The Lovechild by Ashea S. Goldson

Author:Ashea S. Goldson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2013-06-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-one

Makaeli

Everyone at Calvary Missionary Deliverance Church looked happy. The ushers greeted me at the door wearing their stoic white uniforms, stockings and white gloves. The deacons, missionaries and church mothers sat on opposite sides of the front row. The quaint sanctuary was welcoming with its fluffy dark gray carpet and silver accents. The cushioned seats were softer than I remembered them.

The choir sang their hymns in harmony, rocking back and forth in their burgundy-and-gray robes. Their voices boomed like thunder against the stained glass windows, and the rhythm was familiar to me. They sang “Our God is an Awesome God.” Clapping didn’t seem as natural as it used to, but I did it anyway.

Well, Lord, I’m here. Now what?

Sitting next to me was a lady in her mid sixties with a huge red feathered hat. Whenever she shouted “hallelujah!” her chestnut brown wig rose around the edges of her silver gray hair. People were steadily fanning. What a spectacle.

Then a younger group came up to sing; three women and two men dressed in matching orange-and-brown outfits . Two of the women, obviously in their early twenties, wore caps on top of their braided extensions. The third woman wore nothing on top of her curly ’do. Both the men and the women wore brown boots and brown leather blazers. I wasn’t used to this kind of youthful, hip look in church, but I liked it. They sang a song about God being a refuge, which I didn’t recognize but that was understandable considering the length of time I was away from church.

Taking in all of the details, including the colors and fabrics that the congregation wore, kept me mildly amused. But mostly I waited for God to speak through Pastor Brown.

His six foot seven inch frame towered over the maple wood pulpit as he grabbed hold of the microphone. As usual, the Word was enticing yet firm.

“‘There is no fear in love, but perfect love casteth out all fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.’ I John 1:18. I want to talk about how some of you are afraid today, living in the past, afraid of the future. Can I get an amen? Jesus came to us with God’s great love that we read about in Ephesians 3:19,” Pastor Brown said.

Pastor Brown preached, broke it down in many different ways. When the sermon was over, the congregation roared with hallelujahs and amens. The organ chimed in and the Holy Ghost took hold of the choir.

At the end of the service, just as I was about to sneak down the aisle, Pastor Brown came up to me and shook both my hands.

“How have you been, sweetie?” Pastor Brown said.

“Just fine, thanks,” I said.

“It’s good to have you back at Calvary Missionary, Sister Hunt.” Pastor Brown gave me that deep-dimpled smile.

“I’m surprised you remember me. It’s been so long,” I said.

“Yes indeed, it has, but I never forget a young person’s face. Especially a young person that was once on fire for the Lord.

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