Yesterday, Sunday
20.11.2011
13:40
Before I became conscious of what my punk ass was gettin’ into, my brain and my legs had already put their conspiracy into action, they were fuckin’ takin’ me to the front without my consent. I was halfway there and there was no turnin’ back, I could feel many pairs of curious eyes burned deep into the back of my neck with every step I took. Oh mine, I didn’t think shit could be that hard!
Out front, my body tensed, my heart beat was alarmin’ and if I wasn’t so freakin’ sure of my state of health, I woulda thought I was comin’ down with a strange case of heart attack. I took coupla quick breaths in and exhaled tryin’ to calm my ass down but the more I tried, the more I heard my heart poundin’ in my ear with the force a military brass band. In those few minutes I was out there, if my heart was a race car, it woulda been challengin’ for a pole position at some F1 track!
To any casual observer, I must have looked the perfect picture of a calm mutherfucker wit my shoulders squarely poised and my legs firmly dug to the ground. I had my arms folded across my chest and my legs slightly spread apart like a bouncer workin’ the doors at some night club in a rough neighborhood, I opened one eye a little to see all the good folks that have fallen to the ground beside me. What! I ain’t goin’ down like that, well at least the last time I was caught in a situation similar to this, I didn’t fall (an ex girl friend can testify to that…that’s a tale for another day though).
I opened both my eyes a minute later jus in time to see a fallin lady beside me got caught by two women in suit jus before she reached the ground. I moved a lil to the side to avoid another lady who was groanin’ and turnin’ dervishly like a malfuctionin’ windmill on some abandoned farm in Texas, nah can’t let nobody knock my ass down like that.
Can I tell you one fact? Ok, here it is, do you know that when your eyes are closed, even the gentlest of touches can potentially have your ass kissin’ the deck, huh? Well, now you know! Can I hear a “thank you, uncle Dobs” from somebody? Lol! With that lil fact tucked in the back of my brain, I kept my fuckin’ eyes opened from then on ‘cause if am gonna go down, I gotta go down for real and not ‘cause everybody else was goin’ down.
Five minutes later, I was still standin’, matter of fact, of all the guys I was out there with, only me and one other guy weren’t touched by the supernatural tsunami that was blowin’ everybody around us down. Damn, I was beginin’ to be self conscious cause I was thinkin’ those many pair of eyes I mentioned earlier must really be focused on me now. I turned my head cautiously to the right and then to the left like I was tryna work a stiffness out of my neck meanwhile, what I was really tryna do was look for an escape hatch. I made my escape when some new folks with a different prayer request came to the front to be prayed for!
Today
Why was I out there In front of the Church yesterday and did the Pastor deliberately ignored my ass?
I responded or rather, the spirit moved me to respond to a call by the pastor for people who felt their hustle had been stagnant for some time. My hustle certainly needs a boost, so up I went.
See, usually I don’t respond to such calls, I jus hang back, soak up whatever prayer the pastor had to say, say my amen and claim the blessin’ for myself but yesterday was different cause I responded but for some unknown reason the Pastor didn’t touch me…of all the peeps that came out, I was the only one who didn’t get touched by the MOG (the Man Of God eventually touched the other dude who was on the same boat but jus didn’t get to me)!
Oh, I forgot to mention that while I was standin’ out there in front of the congregation, waitin on that touch, I kept my ass occupied by plainin’ how I was gonna write this blog in my head! I was thinkin’ of how am gon tell y’all how the pastor ignored me or mistook me for one of the church workers (catchin’ the folks that were being knocked over by the ‘’holy spirit’’) but then again, I thought how could the pastor mistake me for an usher and I wasn’t even dressed in a suit…I was rockin’ a faded blue jeans, a tee shirt and a pair of navy blue loafers!
Back To Sunday
14:15
The pastor wrapped up his part of the service and was talkin’ with some members of the church jus outside the main entrance; I took one quick look in their general direction and went back to replyin’ to a message on my phone (I was sittin’ under the trees outside the church). I was so engrossed wit what I was doin’, I didn’t hear the figure approach until I heard the familiar voice say “God bless you, brother and thank you for fellowshipping with us”. What! The pastor had come to right a wrong!
I thought to myself, hmmm, “somebody” musta told him how my ass got ignored earlier but guess what? All that shit didn’t matter no more after he prayed for me and we shook hands.
Today
14:00
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