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- Herausgeber: Proisle Publishing Services
- Kategorie: Religion und Spiritualität
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
He Waited for Me
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He Waited For Me
Saundra Lee Words
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Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
~ HE ~
He is Alpha and Omega.
He is the one true God.
He was here from the beginning and called the world into existence,
He who spoke to the winds and waves and caused them to be still;
He who set time in motion, spoke the planets into space, and spotted the stars in the sky to sparkle;
He who walked on water and calmed the raging waves;
He is patient, kind, and forgiving;
He who was crucified but rose again on the third day;
He is a very present help in the time of trouble;
He knows every strand of hair on my head;
He who loves unconditionally;
He protects me when trouble is at hand;
He is my healer;
He blesses the righteous and unrighteous;
He is the Great I Am.
~ WAITED ~
To stay where one is or delay action until a time or something else happens. To put off, to remain or hang on.
~ FOR ~
On behalf of or in favor of.
~ ME ~
A sinner.
CHAPTER ONE
Stubborn Child
I remember learning about Jesus and God as a young child because my mother made us go to church. In most African American homes, you would find a picture of a white Jesus displayed in a gold-colored frame hanging on the wall. My mother was beautiful. She had smooth caramel brown skin, petite in size, and stood 5 feet, 3 inches tall. She worked outside the home as an aide at the state hospital, and when she opened her mouth to address us, it was as if God Himself had given a command. She was the boss.
There were six children still in the home. My oldest sister was eight years older than me. She had graduated from high school, married her high school sweetheart, and moved away.
My father stood almost 6 feet tall, thin frame and dark chocolate-colored skin. He had white teeth, big round eyes, and a breathtaking smile. He was a handsome-looking man indeed! He worked as a janitor at a food supply holding house across the river. He was more reserved than our mother, and 99 percent of the time, she was the disciplinarian. She would often tell us kids, “Do as I say and not as I do.”
When Saturday night came, we had to have our clothes neatly laid out at the bottom of our beds, ready for church the next morning. No excuses like, “I don’t know what to wear,” or “I can’t find my other sock,” would be tolerated. No, indeed—Mother was not falling for that! When the sun came up, each of us had our time in the bathroom to wash, brush our teeth, and get dressed and then time to eat our breakfast. All this had to be completed before Mother said, “It’s time to go to church, children.”
One by one, we would toss the broken screen door open and journey by foot two blocks to the church, which sat on a hill. I remember my father’s distorted vision appearing in the torn screen, shouting, “Yaw be good today!” as he waved goodbye.
I never understood why my dad did not join us for church during those younger years, but we definitely could not stay home. There was never an excuse good enough to give you a pass for not attending church on the Lord’s Day.
I never read the Bible because it was difficult for me to understand. I do remember, though, what it was like when Easter and Christmas came around. Our Sunday school class would be given one verse from the Bible, and we’d have to stand in front of the congregation and read it. I understood enough to know that Jesus once existed because Pastor Barnes told the entire church that that was in the Bible. I have to chuckle as I remember him pointing one finger in the air and shouting, “If it’s in the Bible, then it’s true!”
Then there were programs like Mother’s Day. My mom dressed me up in my finest dress that was heavy starched and placed me in front of the congregation. Looking out into the congregation was intimidating. I glanced at my mother sitting on the front pew, instructing me with her hands to stand up straight.
I began to sing: “I come to the garden alone while the dew is still on the roses. And the voice I hear, falling on my ear, the song of God discloses.” This makes me smile because it was so long ago, and you hardly ever hear that song anymore. I had to have been about eight years old at the time. I guess some things you never forget.
Theodore Barnes, our pastor, was a short, fat man who had a high yellow complexion and thick, black glasses and was partially bald. His beard was always raggedy, but his smile was gentle. After the song was over, Pastor Barnes shouted, “Praise His name!” and the congregation yelled, “Amen!” Mother walked swiftly to usher me back to our seats because it was time for the pastor to start preaching the gospel.
Pastor Barnes would always preach about going up yonder. I did not want to go to this yonder because I didn’t know where it was, and I was not interested in finding out! I did not understand what he was talking about a great deal of the time.
I would often look over at my younger siblings and the other children, who were not listening either. They would be playing with each other, and some would fall asleep.
Every Sunday, Pastor Barnes would make his voice do this growling noise while slowly lifting his head to the ceiling and shouting, “One day, you’ll look for me, and I’ll be gone!”
The old people would jump up out of their seats, and some would start dancing, while others would wave their hands in the air. I thought Pastor Barnes would get sick because of the way his voice would growl! I wondered if he was trying to sing but his voice could not hit the right key or something,
