Day 2 We ended the first night unlike any night I’d ever spent in Nashville, on the steps of the Ryman Auditorium caught up in the power and comradery of praise and worship. We had the opportunity to learn the tremendous and tragic story of the Ryman. The fact that sin-soaked Nashville had been established in lawlessness and lucrative carnal satisfaction of every kind and the one man who was called to preach the word in a contemporary Sodom had the Spirit of the Most High so

A heavy sigh of uneasiness escaped from my lips. Though my soul was at peace with sending the mysterious “Ian” my information, I was completely oblivious to the gravity meted out by my action. My little email flung out into the digital void of cyber space was the first step towards an experience that would forever change my approach to ministry and quake the very foundations of my soul. Hi, I am Femi and I’m an artist. Respond “Hi, Femi. Join the group. We’re all artists here