Come Sunday Page #2

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Okay?

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah, just go on up. I'll be right there.

Okay.

We had a great turnout

this morning.

- Full house.

- That's great.

That was a beautiful sermon today.

Thank you.

We ought to book you

on some transatlantic flights.

You'd get the whole plane saved.

Sounds like you had aproductive trip.

Carlton?

You ready? We're scheduled

back to back today.

Let's do it.

Da?

Da?

Da?

Okay, Julian.

More greens on that plate.

Maj is down.

Do you want me

to pack your bag for tomorrow?

No, I already packed, baby.

Empty your pockets, sir.

Step through.

There you go.

Oh, man, it's good to see you.

Tell me, Uncle Quincy. Tell me.

I want to know the whole story.

I've been praying a lot.

Yeah, thinking.

I... I guess y'all praying for me

actually worked.

They got you a church down here?

Yeah, they got that nice little church.

Yeah, about a mile from here.

- Good Shepherd.

- Good Shepherd.

Bus pick us up every Sunday.

- Praise God.

- Yeah. Praise God.

Six weeks.

Six weeks, you're out, Uncle Quincy.

Yeah.

There's something else.

They found drugs in my room.

It wasn't mine, but that ain't the point.

They're gonna revoke my parole.

Six years.

But my PO tells me you can help.

I mean, if you write a letter

to the board...

Who you are and all...

the people you know,

maybe they let it slide.

Is this why you asked me here?

- No, it's not why. I told you...

- No, you told me you wanted to get saved.

Yeah, I do.

Hey, Carly? Hey, man.

I had this vision.

I mean, it's so clear and beautiful.

When did your PO tell you

about this letter?

Oh, Carly.

No, no.

When did he tell you about this letter?

Two weeks.

Before you called me?

Six years, Carly.

Doesn't matter if it's six years or sixty.

The way you live, you're going to hell,

and that's forever.

Then get me saved.

I can't save you to help you

with the parole board.

- It's not the way it works.

- Can't do this kind of time anymore, man.

- Hell, I'll be 76 when I get out of here.

- I'll come back.

I'll help you through it.

But you got to do the work.

I want to help you, Uncle Quincy.

I do.

This is the only way I know.

Eh...

- I still love you, boy.

- Yeah.

I love you, Uncle Quincy. I do.

Always, always.

Remember who you get your charm from.

Carlton? You okay?

- Thanks for seeing me, Chief.

- God bless you, son.

Richard.

- Good to see you, Carlton.

- You too.

Of course, he's your uncle

and you love him dearly.

No, it's not just Uncle Quincy, it's...

half the people I grew up with

and their kids.

They're all going

in the wrong direction, backsliding.

What did I do about it?

I feel like I...

ran from home and spent my life

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