Joshua Viola

The King was in his Counting House.

Reverend Jimmy Joe King never said those words aloud, but he thought them every week, here in the room no one but Jimmy Joe himself was allowed to visit. He spent one perfect hour here every week. The room was a sanctuary built for one, unlike the sanctuary for 36,000 he filled twice every Sunday. Those filled pews — and the couches filled with thousands more who watched Jimmy Joe on TV — paid for the single seat the Counting House held.