"I should've killed myself when he put it in me. But sin never dies. Sin never dies. At first, it was all right. We slept in the same bed, but we never did it. And then, that night, I saw him looking down at me that way. We got down on our knees to pray for strength. I smelled the whiskey on his breath. Then he took me. He took me, with the stink of filthy roadhouse whiskey on his breath, and I liked it. I liked it! With all that dirty touching of his hands all over me.(..) I was weak and backsliding, and now the devil has come home. We'll pray.
Margaret White, Carrie
The full text of the Haggard's letters to the New Life Church can be found here. The letters were read to his congregation on Sunday, Nov. 5, at the 9:00 a.m. and 11:00 a.m. services.
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