Faulty voices

We were fresh out of college and went off to the big city. Our first real jobs were exciting – and stretching.

My buddy invited me to join him for church one Sunday. He was part of a televangelist-focused megachurch. The main preacher loved the spotlights and glory that came with his position. The wall behind the stage was covered with all manner of crutches and braces from people who may or may not have been healed through that ministry.

That preacher was not the kind of guy I liked. His wife...