The serial Christian killer gets captured Out of nowhere Big Mamma received a disturbing telephone call from this David demanding a million dollars for the whereabouts of my sister Faith's body. He said on the telephone to Big Mamma. I heard you were Christian folks with lots of money. I am tired of killing, and running from city to city, and state to state it's time for me to settle down. Big Mamma said how do I know my child is alive? I want to speak with her. The man said she's probably not alive, but you do want the body to have her proper burial, so you Christian folks can talk about how she made it home to Jesus right. Big Mamma said sir you will have your money by tomorrow morning, but don't down play the God I serve please. David the serial killer said okay, but no police or I will destroy the body. You will never be able to have your little home going. He gave Big Mamma instructions. He said I want four hundred thousand dollars sent to two different account numbers. He gave Big Mamma the account numbers. But he needed her to deposit two hundred thousand in each account, but not in the same hour. Big Mamma said Mr. I can't understand what you're trying to say. He said you better try and comprehend, because if you do not you will be sorry, Mrs. Minnie Burnett. Big mamma said well now young man you have me at a disadvantage, because you know my name and I do not know yours, or should I call you David Stevens. He said angrily don't fuck with me, old lady! Big mamma said okay sir calm down, I'm sorry for antagonizing you. He said I want one deposit made at 5:00 PM when most banks are closed. The other deposit made at 6; 00 PM. Are we clear? Big Mamma said yes I am clear. He said if I even think there is a trace on this money not only will I destroy your sweet child's body, but you will never be able

This is a novel about a young African American brother and his family who experienced many problems in life. This novel is fiction, and it is not factual in any way form or fashion. I had a hard life growing up as an African American male, but this novel does not tell any true story. It is fictionalfor entertainment purposes only. I am writing this book so people could have hope. I truly believe sometimes in this life many of us are doomed by bad fate. Because of trials and tribulations, we lose our faith in God. We end up believing a change will never come. I hope this novel will inspire you to never give up on your dreams or anything you want in life. This novel is dedicated to my dear and departed mother, Catherine Miller. She was my hero. I have been inspired by many people, such as the Jackson singing family, John H. Johnson, Tyler Perry, E. Lynn Harris, Langston Hughes, Paul Robeson, Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X., Les Brown, and Denzel Washington. A special thanks to Lois Britton and Devell Porter, who are dear friends of mine. I hope you will enjoy When My Season Comes.

Are you single? Has your heart been broken? Are you tired of one failed relationship after another? Are you unhappy in your present state? Are you looking for answers? Have you been searching for purpose? Are you seeking deliverance? Do you feel unwanted? Deprived? Unloved? God has a word for you. You are not alone. He is faithful, loving and committed. God loves you!!!

The tears that flowed from Calvary were not those of an angry man but of a lonely man. A man forsaken by both God and man. All through the valley, his eyes were set on the mountain, on the joy that would be his. The valley is not the end of the road. It is simply a land surrounded by mountains. We all experience the ups and downs of life, and most times we feel like breaking out in tears. It is not a sign of weakness to cry while going through tough times. Even Jesus wept. The promise is that weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning. It takes faith to walk through the valley and maintain a positive attitude. Keep your eyes on the mountain while your tears are flowing in the valley, for you shall rise again. "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me." (Psalm 23v4)