“Look, none of us are from perfect families. Of my three sons, my youngest is most like I used to be. He got in some trouble and was sent to the Ferguson Unit. Ferguson is and always has been a gladiator farm. When his mother told me he was there, I prayed for my boy. The next letter I received said my boy met this Field Minister named Kewana, . . .
my classmate and good friend, and that he was good and in good hands. Tell me that our God is great and I’ll testify to that all day long.”