The one with the text…
The year before my dad died, a friend of mine went to see my mother about marrying me. The guy had said it several times that he would see my mother first, then go to the village to see my father. I didn’t pay any attention because he was never even an option. In fact, if God himself had come to me in a dream and told me that this my friend was pregnant and the baby was the son of God, I still wouldn’t have considered him. That’s how much of a non-option he was. Anyway, he didn’t tell…
