Born a Crime

That night I went to bed and I
got absolutely butchered by
mosquitoes. Mosquitoes love to
feast on me, and when I was a kid it
was bad. They would destroy me at
night. I would wake up covered
with bites and feel ill to my stomach
and itchy all over. Which was
exactly what happened this
particular Sunday morning.
Covered with mosquito bites, my
stomach bloated with custard and
jelly, I could barely get out of bed. I
felt like I was going to vomit. Then
my mom walked in.
“Get dressed,” she said. “We’re
going to church.”
“I don’t feel well.”
“That’s why we’re going to
church. That’s where Jesus is going
to heal you.”