A Storm in the Pulpit by A.Dakala

Pastor Derek Bates was well known in the community as a dedicated church leader; who counseled single men and women and married couples in building a love relationship amongst God. His ministry seem to be very successful and has been publicized up and down the west coast uplifting troubled relationships into healthy spiritual leaders.

Church on sundays at times seem like an arena of speed dating. Everyone was looking for that man of God or God fearing woman to build a strong relationship with; especially when it’s started in Gods house, around God’s people and translated by God’s words. Of course no man is perfect and we can often lead a horse to water but we can’t make him drink. Brother Derek had lead many women to the waters to drink; but many were unaware of the contamination embedded deep in his soul. He would often fill in for Pastor Wilbert Hall the church’s Lead Pastor, who spends a lot of his time over the summers; traveling conducting missionary work.

Over the past few months, some church members have notice on a couple of occassions different women joining him in the congregation. But this one particular female that someone in the congregation recognized by the name Storm; has been with him at church for the past eight weeks straight. Pastor Bates has yet to introduce her to any of the church members and this sunday he will be preaching the word in Pastor Hall’s absence. Of course there wasn’t any concrete evidence that anyone knew Storm and the only time she has been seen is at church getting out of her new snow white Maserati.

Sister Gloria Williams says she spotted the two in Walmart Tuesday evening buying gift cards for the church annual raffle give away. She passed the young woman pushing a buggy down aisle three; she spoke to her but never received a cracked of a smile back. Pastor has always been attracted to those big butt coke bottle figured women; add her name to his list. Pastor Bates recognized and acknowledged her as well as introducing Stormy as a part of United Baptist Church of God’s newest family member. “So sister you are considering joining us or you have joined us?” said sister Gloria. Storm just smiled as she looked up at Pastor Bates, queuing him to intervene; as words fumbled out of his mouth. Sister Gloria said she either just left the gym, headed to the gym or that was a weekend outfit she had on because her titties did more talking than her mouth. Sister Gloria wanted to take off her shaw she was wearing and give it to her to wrap up what God gave her. Pastor had on jeans and his signature church shoes looking like a pimp out of a GQ magazine. He seem to be in a rush and almost cut off the conversation until sister Gloria heard her name being called over the store’s intercom system to pick up her car from getting a oil changed. Sometimes Sister Gloria stretches the truth a little so there’s no telling what she saw or didn’t see. It may not have even been Pastor Bates.

So that Sunday morning in church all of the nosey church ushers and part of the Deacons on the church boars, couldn’t wait to see who Pastor Bates had with him. So they all piled up on the first three rows to get a glimpse at Pastor Bates mystery woman. “A man with no kids, never been married; got to… be playing house with a full glass of milk” said sister Annie.

The congregation was prompted to stand as Pastor Bates made his way from the back of the church to the front. As the congregation looked on, none of them saw Stormy walk across the stage and sat behind the Pulpit. Pastor Bates walks up the steps and greets her with a kiss on the cheek and shakes the other two guest sitting up there too; hands. Women started looking at each other, roll eyes and Stormy sat there proud with her head held high as if she was the first lady; clutching her Louie Vitton purse. Then Pastor Bates wanted make an church announcement to the concongregation. Everyone was whispering. The usher haters were still, staring at Stormy side ways. “How dare he brings this side chic in the house of the Lord and parade her around us Christian folks like this is a circus.” said sister Pauline.

“Its been a great honor to fill in for Pastor Hall over the years, unfortunately he will not be returning to United Baptist Church of God; he has been called by the Lord to serve a higher purpose christ.” “So its a privilege and honor to introduce to you; United Baptist’s new Leading Pastor, Evangelist Stormy Sterling!

“God had other plans” by A.Dakala

Everyone in the city of Atlanta was so excited about the Super bowl on Sunday. The entire city wore black and red on that Friday before the game. We even had pre-super bowl pot luck at the job, lots of food; you would have thought it was thanksgiving day.

The night before I had took a laxative and as I was leaving the conference room I made a dash for the men’s bathroom. I totally forgot I took those pills, but my stomach quickly reminded me after the second plate of spicy chicken wings and bake beans.  I was sitting in the bathroom all comfortable and like at home, I pulled out my cellphone to surf the internet enjoying the silence, except for the blower that was turned on.

My mom’s name appeared as an incoming call, it was unlike her to call during the day like that, because normally she would call or text me early in the morning. Once I answered and before she could even open her mouth to say anything, my heart fluttered as if something was wrong. “Anthony, Shawn is in the Trauma unit, they just coded her” she said. “What you mean coded her?”, I replied. “They coded her, they don’t have a pulse and they putting her on a breathing machine”.  Not only did I instantly go into shock mode, but my emotions started to get the best of me. I could barely stop my legs from shaking on the toilet. I saw losing my sister Shawn flash before me in seconds, I could not imagine life without her, my mother, father or brother.  She’s the baby of the family.

I went to sit at my desk to catch my breath; one of the ladies in the office saw the pain through my eyes and asked if I was okay.  I did my best in a crackling voice to explain to her, but the trying to talk and gasp for air at the same time was like being scared unexpectedly.  She ran quickly to my manager and he came over to my office and said pack your things I will take you home. I told him I will be okay, I have to go get my sons and drive to South Carolina. He was worried that I couldn’t drive in a emotional state, but i got myself together enough to make it out of the office into my car. I wanted to release all the anger I had inside, so my steering wheel got a beat down like a five second Mike Tyson fight.

I called everyone in my house an explained what was going on and they all was ready to pack and leave.

So i got the family in the car and we are on the road and this is where things got fuzzy for me. It was a three hour drive to South Carolina and until this day, i don’t remember nothing about the drive there. I couldn’t tell you nothing about the conversations in the car, how fast I was going; i do know i wasn’t speeding. I prayed and talked to God the entire road trip and re-assured me that my sister would be just fine. I was behind the wheel of the car, but God was driving the vehicle.

Once we arrived at the hospital around 7 o’clock, my sister was on a breathing tube, it was very hard for me to see her in that state, but God told me he taking care of her. My mom told me before I arrived she was in a medical induced coma for now. I kid you not I wanted to break down. I refuse to leave the hospital until I seen my sister eyes and heard her voice. By 6 o’clock that Saturday morning, I walked over to her bed and grabbed her hand, “Shawn i’m here now, you can wake up, and i’m not leaving until you do”, I said. A hour later, my sister open her eyes, still heavily medicated, she looked over at me. Her eyes were glassy as if she wanted to cry. I still held onto her hand, “this your brother  Anthony” I said. “If you can hear me squeeze my hand”. She squeezed my hand as tight as she could!

Over the next few hours, I saw my sister go from a breathing tube, to opening her eyes, to squeezing my hand, to writing messages on a note pad, to sitting up straight in the bed, to the breathing tube being removed, to talking to everyone that walked in the room to visit her. Man thinking about it now I cried but I knew God had kept his word, and like a receipt to baking a cake, he had a receipt that required steps to his plan. Though my sister got diagnosis with congested heart failure, years later she is still with us and living life, even better than she was before that day. God I thank you and give you all the praise.

This is not just a story, it’s a spiritual uplifting message that my heart witness and produced.

A.Dakala

 

 

 

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