
It was a warm summer day in Long Island City, an area of Queens just across the river from Manhattan. My companion and I were on our way to an appointment in the Queens Bridge Projects when we stopped to talk to two older ladies on their way back home from the grocery store.
“Hi, I’m Elder Merrill, and we’re out here to tell people that we have a living prophet on this earth today. Would you be interested in hearing more about that?”
With frightening directness, one of the women turned to me and asked, “Oh really, a prophet? What’s he been prophesying lately?”
I probably stood slack-jawed for a decent 5 seconds before the next words tumbled uncontrollably out of my mouth:
“Drugs are bad.” [Read more…]
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