CHAPTER 25

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Chapter 25

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Β  Fasting and prayer was my comfort, a new job contract couldn't have come a better time and with it a different apartment and a different car, plus a three week vacation break for the good work I had done. It must be my prayers and I was so grateful, I had booked my flight home to Canada and told my parents what had happened as soon as I got here. My mother was angry with me and curse me for hurting Lamais, my dad, sister and brother was disappointed that they won't be vacationing in Jamaica for my wedding.

Β  I felt bad about not wanting my unborn child and prayed for him/her, I hope Lamais's heart will heal and that she will forgive and still love me enough to look beyond what I had done and marry me. I can't forget the look on her face or the hurtful look in her eyes, she was so strong holding it all in when in truth I know she must have been dying inside.

Β Β  My mother brag about the new church she and my dad had visited and were now attending. "It is lively and has the same way of worship like Lamais's church, you will like it."

Β Β  I had no other choice but to promise that I will go with them, after all I've learnt a lot during convention when the scripture is preached by different preachers from different perspectives, I did a bit of shopping and go out with my niece and nephew. My sister expressed how happy she was that I wasn't sad and mourning about Jeneil, but complains about how serious and reserve I now carry myself because of Lamais.

Β Β  I was greatly surprise to see Bishop and evangelist Shimand and to learn that they preside over that church, the convention was spoken about and promise to be an exceptional six days of fiery preaching from visiting overseas bishops, pastors and ministers. My mother was excited as this was her first time and I felt glad I knew what the six days was all about.

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We were standing about after the service when the Bishop came with his wife to greet my parents, evangelist Shimand looked at me shrewdly and before I could stop my mother she introduces me and tells them I am a member of Bishop Heavens church in westmoreland, Jamaica. Without missing a beat as they look at each other and at me she continued to tell them that I had attended the convention there a few months ago.

"I knew I have seen your face somewhere," evangelist Shimand says with a smile.

"So you're originally from here?" Bishop Shimand asks with a questioning look.


"Yes, but I currently work in Jamaica and that's where I have been introduced to the Pentecostal church," I replied.

His smile widens as he says. "Then I hope you'll be attending the convention."

"I and my family will certainly be in attendance," I tell him and we shook hands before he leaves to greet other people.

If I hadn't been planning on attending before, I would definitely have had to to save face I thought rolling my eyes at my mom. She chuckles placing her hands over her brightly painted lips and Roelly snorted behind me.

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Β Β  I received the invitation along with documents to go to the Canadian embassy immediately, I was told that I could carry no more than five persons with me because the choir from one of our sister church had been invited also. I took Tishawna, Kemar, Shanty, Bro. Kirkland and Sis. Spence with me and we all got our visas. Then it was a busy week of packing what we were carrying for instance my unique drum set that Kemar has been practicing non-stop on.

Β Β  I leave specific information to Sis. Roper whom I was leaving in charge and Bro. Smith who was to give an eye on the church and my home. Between fasting and praying I got my hair neatly done and packed my suitcases, I could not travel light knowing I was requested to me in attendance for at least four nights.

Β Β  When we arrived I was given a hard copy of the program and Shanty arranged my robes so as to match the colour theme. "A good ting wi carry most a yuh robe dem and wi matching usher suits," Shanty says.

Β Β  We were invited out and met up with the choir that evening, where we ate and discuss the program. I was glad it was this choir and they knew most of the songs I would sing, when we get back to the hotel I got ready for bed telling the others to get as much rest as they could.

The next morning I got a jeep for us to travel in and I was super glad we had our own transport. Directions were easy to follow and we get to the church without much hassle, the church was huge but not a lot of persons attended the meeting. I was glad to go sight seeing with my friends afterwards and then we went back to the hotel to rest before getting ready for the big service.

I was schedule to preach on Wednesday and Friday and I notice that on some nights more than one pastor or Bishops were schedule to preach, I am the only one schedule to preach on the two nights were my name was printed.

Β Β  The church was packed when we arrived and service was just beginning, Shanty and the others went to their reserved seats in the second row at the front while I was ushered into the large office with my robe and handbag. After getting on my robe I was guided out unto the rostrum by the secretary and shown to my seat.

Β  I was glad to sit in and just see how they go about their convention, it was kinda different with their english accent and boring choir but it was a good first night. I sighed as I got into the jeep and quickly drive us out and to the hotel, we ordered room service and ate while talking about the service. Kemar and Bro. Kirkland went to their room, while I, Sis. Spence, Shanty and her daughter went to sleep on our four seperate beds.

Β Β  Tuesday night wasn't as boring as the night before, I watch how the crowd gravitates to the Barbados pastor and smile telling myself that tomorrow am going to show them how it's done. I came here to preach, to teach and to get souls save, I did not know if they would accept me, all I knew was that I am going to preach how I know and if they did not like it then that just how it goes.

"Army green and red?" Kemar ask when I came outside.

"Yes, red alone doesn't feel right," I tell him.

Β  He looked down at himself and ran back inside his room, I felt fully charge after relaxing for the whole day and skipping the meeting. I did not read over the scripture neither study anything biblical, I didn't want to sound like I was only quoting the scripture, I wanted to preach in a way that someone will hear and understand from their level.

Β Β  I don't know why the church was so over packed tonight and why there were so many pastors, bishops, ministers etc packing up the rostrum if I was the only one that is going to be preaching tonight. I felt sorry for the secretary and the moderator as they called names after names for greetings. My ears felt tired and I got up and went inside the office for a few minutes, our sister church choir ministered throughout the collecting of the offering and then I was introduced as the speaker for the evening.

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The Microphone stand was adjusted because I was too short and I took that few seconds to send up a silent prayer.

"Praise the Lord everywhere, praise the Lord like you came here to do. I may sound a little arrogant when I speak but that's just who I am, none of the twelve disciples were boring they were all angry, loud and warrify. When you come to church you need to come with your own fire, don't come sidung and bring dung di church come with a praise. Amen?!"


Β  There was a "Amen" all around. Then I took on verse eleven and twelve from the convention scripture psalm 36. "Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of the wicked remove me.
There are the workers of iniquity fallen : They are cast down and shall not be able to rise. Bless God,"

"Praise the Lord."

"Humn! Did you know that, that there are people who go to work evil against others instead of going to work good on themselves?" I ask the church.

"Yes,"

"Oh yeah,"

"It's not that they don't see themselves ino, they just hate that other peoples life appears to be better than theirs. Yuh si how dem tek up stress pon themselves? Si people business and leave it alone hallelujah.... "

Β  Kemar hit the cymbals and the base of the drum, but I wasn't ready to sing yet.

Β  "It's always been said that it is the whitemen who write the bible, for me I don't care. What I care about is that when I pray I get answers. If you are tired of hearing different names that you're suppose to call God when you are praying, let me tell you tonight you don't have to call him by all those name."

I pause and look around and see that I have all or most persons full attention including a familiar face that makes my heart do a double flip.

"When you go to knee city simply say creator who make me and everthing existing. Yuh think my God business bout special name? Him business bout mi heart and my mindset and my soul. That is what you are to be concerned about and not the ramblings of them who spend so much time trying to figure out what God name is that they forget their purpose."

"Preach my sister."

"I can speak in standard English yuh know? But I didn't come here to act stush. I came here to tell you who needs to be saved that the water in the baptismal pool is troubled!!!!!!"

To be continued....


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