The Prophecy

 In 2006 I went to prison for the first time.

One Sunday morning I attended a church service where a visiting pastor named Mother Vincent

was speaking.

I chose to sit quietly in the back of the room because I didn’t want to draw attention to myself.

During the prayer circle she suddenly looked directly at me and asked my name.

Then she told me to come forward.

She placed her hands on my head and began to pray. After praying, she spoke words that I would

never forget.

She said that I belonged to God’s holy family. She told me that I had taken off the robe God had

given me in exchange for money and women, but that God wanted me to put it back on because

He had a calling for my life.

Standing there listening to her words, I began to cry.

At the time I didn’t fully understand what she meant.

But as I thought about the many signs and experiences that had already occurred in my life, her

words began to make sense.

She had just confirmed something that had been unfolding for years.

Looking back now, I see that moment as one of the clearest validations of my purpose.

Matthew 1:22–23

“So all this was done that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the Lord through the

prophet…”

Everything in my life had been leading toward something I could not yet see