When a man of God dies, many say he has been called home. Some say he has finished his course, but I think it is over.
Looking at Apostle Zack's tombstone, I do not know what to believe or hold true. His wife is crying in the corner, clutching the living daylights out of her daughter, Grace.
Apostle Zack was my mentor; he picked me up from the street when my father passed.
Did I say pass? When he tried to beat me up after drinking himself to drunkenness. That night, I lost.....I lost...
No, don't think of it.
Today was about Apostle Zack, and I might as well give him that honor