Bishop of The Sinners Assembly, I greet you.
My fellow sinner, I hope you sinned less this week?
My Lord Bishop, you know that we are all sinners, daily striving towards perfection. You overcome this sin, another stand sentry, tempting you.
I understand you, my co-traveler, we need Grace, for by our strength, we can accomplish nothing. But do not use Grace as a cloak to mask your unwillingness to daily repent and be disciplined to strive.
Thank you, My Lord Bishop. Bishop, I brought you a thank you offering.
That is thoughtful of you. You know we labourers in the Lord’s vineyard are often neglected because we don’t drive big cars, wear gangster designers and fly first class. We took our humility from Master Jesus and other humble Great Masters before us, who lit the light and pointed us to the right direction. 
My Bishop, it is a Versace shirt and slippers to match. You will dazzle at the next Sinners Convention, Davido and all his bling-bling cannot shine near you, even Bona Boy’s tattoo, will look like ringworm, if you step up.
Thanks for your thoughtful gift. But I don’t need it. I, your Bishop, I am not in competition with anybody and I need not to dress like a Greek Chief Priest, to look good. More also, the best things in life, are free and best enjoyed naked.
Bishop, you have cum again. Person buy you gift, you turn spiritual unto common fashion. Guy, loosen up.
I can understand your hurt. But have you taken time to look at Versace logo? What do you see?
It is Medusa. Do you know what it means?
My son, signs and symbols rule the world. You wear a lot of things out of ignorance but ignorance of spiritual forces, doesn’t mean they will spare you their wrath.
You carry big phone, and Google is free. Learn.
