"You looking good Sister Wheeler!"
"Thanks Brother Williams.'
How many times had she heard that line she thought. I should be happy for the attention I guess. Even if that attention was at the St. Luke Baptist Church. The Church was located in the older part of town. Just like most of her hangouts, she knew many faces but fewer names. Today's service would be interesting because it was the fourth Sunday and that usually meant a guess speaker. The service started on time with the singing of a couple of hymns and the reading of scripture. This was followed by collection and a few announcements. Then Sister Williams had the place fired up with her best Yolanda Adams impression. After the performance of the choir the crowd was began to get restless because Guest pastor Rev. Greenup was about to take the podium. He wasn't that popular of a preacher, maybe because he didn't put try to entertain when getting his message across. He also seemed to know something that the congregation didn't. Some joke that they were missing. For some reason Nikki liked Rev. Greenup. Today's sermon was about patience. Rev Greenup was describing in great detail how small a mustard seed was. Nikki wasn't sure why this was important, but she though it has something to do with a small change going go a long way. With Rev. Greenup you never knew, but she was going to go with that. Now the good Reverend was explaining how this mustard seed had the bad luck of being planted in the wrong place.
"Thanks Brother Williams.'
How many times had she heard that line she thought. I should be happy for the attention I guess. Even if that attention was at the St. Luke Baptist Church. The Church was located in the older part of town. Just like most of her hangouts, she knew many faces but fewer names. Today's service would be interesting because it was the fourth Sunday and that usually meant a guess speaker. The service started on time with the singing of a couple of hymns and the reading of scripture. This was followed by collection and a few announcements. Then Sister Williams had the place fired up with her best Yolanda Adams impression. After the performance of the choir the crowd was began to get restless because Guest pastor Rev. Greenup was about to take the podium. He wasn't that popular of a preacher, maybe because he didn't put try to entertain when getting his message across. He also seemed to know something that the congregation didn't. Some joke that they were missing. For some reason Nikki liked Rev. Greenup. Today's sermon was about patience. Rev Greenup was describing in great detail how small a mustard seed was. Nikki wasn't sure why this was important, but she though it has something to do with a small change going go a long way. With Rev. Greenup you never knew, but she was going to go with that. Now the good Reverend was explaining how this mustard seed had the bad luck of being planted in the wrong place.
Nikki was an expert on bad luck. She could give a sermon herself on that topic. Amen to that. Within the last year she had lost her job and her best friend who was also her daughter had moved back home. She was lonely. Also he had left, but she didn't really consider that bad luck. Now the pastor was explaining how the mustard seed overcame the bad luck and how the mustard seed actually deserved the bad luck because of destiny. She wasn't getting everything the Pastor was saying but anyway that made Nikki think. Maybe her "bad luck" was deserved, and maybe she could still do something about it. Maybe she was destined to do something about it. Nikki liked that word, destiny. Nikki decided she was going to make like a mustard seed.
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