Sin and Redemption, pt. III

By the beginning of 1999 I found myself in a small pentecostal church on the back roads of Van Zandt County, Texas. The pastor at this church believed that God wanted him to hold church services every single night of that year. Somehow, I started playing the piano for these services. For the better part of six months I was in that church, on that piano bench every single night without missing a single service.

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I come with a lot of baggage

I had a conversation with my dad for the first time in a really long time on Christmas Eve.

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