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I love church. Been attending since I was a kid. I was one of those kids that you never had to force to get dressed and ready for church, I’ll just go and embrace the word. But I’ve found myself falling out of the loop quite recently and one man is responsible for it. It was the pastor at the church I had started to attend who while I was breastfeeding my baby, found it appropriate to not only take a gander at my nipples but to talk about how God had delivered him from the spirit of lust. As they say, confession is good for the soul and I acknowledge that and tried to move on conversation wise. Unfortunately this pastor couldn’t get past my breasts. He kept looking and looking and I felt quite uncomfortable about it. Finally, time came for him to leave. At least so I thought. He kept returning saying that he had forgotten his car keys, his jacket and whatever else. “Call me when you want to hang out” he told me finally. I never did because quite frankly a female should have accompanied him. I have since changed my telephone number and cut ties with him.