For three days and counting, I had consistently prayed with ‘the eleven,’ for that was what I had initially dubbed them, but when father James asked if I could join them, it changed to ‘And there were twelve.’
Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t exempting father James, but he had made it clear to me that the eleven men were actually Reverend fathers God had told him to hand pick and hone, so him inviting me to join them would make it twelve. Father James was our leader and were under him, so to say.
I was so pleased with myself when I agreed and became one of them that I almost forgot to pray. I felt important and full of purpose.
A lot of things began to happen once I joined them in prayer. I noticed things had begun to change with me. The changes were subtle, at first, but they later becam
