 My mother walked into my room, sat on my bed, and blurted, they said your daddy is dead. Within less than an hour, our home was filled with church members and relatives from my mother's side of the family. There was wailing and screaming and crying. Someone somewhere was threatening to throw herself in the gutter. It felt like a movie. My theatrics were different, though. No tears, no words. I went to my room, took my Bible, opened it up to Genesis chapter 1, and I began to tear it.