When We Complain, We Remain. When We

God Doesn't Want His People To Go Second-class.

I Think - There's Always Going To Be A Percentage Of People Who Maybe Aren't As Good As Others.

When We Complain, We Remain. When We Whine, We Stay Behind. When We Praise, We Raise.

To Try To Raise A Son From Inside The Prison Walls Is A Very Difficult Thing. But I Want To Say To The World My Son At 16 Was The One Who Tried The Most To Get Me Out Of Prison.

I Sorrowfully Acknowledge That Seven Years Ago.... I Was Wickedly Manipulated By Treacherous Former Friends And Colleagues Who Victimized Me With The Aid Of A Female Confederate. They Conspired To Betray Me Into A Sexual Encounter At A Time Of Great Stress In My Marital Life.... I Was Set Up As Part Of A Scheme To Co-opt Me And Obtain Some Advantage For Themselves Over Me In Connection With Their Hope For Position In The Ministry.