He takes his sweet time. Bishop T.D. Jakes is in the 10th minute of a marathon sermon to 22,500 men in the Tropicana Field in St. Petersburg, Fla. Today's text is Genesis 1, in which God, famously, talks to himself. Jakes, a large man dressed in an eye-catching beige leisure ensemble, appears to be doing the same. He is strolling meditatively across the stage, his baritone voice set at low rumble, and his thoughts at first seem so loose and free-associative that he cannot make it through a seven-word divine utterance. "And God said, 'Let us. Let usssssss...'" says Jakes, and...
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