Hello Guys it’s been awhile, but I hope that you like this story. I changed the name of the characters as well as, the location to protect the individuals. I enjoyed listening to this young woman’s story and it blessed my Soul. I pray that it will bless you too. Be Blessed!
Lady In White
As far back as I can remember the color white always meant ,”Purity and the holiness of God.” I hated the color white ’cause as a chile growing up I’d git my outfit dirty on the way to church. My mother beat me in the church bathroom fore we went into the sanctuary.
At times, Mamma was nice toward me and she’d encouraged me by sayin’, “Baby you are elegant, graceful, and invitin’…One day the men will worship you, and the women will hate you.” She’d continue, “But God will always love you, so hold your head up high.”
Men would swarm around my mother like bees clinging to the sweet juices of honey. Sometimes old cockeyed Joe would make me sit on his lap while mama made us supper. When mama wasn’t payin’ attention he’d stick his hand up my dress and play with me. I’d scream and mama come running out the kitchen with a spoon in her hand, wavin’ at Joe, “Joe leave my baby along.”
She’d tell me, “Hush your noise and go play now. Mama got things to do with Joe.”
As I entered the church, I heard, mamma’s voice ringin’ in my ears, “Men will love you.” I walked down the aisle of the church. Just like mom ma taught me.
She’d say, “Baby a lady ain’t a lady if she don’t at least own one white dress. You got to use what God gave you.”
I saw how people moved away from me just like I had an odor or somethin’. With my head lifted high, I kept walkin’ down that long aisle. I’d swear I was having hot flashes ’cause I felt heat formin’ on the back of my neck. As I reached my seat on the second row, some men stood up, applauded and praised my arrival.
Deacon Tom greeted me on the cheek with a kiss and said, “Your style is elegant, graceful, and invitin’.” He sound just like momma sayin’ that…God rest her soul. His wife Susan smiled and waved at me. I loved these people very much. They were my mom-ma’s closest friends in this town. If it wasn’t for this couple takin’ me in I’d still be layin’ beaten on the side of the road. Dusty Graves beat me nearly to death ’cause I broke it off with him on the account that he’s a married man.
I’d guess you’d say I’d had my share of datin’ married men. They’ll never leave their wife for you. You’ll always be second to the wife, his job, and kids. I guess that’s how it’s suppose to be.
The other men barely looked and smiled at me ’cause their wives threatened to divorce them if they spoke to me. A group of women in the middle section of the church rolled their eyes at me, and whispered, “Who does she think she is?”
“Girl will you hush? She just heard you,” said Fanny Mae the church secretary to Beatrice the town Gossiper.
Beatrice continued, “Ya’ll know she ain’t nothing but a huzzah…just look at her dress.”
Today I didn’t care about the nasty comments or dirty looks. I got to make things right with Jesus. In the past, I ran out of the church crying because I feared their comments. Deacon Tom told me that my focus isn’t on man, but on God.
Although, I’m reminded daily of my past love affairs with married men, and how my mom-ma had every man in town. I am guilty of all of these things, but God loves me anyway.
‘ Somewhere’ between me thinkin’ and dreamin’ Minister Jackson opened up with Prayer. Then he and the choir sang their hearts out. I closed my eyes and rocked my body back and forth. I felt free. I felt like dancin’, and so I danced.
I danced my heart out on the song, “He loves me…oh oh He loves me oh oh He loves me this I know for the Bible tells me so. I felt those women looking at me and I heard them calling me names. I didn’t care.
As usual, Pastor Glen took the mic after the last song. He told everybody to Praise the Lord and shout the name of Jesus. In unison, everyone shouted, “Jesus.”
Then he said, “Saints ya’ll remembers the woman at the well? You know Jesus didn’t care that she slept with every man in the town ’cause he loved her. Ya’ll sit down….you making me preach faster than I wants to”
Everyone took a seat and ‘ol Gossiping Beatrice set at the end of my row rolling her eyes. Pastor Glen continued speaking, “Saints we need to treat one another kindly jist likes Jesus did. How you going to go to heaven if you can’t love one another?”
Pastor Glen jumped down from the pulpit and stood at the front of the church. He didn’t say anything for awhile, and no one moved. Then he said, ” Some of ya’ll don’t know I seen how ugly you’re to this young lady here. He walked over and stood by me. I started feeling embarrassed. “It’s okay darling..hold your head up high ’cause God loves you.”
Then he paced back and forth in the front saying, “Some of ya’ll should be ashamed of yourself callin yourselves Holy, Saints, and People of God. The God I serve love everybody in this place. I ain’t no saint either ’cause fore I got saved Tom found me in that gutter drunk. I smelled bad, but he and his wife took me in. They ministered to preacher man.”
Pastor Glen walked over and hugged Deacon Tom, and Deacon Tom started crying. I ain’t never seen grown men cry, and then I noticed that every man in the church gathered around the Pastor and Deacon Tom.
I started crying and all the women sat in awe. Then Pastor Glen’s voice began to shake into the mic like troubled waters, “You women of this church need to gather round about that baby and love on her. Some of ya’ll mad at her mamma and making her pay for it. God don’t like ugly.
Susan and Beatrice made all the women get up and gather around me. Beatrice started praying over me and the other women joined her. I felt light like a feather floating in the sky. I couldn’t hear the preacher anymore. The women screamed and hollered, “Lawd save her…Lawd touch her.” As crazy as this sounds, I felt peace. I couldn’t tell you everything that they prayed over me, but I felt good.
For the first time I felt love and it was good. God loved a little dirty girl from Valley Springs.