was trying to get me outta there! Somebody from the conference might have driven by, saw me talking to that bum and thought I was buying crack or something! Remember, you gotta abstain from the appearance of evil. I wasn't trying to let my testimony get soiled over some drunk, crackhead. I should have told him to walk away from that thang!

Anyway, it's almost midnight and I have to be up in the morning at six because I'm an armor-bearer for Bishop Popoff tomorrow. I'll talk to you later.

In Him,
Levi