CHAPTER 26

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Chapter 26

Cushane's pov



I would really like to meet the person who teach Lamais how to preach, she was like a lit dynamite just waiting to explode. The only sound being made was her voice, she had everyone's rapt attention and my parents and siblings who have been wanting to hear her preach hasn't even twitch since she began.

"Christians refresh yourselves and continuously remind yourselves of the reason why you have chosen this path, keep holding on in faith."

"It is a hard road to travel....
And a mighty long way to go....
Jesus, my blessed saviour...
Is gonna lead me by the way I know...
Many a lonesome valleys...
Many deep waters through...
It is a hard road to travel....
And a mighty long way to go...

My skin was filled with cold bumbs and I turn in my seat wanting to get up, I felt like the holy spirit was coming over me and I did not want my family to see me. So I stood and try to pass my sister but she hands me my niece and begin going through her bag as my nephew started fussing. I sat back down in order to not block the persons behind me, while I waited for my sister to take back my sleepy looking niece, I felt my insides being lighted with fire.

"I go to the rock of my salvation...
I go to the stone that the builder rejected..
I run to the mountain and the mountains stand by me..."

I begin to shake and I try to keep my mouth close. "Hallelujah! Glory!"

"When all around me is sinking sand...
On Christ the solid rock I stand..
When I need a shelter, when I need a friend...
I go to the rock..."

Oh why did Kemar have to be hitting the cymbals so good? The melody of the song and the words were touching deep inside of me. I look towards the rostrum and everyone was standing as Lamais step down into the pew, the choir and the congregation was also getting to their feet as she sings the chorus again. Then she started singing another chorus and people begin worshipping, I raise my hand and worship the Lord also.

"It's me again Lord, I've got a question that needs and answer...
It's me again Lord.. I've got a problem only you can solve...
I don't really mean to worry you, all I need is something new..
How about the power of the Holy Ghost?..
It's me again Lord..."

All I know is that I was worshipping and someone took my niece from my hands, the Holy Spirit took control and I begin to dance as the drums, the choir and Lamais's voice reverberates through me.

"Put your hands in the hands of the man who still the waters....
Put your hand in the hands of the man who calm the seas...
Just take a look at yourself before you look at others...
And put your hands in the hands of the man....
Who died on Calvary...

Lamais's pov

The sun was very hot the next day when we went sight seeing skipping meeting again, we bought things as we would only be here two days after the convention and might not come back to this location and then we had lunch at a nice restaurant before going back to our hotel. I wore a neat dress and did not carry any robes because I wouldn't be preaching that night.

We reach early and I wave to Cushane and his family who were just arriving and went to the alter. Shanty and the others stopped to talk to them before going to their seats and I place my bag on a seat to the far side on the rostrum. I greeted and speak with other ministers, before long the moderator was calling up the service and I went down to the alter to pray.

I could feel Cushane close to me and he triggered off my spirit, I shook and force my spirit to calm as I command my space in tongues. His eyes burned through me all through the greetings, testimonies and singing from various selections. Bishop Shimand ask that I lead the choir in singing for the collecting of the offering, and do the Benedict march that he hasn't seen anyone or me do when he visited my church in Jamaica five years ago. He goes on to tell the church that I was his very special guest and that he had longed for me to come and worship with them here.

I nod at the choir as the moderator calls for the collecting of the offering after the prayer and collect the cordless microphone from her.

"Praise the Lord everybody, send up those praises so the blessings will come down," I said reverently.

"Hallelujah, hallelujah, thank you mighty creator for loving me. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, Amen," I incline my heart in worshipping the Lord, there were souls to save.

(Verse 1)
"In this world we have our troubles..
Sometimes lonesome, sometimes blue..
But the hope of life eternal..
Brightens all our hopes anew...
(Repeat verse 1)

(Chorus)
I don't want to get adjusted...
To this world... to this world...
I've got a home that's so much better...
I want to go there, sooner or later..

So I don't want to get adjusted.. to this world..

(Verse 2)
Lord... I'm growing worn and weary...
There's no place that feels like home...
Jesus come my soul to ferry..
Where I never more shall roam...
(Repeat chorus)

(Verse3)
I am longing... for the coming...
Of my saviour... Lord and king...
Seems I hear my loved ones singing...
A new song I'd love to sing...

(Repeat chorus)

With the choir fully standing in a line I raise my hand for the lead singers to begin singing in a faster tempo, people were already being caught up in the spirit as the low drumming change and the band begin playing more upbeat. I walk to the front of the line where Shanty and Sis. Roper stood with my prayer shawls, God bless them because I did not remember to carry them and I hope I remember to thank them for doing their duties. Shanty gurd my waist with one and Sis. Roper place the other around my neck, with my mind fully focus on serving the Lord I begin to sing as I march off with the choir behind me.

It has been a while since I marched a choir and of course I was putting on a show, one my friends and church members don't get to see often and one that will be very hard to forget. I am in the spirit and I'm trying to be perfect with my heart fully set in the Lord, somebody's soul need to be saved. Some of the people in the congregation were trying to touch me and the ushers and the ministers had their hands full dissuading and stopping them. But somebody managed to touch me and they were caught up in the spirit immediately, I automatically read her because I was fully in the spirit and I could not shut up the spirit that gives utterance.

"𝐘𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧."

I spun my role and just like that I continued to march the choir as some people stare at me in astonishment. Guess they didn't hear that part, that I was a read-er woman, a proud one too, humbled and keeping myself pure. On the march up the centre aisle that's when I see the phones, cameras and drones all directed at me. I ignored them all and finished the march in fine style, but the spirit was not through with me yet.

I bounced off the ground like a ball at least three times, I was on fire and the ministers had to step out of the way as I cleared the rostrum. My clothes was wet with perspiration and as I calmed down a bottle of spring water was placed in the cupholder by my seat by the secretary.

"When God's anointed read-er woman is in the building don't touch her, or else you're going to be read," Bishop Shimand said smiling as he spoke, causing a lot of people to chuckle before putting on the preacher for the night.

Sitting through the service was a great ordeal for me, my heart burn with hurt. Cushane was so close to me, yet he is so far. I hasted to where the jeep was parked after the service, tripping hard and nearly falling due to my haste. It was hard to look at him because I couldn't look at him as I had before, knowing he had seen my nakedness and knowing I had been weak to not resist but give in to my burning desires. I fight myself to not think about him and to get my feelings under control before the others come.

"Lamais," I heard and turn to see Cushane standing near to the door.

"Bishop Heavens for you please sir," I hear Shanty say and Cushane turns as she walk up to the jeep with Tishawna.

He looks visibly taken aback, serve him right I think to myself as I look at him seriously. "I just came to say hi," he said looking back at me.

"Hi," I say and looked away from him.

"Drive safe, good night," he said and walk off briskly.

"Tssssskkk," I hissed.

To be continued...


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