As you know, I haven't been around for the past month. About a week before Christmas, I was stressing over the lack of funds for our Presents for Pastors program, where the community comes together to collectively reward our hard-working pastors with special luxury gifts for Christmas. It seems our parishoners had to go Scrooge on us this year, coming up with BS excuses like "I got laid off" and "my wife needs cancer treatment" to skimp on their donations. So, THANK YOU for not rewarding Pastor Zeke with that marble bathroom that he wanted. 
Anyways, the stress was getting to me and I started getting heart palpitations. I was taken to Freehold Memorial and it was determined my arteries were clogged severely. These quack doctors said it was because of my heavy diet of bacon and cheese and not the Devil trying to trip me up because he doesn't like how I spread the Good News to the world. So I had my private jet fly me to Cedars-Sinai in Los Angeles for open-heart surgery, just in case. Now, I know I was healed by prayer. The surgery didn't have much to do with healing my heart. It was just a precautious measure. After all, I had all of Landover Baptist praying for me to recover....and I recovered...isn't that enough proof that God answers your prayers?
And to a couple people, who will remain nameless, no I am not a hypocrite for telling you to withhold medical treatment for you or your loved ones and instead give that money to the Presents for Pastors fund. All you need is prayer. That's what healed me. You think a bunch of Ivy League Jews with X-acto knives tinkering around with my heart actually healed me? Seriously?
Well, I'm back on my feet again. And I thank Jesus for allowing me to live another day. It's good to be back, brothers and sisters.

Anyways, the stress was getting to me and I started getting heart palpitations. I was taken to Freehold Memorial and it was determined my arteries were clogged severely. These quack doctors said it was because of my heavy diet of bacon and cheese and not the Devil trying to trip me up because he doesn't like how I spread the Good News to the world. So I had my private jet fly me to Cedars-Sinai in Los Angeles for open-heart surgery, just in case. Now, I know I was healed by prayer. The surgery didn't have much to do with healing my heart. It was just a precautious measure. After all, I had all of Landover Baptist praying for me to recover....and I recovered...isn't that enough proof that God answers your prayers?
And to a couple people, who will remain nameless, no I am not a hypocrite for telling you to withhold medical treatment for you or your loved ones and instead give that money to the Presents for Pastors fund. All you need is prayer. That's what healed me. You think a bunch of Ivy League Jews with X-acto knives tinkering around with my heart actually healed me? Seriously?
Well, I'm back on my feet again. And I thank Jesus for allowing me to live another day. It's good to be back, brothers and sisters.

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