I got divorced, which was not a good thing for a revivalist minister. It did not go down well. I'd already been banned from a couple churches for my jokes. So one day I woke up and decided it was time to start living for myself.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I came from a very loving home, had a happy life with no great aspirations, but going to the seminary changed me. There was a chunk of my childhood missing. Once I'd realised it wasn't for me, I still felt a tremendous pressure to continue for fear of letting everybody down.
I had a big event in my personal life. Then I reevaluated and started going to theology class, and then I found my husband.
As a pastor, I've spent 30 years talking to people and heard every kind of story imaginable.
When I walked out of the seminary, I was 31, but I was like a scared, frightened kid. I had no place to live, no license, no clothes. I was just a lost soul.
I just loved being divorced from my own wretchedness.
I was reared in the church, in the Presbyterian Church.
I was married to someone who wanted me to change. Become more adult, more responsible. I began not to like myself, not like what I do. I lost my identity. Everything began collapsing around me.
When I gave my life to the Lord, I thought I'd be a preacher.
I'm a conductor of revivals. The only minister in the whole package. Little Richard, the evangelist.
I look back to when I got divorced in the late 1970s. When that happened, I was so broken up. After that, I decided to seek God for my life and my next marriage.