A Pastor’s Fantasy by A.Dakala

Reverend Benjamin Jones was an ex drug dealer who changed his life from serving the streets to serving the pulpits, spreading the good word from the good book to anyone that would listen. He managed to even convince local drug dealers, pimps and pushers to attend church services on Sunday mornings to listen to him spread the gospel. The streets made him look at life differently but his knowledge of the streets and his character of being a mindful hustler never changed.

So, married and single women of the church always had an eye for a good looking man wearing priceless suits; standing behind the pulpit in full control.

There was one sister of the church , Gloria Mims who did not seem amused by the gliss and glam of the fast talking Pastor and always kept to herself. She definitely was a head turner herself but some what of a mystery to the men of the church. Not to mention she hasn’t missed a sunday service yet and paid her dues faithfully. I’ve heard that some of the church members were gossiping about her being a big time hustlers ex-wife who’s now serving 25 years in prison for murder.

Nevertheless, she was very noticeable, always by herself and never smiles. No rings on her finger so it was unclear if she was married of dating.

This Sunday in church is the Pastor’s appreciation luncheon and all week the church members has been preparing to surprise Pastor Jones with a few gifts of appreciation. Every thirsty hethan who wanted to get close to Pastor Jones was volunteering to do something on the church committee. Some of these ladies were young and old, deaf and blind and unqualified to even be a girlfriend to beetlejuice.

The event started at 3 o’clock this evening with special guest speakers from Texas and a parking full of thirsty hethans pretending to be Christians.

Gloria was contemplating if she should attend the event to show her gratitude and appreciation for a new church home she was blessed to be a part of or stay out of the serpent’s pit full of venomous snakes. God was motivating her to attend and not let anyone steal her joy.

That evening Gloria walked into the church event center and you could see the bulge of eyeballs behind dark shades of men and  teeth sucking from female haters as Gloria walked to the ushers like a thoroughbred Megan the stallion. Pastor Jones noticed too as his lips were moving but no words came out in the middle of a congregational greeting………..