Or maybe Reverend Jackson took advantage of a congregation bound so tight to the old church at the fork in the road by tradition and tribulations that they closed their eyes and turned their heads from the red in the church ledger. Perhaps they thought the red would change to black like the water turned to wine. Meanwhile, Reverend Jackson lived in one of the biggest houses in the county. Hallelujah, Titus thought.
Preach, because not all good prophets are great prophets thee coul be in disguise!
