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I had a little New Testament that I used to bury in the ground. That was the only thing I had to read and I didn’t want them to take it from me.
One day he comes home and says, “After a careful examination of the Old Testament I am a follower of Jesus.” Talk about something blowing your mind.
They had read an article in the Tampa Tribune newspaper about my Yoga classes at four universities. They knew I was a seeker of truth, hungry for reality.
He would tell us horror stories about Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez. He told how unhappy they were and how they would fight and throw expensive dishes in their world of chaos.
She said, “You can’t speak about Jesus at the funeral.” “I said, “Mom, it's not your place to tell me that. This is dad's funeral. I was asked by my brothers. You divorced him. You don't have this right.
My Dad said; “But son, were you water baptized?” I said; “Yes I was Dad.” And he said; “Jeff, you’re not my son anymore. What you have done to your people, you are worse than Adolf Hitler.” He said; “You are no longer welcome...
As I came out I heard her singing “Jesus loves me.” The faster she rocked, the louder she sang. My parents heard her and we were kicked out of the house.
That’s the key thing here and when someone says they’re gay or homosexual, that is now saying; “That is my identity.”
It would take me thirty minutes to work up the courage to say a word. I was just so inwardly petrified. I would have the bible at the corner of the East Village grill and I just couldn’t open my mouth. It was crazy.
And God clearly said; “You are going to die this year.” I remember it scared me.