Bluebird Meadows of Stevensville, Michigan

One of the tenants was in the front lobby, checking a mail box. Adam addressed her, "Excuse me, could you tell me where we might find Jamahl Washington?"

The middle-aged woman looked at Adam and then the others who were trickling in the front door. "Go to 402 - but be careful!" she warned.

Adam quickly found the stairs and began the ascent to the fourth floor. "Don’t you just love how a couple flights of stairs can help you fill the depths of your lungs with oxygen?" Adam remarked to the pastor and the others. "Too many people take the act of breathing for granted - but it’s one of God’s great designs - gives our blood the oxygen it needs while getting rid of our waste gasses."

At last they were on the fourth floor. Adam stood in front of the door marked ‘402’ and knocked. After a period of silence, Adam knocked again. Finally a deep voice responded behind the closed door "Yeah! Who’s there?"

Adam answered "Some of God’s children. We have come for Jamahl Washington."

The voice answered back "Uhm . . . Jamahl’s not here today - sorry. Maybe you could come back sometime."

Adam kept the pressure up "Mr. Washington, your sentry down below died minutes ago at the hand of God when he tried to pull a gun on me. I think you had better open your door so we can talk."

Some footsteps could be heard inside the apartment as it sounded like someone was going to a window to look out. A muffled woman’s voice could be heard shouting across the apartment "It’s Billy! He’s gone!"

After some more commotion inside the apartment, the door cracked open. "What you want with me?" asked a deep voice.