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They told her that God was the one who had her mother. She understood that in order to see her again, she would have to make his acquaintance. So she went to the first place she expected he would be--church. However, what she found there was anything but God. Lies poured out to her from the pulpit that sounded so much like scripture the preachers even fooled themselves. Souls were being ministered to by fueling their bloodstreams with the kind of faith that took them so high they needed detox to come down. The choir director and the musicians asked her to sing songs in A minor while their hands were around her throat, choking the notes from her. It was said that her body was a temple not to be defiled while they used it for their own personal trash receptacles. She was told she was loved as they watched tears fall from her eyes because of the pain they were inflicting. All the while, the pastor lay in wait, preying on whomever he chose to devour. No . . . church was not where Karen found God. Church was where she learned to sin professionally. Round and round, she went spiraling into darkness. The God represented in church could not be the one she was in search of. He had to be bigger and better than this.

Sojourn with Karen as she relives her story. But know God's voice and his Word for yourself so that you are never found caught up in A Sinner's Circle.