Amen.

Come on, I'm honored that you were standing for me, but I didn't wake you up this morning,

and I didn't put breath in your lungs.

Is there anybody who's grateful that the presence of the living God would visit us this morning?

Amen.

God, we give your name praise. God, we magnify you. You can be seated.

I originally, I grew up in Boston, Massachusetts. Worship was electric, by the way. Come on. This house

knows how to praise. I feel like I'm in a room with worshippers.

Come on.

I'm originally from Boston, Massachusetts, but I moved down to the south.

About 10 years ago, I repented of snow and got down to the south, okay?

And when I was living in Boston, Massachusetts, can I be honest, I never saw a gun in my life.

Nobody had a firearm, nobody.

Northerners don't do that.

That is not what they do.

But then I came down south.

Everybody named Mama-in-law had guns when I moved down south.

And I was at my friend Anderson's house, and Anderson had a gun for his hip, a gun Anderson's house and Anderson had a gun for his hip,

a gun for his ankle. He had a gun for his wife, Pagabook. He had a hunting rifle because I learned

real fast. We eat Bambi down here, okay? But he had a shotgun to protect his house. I remember

asking Anderson. I went from seeing zero guns to nine guns in one moment. I didn't know.

My northern brain didn't know how to process this information. I didn't know if this man was

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