Precious Deveraux gets all dressed up for Resurrection Sunday to go "meet" the newly appointed (single) pastor @ New Tabernacle of Praise Baptist Church, but she meets Jesus instead. It is a story about human nature, the truth, and God's love. A sexy woman goes to church to "meet" the new pastor, but meets Jesus instead. Come and join us for Resurrection Sunday.
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Didn't Finish Well...
JuNoWriMo didn't end well... Didn't write the last week. Well below my goal. Wrote 19,463 words.
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
Sunday, June 23, 2019
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Friday, June 21, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Tuesday, June 18, 2019
Monday, June 17, 2019
Sunday, June 16, 2019
Saturday, June 15, 2019
Friday, June 14, 2019
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Tuesday, June 11, 2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
Sunday, June 9, 2019
Saturday, June 8, 2019
JuNoWriMo Daily Goal Met (Day 8)
Friday, June 7, 2019
What I Did: Day 7 (Excerpt)
“Child, I tell you the man
is a tall handsome drink of water. He is
very easy on the eyes. He is a dark chocolate
glass of milk and I’m thirsty. You hear me,
but not as thirsty as some of these fast tail girls we got running around her. They be lined up to shake his hand after church. You should see the line. I mean can’t nobody else get to him to say hello. That Kimberly Drake and Lela Rhineholt are the
worst of the two. I mean don’t nobody want
Kimberly with her 4x4 behind. And… don’t
nobody want Lela with her work-a-holic demanding behind. They both need to go sat down somewhere.”
Ramona listened to her friend
drone on for a few minutes. “Leona, tell
me about the services for Resurrection weekend.
I tired of hearing about fast tail women.”
“Well, I think the whole
weekend is a bit much, but they’ve been talking it up. It’s all nonsense if you ask me. We just need to have Sunday service, and go on
home. You remember Reverend Oliver Craig. I liked him.
Girl, he was a blessing. I sure miss
him… Anyway… Reverend Craig had Sunrise service and breakfast. That was the best years. I mean that daggum breakfast was too much work,
but I enjoyed the times.”
Ramona shook her head as
she took the phone from her ear and sat it down on the table next to her.
After about three minutes
she picked it back up. “Leona, the services. Girl, please.
I’m getting tired and all this talking is making my head hurt.”
“Girl, sorry. You know how I am. I get to running off at the mouth.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, the services. Well, Friday night is going to be a musical. They supposedly have choirs and singers coming
from all over the place to come sing. We
ain’t had a good musical in a while. It might
be good, as long as folk don’t try to sang ten songs, one after another. I mean, sing your two songs and sat down. We don’t need 48 revamps either. But, that’s just me. Saturday, we’re having a Seven Last Sayings service. It should be good, but child, tell me this. Who has this service on a Saturday? Didn’t Jesus
say those things on Friday night? Just backwards. But, that’s how they wanted it. Don’t even make no sense. But, ain’t nobody ask me. Apparently, there will be some soloists to sing
and some noted up and coming preachers from the city to preach. It’s supposed to be good. And you know about Sunday. I hear there are gonna be dancers, singers, poetry,
and all kinds of pomp and circumstance for the service. I know one thang… that youngin betta preach like
he trying to save everybody in the church or else. I wanna hear a good word to shout me happy.”
Ramona let Leona’s voice
fade out of her head, as she thought about her quandary… How was she going to talk
her sister into letting her go to all three services at the church? She knew her sister was concerned about her health.
Thursday, June 6, 2019
What I Did: Day 6 (Excerpt)
Brock had been trying to be a better friend to Boyd, but it
wasn’t easy. The church that he pastored
was big and it had been a daunting task to meet the entire leadership of the
church, not to mention, all the members who wanted to speak with him. There was more than one occasion when a
meeting with a deacon had gone sideways and he had to confide in Boyd, but Boyd
would say something spiteful and walk out on the conversation. Brock admittedly hadn’t handled those moments
well, but he didn’t feel that it was his full responsibility to be the one to
reconcile the two of them all the time.
What was Boyd’s responsibility when most of the time, it was him who
started something between the two of them.
It was wearing on Brock’s nerves. He was started to regret asking Boyd to come
with him. The moments when Boyd was a
friend had been few and far between.
Most of the time, Boyd complained, and he hadn’t taken advantage of any
of the people he had been introduced to at the church. Boyd was just a drain at the moment.
It had been worse for the past few weeks since Brock had
been focusing on the Resurrection weekend events. He hadn’t even seen Boyd the whole week. Boyd hadn’t been at church on that
Wednesday. Brock reached out to him and
asked if he wanted to go to the mall in the hope of trying to make some kind of
amends so that his mind could be clear to focus on the sermon for Sunday. He still hadn’t gotten a clear view of his
sermon. He was just praying that God
would give him something.
It was moments like this that Boyd would help him come up
with something. Boyd was good at saying
something that was inspiring or thought provoking, and it would help him come
up with a sermon. But, Brock was scared
to even talk about it with his friend.
That hurt Brock’s heart more than he wanted to admit.
Wednesday, June 5, 2019
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