It seemed that I was walking in a vapor or a protected cloud during my childhood. The Lord would allow me to see things about people. I kept John 3:16 and17 in my mind all the time, and "honor thy father and mother that your days would be long upon the earth." Not that I wanted to live long on the earth, not in the conditions I was living under, but I wanted to be obedient to God. So when the abuse came God gave me strength to endure it. He made me stronger through what I was going through. I would run home during lunch and read revelations and go back to school. When I got pregnant, I didn’t understand much about it, I remember the doctor asking what was I going to do with it. I responded "play with it." My mother took me home crying all the way. When we got there she tried to make me take turpentine and sugar, to bring my period down. Something inside told me not to take it. I told my mother, "If God wants me to have this baby I was going to have it"

I didn’t know about generational curses, but the Lord had let me understand that my mother and all of the females on my mothers’ side, (my grandmother on my fathers side was an abusive alcoholic) had all had children before they were sixteen, and they were all miserable. I asked God to brake that cycle in my child. He did. My daughter graduated High School before she had her first child, and was the first to graduate college (on the deans honor roll I might add).

When I came to Junction City and went through some situations and ended back in Chicago, with my father and his girlfriend. Some crisis happened, which were not unusual for "gangsters", I got shot in my head with bullets meant for my father. I still carry those pellets to this day. I was pregnant with my second child and I wasn’t fifteen yet. My mother sent my oldest brother to bring me back to Junction City after the child was born. I met my first husband. I had believed that I wanted children, but not the man, because it was too much for children to have to endure. He and I made a deal and we got married and we went to Germany after some trials. The Jehovah Witnesses would knock on my door all the time. They spoke English so; I would talk with them which lasted about 3 years. I continued to hustle and everything else I was taught all my life, but I never wanted to be baptized with them, and that kept me from joining them.

When I came back to the States, we settled in El Paso, TX. The Kingdom Hall was so different there that I stopped studying with them. I stayed married for another couple of years then divorced. Some things happened; I remarried, moved to Warren, OH then to Manhattan, KS with my brother that had gotten ran over. I no longer attending church by then and I had three children, but only one, my oldest was living with me. One day, I went to look for my brother over at his friends’ house. When I there, I had my two little nephews on each hand and I heard scuffling as I approached the door. His friend told me to go back; he had a gun pointed at my brothers’ head, and if I didn’t go back, he would pull the trigger. I didn’t know what to do. If I left and he pulled the trigger, my brother may die and I wouldn’t be there for him. If I stayed and he pulled the trigger, my nephews would see their dad get killed. All I could think to do was pray. I started praying and crying and calling on God. He showed up. When I got off my knees, my brother was running down behind his house. His friend pulled the trigger, and the gun went off. The bullet went through the neighbors’ house. But God let me know that he is a right now God.

I didn’t go to church after that. I did take a part in a play at the Ebony Theater at Kansas State University, where my mother and brother were attending. I went to Crum’s Beauty College for Cosmetology. The play was about the exodus from the south to Kansas with Pap Singleton, called "Methuselah’s Children." I played a deacons wife and one of the lines in the play was "come Sunday, Lord’s will, I be there." There was a real deacon at this church, who kept inviting me to come. So to get him off my back I gave him the same line. Sunday came and I was up unusually early, so I went to church. When I got there my brother came, my mother, and even my grandmother who lived in Junction City, about 17 miles away came. When the preacher extended the invitation it seemed like I was carried on air down the isle. The preacher asked me what would I like to do in the church and I told him whatever the Lord wanted me to do, so I was made a Sunday School teacher. (I had remarried again, to an African, who didn’t go to church in the summertime. He joined and went to seminary and is preaching today in a historical church in Kansas City, MO)

I received awesome training at a Full Gospel church, and I learned spiritual warfare at an Apostolic Church while living in Leavenworth, KS. In Topeka, at a CME(Christian Methodist Episcopal) is where I accepted my calling and I served as an associated pastor, Missionary President, Sunday School Superintendent, Church Administrative Assistant, Secretary and Youth Preacher. I have been under the care of United Methodist Church for a while. I also have a prison ministry.

Angela Marie Waters born in Chicago, IL in April of 1956 oldest living of six siblings. (A Church of God and Christ), who preached fire and brimstone, had a few members, but they prayed all the time, long prayers. My siblings and I would fall asleep listening to them pray. One day I snuck down to Second Baptist Church one day while my mother and father were fighting and sat in the back of the church. When I saw the choir march in I wanted to go with them, Up to Jesus. They told me I couldn’t go with them then, but there would be a time in the service when I could join the church. When that time came, I went down for baptism, and I was baptized soon after that, I was about 10 or 11.

As time went on, we moved, my mother had more children, the abuse continued, and my father continued his illegal activities. I got pregnant. One day we left Kansas with a car full of Marijuana and we took it to Chicago to sell. My father got busted and he met this woman who had three children and we ended up staying there for a while. I met one of my fathers’ friends who were 25 and a Muslim. He tried to show me the ways of Allah and how we needed to have our own place in this country etc. I began listening to get an understanding about what he believed. I went to the Mosque one day, with my daughter. They searched us from head to toe and even my baby. I remember thinking, why would God, who was almighty, not be able to protect his people. I never went back after that incident, and I stopped wearing the garb.

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