I Was a Father to the Poor, and I Was a Father to the Fatherless

"My justice was like a robe and a turban. I was eyes to the blind, and feet to the lame," he writes. "I broke the fangs of the unrighteous, and made him drop his prey from his teeth." He adds: 'They do not hesitate to spit at the sight of me because God has loosed my cord and humbled me' The writer's life is now in turmoil as days of affliction have taken hold of him. For more on this story click here.