Holiness Is NOT A Dresscode! -- Fashion In The Black Church
Leonitha "Leah.Christianista" Francis
"No Stockings, No Shoes, No Preaching the Good News"
Not only is this statement ignorant and sexist, its also antiquated and embedded in the doctrinal practices of several [Black] churches here in America. Its indicatively reflective of a belief that assumes holiness has a material uniform. This is largely in part to a mixture of generational tradition and ignorance. What equates skirt length with lifestyle over conviction? What mandates hosiery as a prerequisite for salvation verification? Before we attempt to answer these concerns emotionally, let us take into consideration some other factors that might have "Willie Lynch-ed1" the church. Before one can adequately tackle such a taboo subject, we must examine this subject understanding these three aspects: 1. Historically: the historical timeframe during the establishment of the Black church, 2. Socially: the societal and social influences and practices of the same timeframe and 3. Progressively: the progression education has afforded us to make presently.
Historically
During the late 18th century, Evangelical Baptist and Methodist preachers traveled throughout the South in the Great Awakening. They appealed to slaves and numerous people were converted. Blacks found opportunities to have active roles in new congregations, especially in the Baptist Church, where slaves were appointed as leaders and preachers. Slaves developed their own interpretations of the scriptures and found inspiration in stories of deliverance, such as the Exodus out of Egypt as they listened to readings. This insight illustrates how generational traditions just get passed on without question of validity, just "our" infantile comprehension at the time. We were so happy to have access to something that seemingly made us equal to the Whites, we didn't seek our own means of understanding aside from what was handed to us. It has created a generational inheritance of tradition.
Socially
The Black church has always provided platforms for our people. Birthing pseudo-celebrities along its Chittlin' circuit and assisting civil rights activists with their social messages, the Black church has served as the medium by which many have been catapulted into household names. The Black church has been the place that has given us a place, even when society did not, it made us “Somebody’s Nobody”, providing psychological refuge from the white world. During and post slavery, we, African-Americans, had nothing; money, language, freedom, rights – NOTHING! Not even clothes in many instances. Our sole provision was at the hands of those that enslaved us – our masters and overseers. They gave us scraps from their cupboards and tables to feed us and hand-me-downs from their closets to dress us. Mainly those who we have dubbed “the House Slave” benefitted from the best clothing pickings, the rest of us made our garments with the best of what we had. Sundays, generally were the only time when they would congregate for worship often stepping out in their “Sunday Best” because it was the best dress, blouse, skirt or pair of pants they owned and not worn daily in the fields.
Male hierarchy in the early Black church denied ordination opportunities for women, leading middle-class women in the Black church no choice but to assert themselves in other ways, primarily organizing missionary societies to address social issues. These societies also promoted Victorian ideals of womanhood and respectability. Understanding the importance of sophistication and outward appearance in Victorian society, one could easily exude a proper premise to substantiate how some "Holiness Dress Code" rules came into establishment. During this time women were encouraged to be modest and chaste. The body of the woman was seen as pure and clean, women often did not wear any kind of cosmetics (makeup, nail polish) or any other adornments (jewelry). It was taboo to even mention the words "leg" or "breast." Women covered their legs to a much greater extreme, even the bare skin of an ankle was considered risque. In contrast, cleavage was not sexualized to the extent that it is today in Victorian times. These societal norms help to understand why skirt length, proper hosiery and lack of additional visual enhancements (makeup and jewelry) set the standard of holiness attire in the early Black church.
Although taboo, this topic can also become sexist if not examined from a plateau that equally examines the dress code of males as well. In recent years, the Black church has seen the standard suit colors of black, navy, and gray with an occasional brown or beige/tan evolve into, in some cases, mere accent colors to reds, greens, dare I say, even pinks or plaids. The flamboyance of women's attire has become integrated into the ruffles of a man's tuxedo front shirt, the extravagance of women's costume jewelry now has to contend with the exuberance of large ascots and billboard size bow ties. While we commend your appreciation for a tailored cut pant, we'd rather leave certain protrusions for its proper time and place. During the Victorian era, male and female attire complemented each other, rather than competed with each other.
Progressively
Often said if you want to hide something from a Black person, put it in a book. Could the same be said about the Black church and the Bible as far as fashion or suitable attire is concerned? One summer Sunday morning, at the age of 19, one of the church mothers at my home church reprimanded me for not wearing pantyhose. Mother Thomas was well past 80 at the time, and I responded asking her to cite the Biblical scripture which supported her belief. She bashfully, responded that she didn't have one. I was not aiming to disrespect Mother Thomas by any means, but rather supply proof to my (at the time) evolving theory of societal versus Biblical principles of Christian dress code. Taking note of the age difference between Mother Thomas and I, we represent two vastly different generations, my generation being an "information generation" and her generation having not been privy to educational resources. The abolition of segregation, especially in education, has allowed for African-Americans to study Theology freely and equally. Theology and Divinity advancements have allowed us to progressively see that salvation is not based on garments; "Rend your heart and not your garments" (Joel 2:13 NIV), but rather a life of separation [holiness] and without which, no man [or woman] shall see the Lord (Hebrews 12:14 KJV). The question now becomes, is holiness more so decorum or lifestyle?
"Hand-Me-Down" are often referred to as clothing, but it reflects much of Black church tradition. We've passed down so much, these upcoming generations are seemingly revolting and, in some cases, revolutionizing the way we dress for church and how we define holiness in our appearance. This "New Testament" (new generation/age) church wants God to see our lifestyle and hear our heart, not judge and condemn us for not compromising to the traditions of the "Old Testament" (early church). In a society so inundated with sex and exhibitionism, it may seem hard to cling to modest apparel without appearing dated and frumpy, but its all possible, with self respect, the Holy Spirit as a guide (and shopping buddy) and an eye on ever-changing fashion trends.
Quite an unusual introduction, but I am Leah.Christianista and it is my pleasure to engage you in literary stimulation as it relates to fashion here on PardonTheMovement.com. Stay logged in to check my next installment "Modern Modesty". Accessories & Innovation until then. Remember, "Let Your Fashion Be A Praise!"
1 Referencing the damaging effects the tactics of infamous slave owner, Willie Lynch, who authored the historical "Willie Lynch Letter" instructing American slave owners on the power of chaining the minds and mentalities of the black slave.
Sources; Wikipedia: The Free Encyclopedia online article "Black church" [en.wikipedia.org]
Written July 2011 for PardonTheMovement.com
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Summah, Summah, Summah Time: Vacation In Your Backyard
Considering the fluctuating prices of gas and the present state of our economy, re-enacting your version of Oprah and Gayle’s road trip may not be at the top of summer vacation plans. Who really wants to spend $100 before they leave the state? For the frugalist that this economy has driven most of us to be, we want a double return on our investment – a getaway that’s local (yet far), entertaining and relaxing and affordable. The Northeast region offers many of these amenities all within arm’s reach. From the beaches of the Hamptons in New York to the Long Island Sound of Connecticut to Martha’s Vineyard of Massachusetts, there are a plethora of exciting, financial friendly and fun, memory creating getaways right in our own backyard.
New Haven, Connecticut (Connecticut)
From the free historical walking tours to golfing to gambling and entertainment at Sports Haven, enjoy the waterfront tours of the Long Island Sound on The Schooner, Quinnipack and weekend evening cruises at Long Wharf Pier. Visit East Shore Park which offers softball, baseball, soccer fields, tennis and basketball courts and trails for walking, jogging and inline skating or Lighthouse Point Park, Carousel & Beach which offers a public beach for swimming and picnicking, antique carousel and playing fields. Experience their Little Italy neighborhood and dining of various cuisines. Restaurants to Try: Prime 16 (American), Miya Japanese (Japanese and Sushi), Ibiza Restaurant (Spanish and Tapas) Oaxaca Kitchen (Mexican; about $30) Bru Rm at BAR (American, Pizza, Seafood; $15-20).
Martha’s Vineyard (Massachusetts)
Boasts of several fine leisure enjoyment pleasures and opportunities such as spas (The Mod Spa, Conscious Massage, Yoga & Fitness), specialty shops (Chilmark Chocolates, Bowl and Boards, Black Dog Bakery), historic walking tours (Ghost, Gossip & Downright Scandal), and Polly Hill Aboretcum garden. Create memories at some of the vineyard’s lighthouses (Aquinnan, Edgartown, and Gay Head), Flying Horse Carousel and campgrounds. Enjoy photo ops along scenic drives (Cranberry Lands) or along the various beaches (Lucy Vincent, South Beach, Katama). Experience golf and miniature golf at Farm Neck Golf Club or Island Cove Mini Golf, Circuit Avenue attractions, Witch of Endor Sailing Charters or Chappaquiddick Island. Fine dining, bars and clubs (Lola’s, David Ryan’s, The Lampost/Rare Duck).
Jersey Shore (New Jersey)
Long before a group of self proclaimed “guidos” made this location popular via reality television, this was (and still is) a place of summer time enjoyment. Experience Turdo Vineyards and Winery, Cape May Carriage Company, Morey’s Piers or Salt Marsh Safari. Profile along Ocean City Boardwalk or Washington Street Mall when not tanning on Wild Wood or Sunset Beach. Restaurants to Try: Tony Boloney’s (Italian, Pizza, Vegetarian:$2-10), Brando’s Citi Cucina (Italian), Dock’s Oyster House (Steakhouse & Seafood;$30-40), 701 Mosaic (Caribbean, Mediterranean), Mad Batter at the Carroll Villa (American Continental;$15-30), Juan Pablos Margarita Bar (Mexican;$8-23).
The Poconos – The Pocono Mountain Area (Pennsylvania)
Not just for cozy lovers and bubbly newlyweds looking to snuggle in the snowy scenery of the winter, but the warm weather extends the attractions of the mountains of the Poconos as well. The Pocono Manor Stables offers horseback riding while Sky’s The Limit Skydiving Center offers a generous sports complex to fitness and fun enthusiasts alike. Stock Car Racing Express race car tracks, Camelback, Bushkill Falls waterfalls, and Great Wolf Lodge is one of the largest indoor water park and resorts for the inner child in all of us. The Delaware Water Gap National Recreational Area is a great place to fire up the grill and have some great outdoor fun. Need a break from all this excitement? Deerfield Spa is here to send you back home relaxed. Restaurants to Try: Pupster’s Pub & Grub (American,$5-15), Saen Thai Cuisine Limited (Thai), Moya (Eclectic), Sand Spring Restaurant (Contemporary;$31-50), Kundla’s (American;$10), My Daughter’s Place (International).
The Hamptons (New York)
Notorious for hosting for some of the most posh parties and happenings for some of the most wealthiest and A-list people, the Hamptons also has much to offer some of us whom they neglect to mention on the “A-list” as well. *wink* Become the life of the party at Liars Saloon karaoke bar, enjoy Sailing Montauk boat tours, or take it easy at Hither Hills State Park and Atlantis Marine World Aquarium. Visit Cooper’s Beach for taking in some sun, maybe after a class or two at Aloha Surf School then spend an evening Montauk Point Lighthouse watching the sun set. Relax with therapy at Naturopathica Holistic Health Spa or enjoy retail therapy at Tanger Outlets. Restaurants to Try: Joni’s (American;$8), Navy Beach, Jerry and The Mermaid ($20-30), Phao Restaurant (Asian $15-40), Michaels’ at Maidstone Beach (American, Seafood, Steakhouse;$30), Tate’s Bake Shop.
So now that you have some tantalizing options, text the posse and make plans; grab your overnight bag, fill up the car, charge the camera and create some memories this summer!
“There’s an App for that”: Check out TripAdvisor for some insightful advise – just type in your destination and vialoa!
Monday, July 11, 2011
Notice of Eviction: When Some People Can No Longer Live in Your Space
In life we get connected into some friendships and relationships that are wonderful and blissful a first, but over the course of time, things begin to change and we begin to ask ourselves "How did I get into this?" For those of us who seek a way to cope or release ourselves from these connections, the following maybe able to assist you.
The Intent of Their Friendship Begin to Surface. Friends come into your life for a reason, season and a lifetime. Reasons that may be unknown to you; to get close to you, to work with you, to collaborate, to shop, etc. but once the the intent proves to have negative drivers behind it - UNLOCK the doors and let that passenger out. Seasons can be 6 months or 6 years, but the seasonal person can only keep you in that season and become ineffective afterward -- you don't wear Summer clothes in the Winter, because it CAN'T KEEP YOU! Lifetime friends can also require you to serve Temporary Displacement Notices. Not an eviction, but sometimes you just require a level of separation along with maintaining that friendship.
When You Begin to Feel Stagnant or Unmoved Amos 3:3 (KJV) They aren't going in the same direction you are and the connection we have to them keeps us in one place. Unless they agree with the direction you are going and/or are going in the same direction, they are hindering you!
Spiritual Elevation/Charge Being called in different areas of ministry (armor bearer, diaconate, five-fold gifts). Sometimes to access certain arenas and blessings of God, we have to separate ourselves from the very ones that might have carried us there. When Abraham went to sacrifice Isaac, upon arriving at Mt. Moriah (the place of provision), he told the men that helped carry him there to wait until he came back from making the sacrifice. Although, they helped carry him to the place of provision, Abraham had to go alone to fulfill the instructions God had given. Easier said that done - I know - but do it quickly, the longer you wait, the harder it'll be.
The Intent of Their Friendship Begin to Surface. Friends come into your life for a reason, season and a lifetime. Reasons that may be unknown to you; to get close to you, to work with you, to collaborate, to shop, etc. but once the the intent proves to have negative drivers behind it - UNLOCK the doors and let that passenger out. Seasons can be 6 months or 6 years, but the seasonal person can only keep you in that season and become ineffective afterward -- you don't wear Summer clothes in the Winter, because it CAN'T KEEP YOU! Lifetime friends can also require you to serve Temporary Displacement Notices. Not an eviction, but sometimes you just require a level of separation along with maintaining that friendship.
When You Begin to Feel Stagnant or Unmoved Amos 3:3 (KJV) They aren't going in the same direction you are and the connection we have to them keeps us in one place. Unless they agree with the direction you are going and/or are going in the same direction, they are hindering you!
Spiritual Elevation/Charge Being called in different areas of ministry (armor bearer, diaconate, five-fold gifts). Sometimes to access certain arenas and blessings of God, we have to separate ourselves from the very ones that might have carried us there. When Abraham went to sacrifice Isaac, upon arriving at Mt. Moriah (the place of provision), he told the men that helped carry him there to wait until he came back from making the sacrifice. Although, they helped carry him to the place of provision, Abraham had to go alone to fulfill the instructions God had given. Easier said that done - I know - but do it quickly, the longer you wait, the harder it'll be.
Life is Placed in Harm's Way A true friend would sacrifice their own life before your's. So if your "friend" has placed you in harm of being arrested/incarcerated, loosing family or livelihood be it with a lie, a rumor, physical altercation or action -- their lease needs to be pulled and terminated without no early termination fee, this one is on the house.
A friend is one who sticks closer than a brother. Be careful with how loosely and frivilously you give someone this endearing title; incorrect labeling could cost more in the end, ask someone who's had a case os stolen identity. Count up the cost and serve them their bill!
Keep It Saved!
Leah.Christianista
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Kingdom.Girl [3]
Daily I shall worship thee, Lamb of God who died for me, who has extended endless mercies. Today Father I thank you, I thank you for another day you've allowed my eyes to see. I thank you for supplying my needs and granting my wants. I thank you for being the lover of my soul and the God of my life! Father it is yet another time I come to you to pour out of myself. Lord, I know those who you call you fully equip, and without a need there would be no call. This task to cover your youth and young adults, to sheppard their souls and impart wise counsel among many other responsibilities, I'm not sure I can do. Why me, Father? Why me? I am only but a minister with a call and a love for the young people. I don't feel my call and some love can penetrate the hearts of a whole region. I need You to speak a definitive word and send confirmation. If it be Your perfect will God, I'll go, but only if You go with me. I can't do anything without You. In all my ways You say to acknowledge You and You shall direct my paths. You haven't failed me yet and You won't because You're a God that can't lie. Father, while I'm down here, I also ask that You grant me a greater discernment and protect my heart from anything outside of Your will. I bind up the spirit of lust. Lord, if it is thy will that Quincy and I be together again, and his intentions are pure, make my heart open and receptive at the appointed time and have him prove himself. Bless this day, keep me, cover me, grant traveling mercy. Look down on Dad Christopher and do the work. A special blessing for all those connected to me. I believe it to be done, in Jesus name. Amen.
I spent an hour in prayer and meditation, consulting God about so much this morning; the Youth Regional Prelate position, Dad Christopher and my matters of the heart, Quincy. I know how vulnerable I can be with him at times and that's what brings about the roughness with him, a defense mechanism. I can't help it to a certain degree. I mean Quincy and I dated since sophomore year in college, experienced so much together and shared so much with each other. My initial sermon, his paternal grandfather passing, heck, I even stayed here after college because we were on the road to holy matrimony thus justifying certain sacred acts we shared. Quincy held a certain place in my heart and sadly always will. But why now? Why all of a sudden is Lisa not for him? After three years you now see how shallow she is? That trophy wife image tends to chip away eventually.
Here I am finally happy with me and Jesus alone, I have a great job at Christian Couture Inc. as an office manager in the corporate offices and I enjoy the work I do at the church with the youth ministry. I have my own car, my own condominium townhouse, good credit and a Yorkie, what more could I ask for? Besides a handsome, God-fearing, respectable gentleman, with goals, morals and vision. A career would be preferred, but I'd settle for a job, a car and preferably his own home and credit, so I'm sure he won't be freeloading off of me. I worked too hard to get to where I'm at and I'm not even thirty yet.
I made my bed and showered before taking care of some office business. New York Fashion Week was coming up and loose ends with sponsorship had to be tied up. I could not afford to be lounging around this morning. I emailed Janette to find out what time she would be leaving for the hospital so I could meet her there. Sitting at my desk, I paused for a moment, Vanessa Bell Armstrong's "Desire of My Heart" was playing. I began to harmonize along with the background vocals "...show me the desires of my heart..." and in that moment, a stream of tears ran down my face. The song was coming to an end as I went to click repeat and saw Janette's reply with '1:00pm' in the subject line. I glanced at the time on my desktop, '12:45pm' it read. Time seriously flew by today. Whup, time to go. I detached my iPod, grabbed a cardigan and my bag and headed downstairs.
Once in the car I put Vanessa back on, this song was really ministering to me today. I reached for my phone to check for any emails from the office. None of urgency, thank heavens. My phone began to play Fantasia's "Free Yourself". Ugh, Quincy. He's become quite the nuisance in the past 24 hours. I let it ring to voicemail. I'll check it eventually, I thought to myself. I was really hoping he called to cancel. Eric Benet's "I Wanna Be Loved" was coming on, I know that intro anywhere. A few stop lights away, with the hospital in view, my mind began to run. I really do want to be loved, I began to think there has to be more prospects than Quincy. Come to think of it, the doctor from yesterday was rather handsome; I had made a mental note to self yesterday. "I wanna feel there's a reason for living again..." I sang along and whispered to myself, "there has to be, God."
I pulled into a parking spot in the visitors lot and texted Janette to tell her I was here and find out what room Dad Christopher was in. I was about to check my voicemail to kill time when Janette texted me back the room information. So much for that I thought to myself. Oh well.
I walked down the corridor reading the room numbers. Clearly I was about to get lost. I saw a white coat from the back standing there examining a chart or something and walked over to ask for directions. I tapped the doctor on the shoulder from behind. "Excuse me,"
"Yes..." he said turning around swiftly.
"Umm... I'm looking for room C914 and I think I'm in the wrong wing or something." I said.
"Oh okay," he chuckled "you are in the wrong wing, you want to be in cardiology. Go back towards the elevators and make that second left near the coffee cart. 914 should be two doors down."
"Okay, thanks so much."
"You're welcome."
Hmmm... Dr. Dubois. Handsome and Creole. I thought to myself following the directions he had given me.
"Hey, Hey" I announced as I walked into the room.
"Did you get lost?" Janette asked.
"Uh, actually, I did. But the doctors are so handsome and helpful around here." I laughed.
"Now did you come to see me or the eligible bachelors, Cheyenne?" Dad Christopher joked.
"I came to see you, but if a bachelorette can meet a nice bachelor to court that makes it all the more enjoyable." I said walking over to his bedside to greet him.
"And there's nothing wrong with that, you're a beautiful young lady, Chey" Ma Lene chimed in as I made my way to greet her.
"You look real chic today too. Surprised the GPS doctor didn't give you more than directions." Janette teased. I was wearing wide leg denim cuffed slacks from the GAP, a white v-neck tee, a long navy cardigan from Express and Nine West gold metallic gladiator sandals to show off my French pedicure. I wore my hair down since I had washed it and blew it out this morning.
"Thanks," I laughed "I guess he didn't want to seem too aggressive. But GPS doctor though? Really JanJan??" We all laughed.
"Did you happen to catch Dr. GPS' name though?" She asked.
"Not officially, but the name on the coat was Dubois." Then Janette looked at her mother who looked back at her before glancing over to Dad Christopher. "Y'all know something I should?" I asked.
"Nothing you won't find out eventually." Dad Christopher said with a chuckle.
"Ma Lene, is he a tambourine player?" I asked with a hint of panic. I had already started dating this guy in my head.
"My radar hasn't gone off" Janette chimed in.
"Yours isn't so reliable" Dad Christopher said throwing off on a couple of guys Janette dated in college. He still had his reservations about Xavier, quiet as its kept. He says never trust a man with two first names, but that Christopher men are an exception. In that case Quincy was doomed and Xavier's last name, Issacs, makes him subject to Dad Christopher's ideology too.
"Honey, that was low!" Ma Lene interjected.
"Daddy, please. Not today." Janette retorted.
Just then there was a knock at the open door, "Mr. Christopher, are you ready to go home yet?" A gentleman's voice asked entering the room.
Oh Jesus! Dr. Dubois -- embarrassing!
"Is that a rhetorical question Dr. Dubois? This bed feels nothing like my California king. I'm more than ready." Dad Christopher responded.
"Well if staying here meant being surrounded by all these beautiful women at one time I wouldn't be so anxious." Dr. Dubois joked.
Corny doctor humor. My phone was buzzing in my bag, I dug through my bag to get it. Quincy. Again. I might as well answer it. "Excuse me, I need to take this call." I announced uprising to walk out.
"I see you found your way." Dr. Dubois flirted.
"I had a good navigational system." I flirted back just before entering the hallway. "Its Cheyenne", I said answering the call.
"I know who I dialed. How are you today, beautiful?" Quincy answered.
"Flattery will get you no where. I'm fine."
"Can't blame a man for trying."
"Talk quick I'm at the hospital." I said rushing him so I could get back into the room to see Dr. Dubois.
"Oh yeah, how is Pastor Christopher? Did you get my voicemail?" He questioned.
"He's recovering well. No I didn't have a chance to check it, what's up? Lemme guess, you're calling to cancel?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not exactly. Something has come up. X needs me to preach his revival out in LA so he can spend some time with Janette and the Christophers during Pastor Christopher's recovery, so I need to go home and prepare after work. I was calling to see if you wanted to meet up after you leave the hospital since you're working from home today."
"I had plans on heading back home and working myself, New York Fashion Week is around the corner." I replied.
"Chey Bay, please. I really would like to see you today." Quincy pleaded.
Ugh he sounded so pathetic. Why was he going so hard over what he gave up? He started to make some kind of plea on the other end of the line, but I was too busy trying to eavesdrop on the conversation going on in the room. I had enough of his rambling and reasoned with myself to just go meet him to get it over with.
"Cheyenne, are you listening to me?" Quincy asked.
"I hear you, Quincy. Look I can spare an hour. Text me where,I'm leaving here in a half hour." I answered sorta, kind of annoyed. Like seriously, you're a grown man, stop it already.
"Okay. See you soon." I hung up and walked back into the room.
"I see you found your way back safely." Dr. Dubois teased.
"Yes, it wasn't that complicated this time." I chuckled.
"Well Mr. Christopher, I'm getting ready to go home for the day, I'm not due back to work until Thursday night, but your wife has my mobile number should anything arise. And I'll see you on Sunday, 11am right?" said Dr. Dubois just before exiting the room.
"Yes Doc, I'll be looking for you on Sunday morning." Dad Christopher responded and waved as Dr. Dubois left the room.
Janette looked at the time. "Mommy, Daddy, I have to get back to work. I have a few errands to run, but I'll try to stop back by here on my way home, but if not, I'll see you at home Ma." She kissed everyone and then left. I looked at my phone -- Quincy had texted to meet him at The Chateau. It was about a ten minute drive from the hospital.
"Chey, I think Dr. Dubois was flirting with you." Ma Lene teased.
"Ha ha! Ma Lene you're a trip!" I laughed although I noticed it myself. I tried to play it cool, but they must have been talking about way more than cardiology and stuff while I was on the phone I thought.
"He's saved." Dad Christopher chimed in.
"That's half the battle," I retorted.
"And he doesn't have two first names!" Dad Christopher said.
"OH SHA" I joked. "Well, I'm going to get ready to go. Still have some work to get home and finish."
"Thanks for coming Cheyenne, you know you're like another daughter to me." Dad Christopher said as I went to hug him.
"Not a problem, Dad. Love you both." I said as I kissed Ma Lene's cheek and headed towards the door.
I walked down the corridor and pressed the call button for the elevator. I pulled out my phone to check for any emails from the office. Nothing of urgency that I couldn't respond to right away from my BlackBerry. I was almost finished an email revising a memo for tomorrows department meeting when I was interrupted.
"My, you must be a pretty important person." It was Dr. Dubois, he looked so charming in his khaki chino pants and light blue Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up like the Macy's advertisements and Tods loafers. "Every time I see you, you're on your phone."
"I guess you could say so. I'm working from home today, so that plays a part in it." I replied with a smile.
DING! The elevator arrived and the doors opened. Dr. Dubois motioned for me to enter first. Hmph, chivalrous, I'm impressed I thought. "Oh okay, I thought maybe you were texting your boyfriend." He commented on the sly going to the opposite side of the elevator, bringing us face to face.
"Ha! Boyfriend? What are those again?!" I replied sarcastically.
"Wow, I'm surprised!" He responded shaking his head in disbelief.
"So are you going to meet your girlfriend, now?" I asked reversing the questioning.
"I wouldn't mind on a beautiful day like today if there was one to meet." We had reached the ground floor. "Do you mind if I walk you to your car?" he asked as we exited the elevator.
"Not at all. So Dr. Dubois, do you have a first name other than 'Doctor'?" I asked chuckling.
"Funny," he responded laughing, "yes, I do, its Vincent and yours?"
"Cheyenne, Cheyenne Bradley" I responded.
"Cheyenne... I like that." He repeated slowly as we approached my car. "Acura TL, nice, okay. I think you really are important and you're playing it down." He joked.
"Not hardly, just do important work." My phone started buzzing in my hand, Quincy was calling. He must've been at The Chateau already. He can wait and I hit the red phone.
"Well Cheyenne, I'd love to keep in touch with you if you don't mind." Vincent said.
"Is that your way of asking for my number, Vincent?" I flirted with full knowledge of what he meant.
"Number, email, PIN, Twitter, Facebook. The choice is yours." He joked.
I dug in my bag and pulled out my business card holder and gave him a card. "See what I mean, important!", he flirted "here's mine." As he dug in his pocket for his wallet.
"No thanks, I'll get it when you call." I smiled and got in the car and closed the door. He just stood there and smiled and watched me pull out before walking the other direction.
I arrived to The Chateau and was led to my seat by the hostess. This place brought back so many memories, Quincy thought he was slick. We met here at least once a week while we were together and after we broke up, it took me quite sometime to return with anyone but him. Ironically enough, I was returning for Quincy -- who would have ever thought? Quincy was looking rather handsome and professional in his grey Banana Republic boot cut slacks that fell perfectly tailored to his six foot five inch frame, rich purple PINK French cuff shirt that seemed to hug his muscular physique just right as if it had been custom made for him, and black patent leather pointed Ferragamo loafers. He had taken his tie off already and had the top button open. He stood to give me a hug. My five foot seven inch frame brought my face right into the sculpted peck muscles in his chest. The embrace of his arms brought back a rush of so many familiar emotions. Quincy returned to his seat with a slight grin on his face and reclined back as I took my seat on the opposite side of the table and glanced over the menu. "So, you called this meeting, what did you want to talk about so urgently?" I asked, getting straight to the point, not even looking up to acknowledge him. His charming brown eyes were not going to distract me today.
"Geesh, Chey, you just sat down. Do you at least know what you want?" Quincy said a bit taken aback. Did he think I'd be uber excited to be this close to him one on one in a social setting outside Kingdom?
"Yes," I replied as Quincy motioned for the waitress.
"Are you guys ready to order?" The waitress asked.
"Yes, I'll have a the grilled Atlantic salmon Caesar salad, no croutons and a bottle of Voss." I ordered and sat back and tucked my hands in between my thighs, positioning myself to hear his argument.
"And I'll have lemon herb stuffed chicken breast with steamed seasonal vegetables and a ginger ale with lemon." Quincy ordered and leaned forward towards me.
"Thank you, I'll be right back with your drinks," said the waitress.
"Well Chey, I asked you to meet me because like I said on the phone, I've been thinking about my life and us and I really don't want another year to go by without you in it." He started, affixing his manicured almond hands on top of the table, "In these past three years I've realized just how much you mean to me and just how much you were to me. Majority of the best times in my life were shared with you, even some of the hardest."
"Thank you" he paused to acknowledge the waitress who brought our drinks over. "You know how much Poppie was to me and you were there every step of the process." He continued, "Apart of me is glad that Poppie went to glory when he did, I'm not confident Lisa would've been able to handle me at that point in my life. I'm ready to be married, Chey. I want what my parents have, I want to be a husband, a father. I want to look forward to coming home from traveling and work, start my own traditions, possibly even move."
"Yeah right, Quincy. That's the reason I'm still here. You aint moving anywhere." I blurted out my thought aloud and rolled my eyes.
"Chey, that's what I said last night. I admit to being a puppet for my parents approval and making some decisions that affected me as well as you in the process." He stated.
"Thank you", I said as our food arrived. I turned my attention back to Quincy, "You did more than affect me Quincy," I said leaning forward, "you hurt me. Hurt that didn't go away overnight or in a few apologies. I am just getting to the point of being completely healed and being able to forgive you in order to move on myself. I altered my life, to an extent, to fulfill the potential of what turned out to be a promise that was empty." Whoa. I had been holding that in for so long. Felt good to actually say it, but there was more where that came from.
"And I can't say you're wrong for anything you just said. In the last ten months I have processed a lot, Chey, I really have. That's what really brought my relationship with Lisa to an end, in the last two months I began to really long to be married and I realized if I ever married her I'd be settling." He said. There was an unusual sincerity in his voice and I felt my heart fluttering. 'Cheyenne, you better not!' I coached myself to keep the tears from following. "One thing I've been consistent with in my life is pleasing my parents, partially to make them proud, the other half is out of fear that might do me like they did Rachel when she married Timothy instead of Lehman." He admitted. His parents had cut off his sister from her trust fund when she got pregnant by her high school sweetheart, Timothy, in their junior year of college. The Matthews wanted Rachel to marry Lehman Kendricks, Lisa's brother. They did not attend Rachel and Tim's wedding, nor her college graduation and sadly they haven't seen their granddaughter.
"Quince, you can't let the shallowness of your parents stop you from living your life how you want to. You're doing well for yourself anyway as a financial advisor. I saw the Ferragamos." I joked attempting to lighten his face for a moment.
"Thirty percent of my clients are my dad's croonies, colleagues and his real estate clients as well. They're loyal to him for some reason and will do whatever he says. He's that ruthless." Quincy retorted with a sigh, a bit unphased by my stab at lightening him up a bit.
"Well you'll still have seventy percent and that's more than fifty percent to retain." I reasoned.
"True, but the thirty percent are my bread and butter. If they walk, my salary will drop to fifty thousand dollars a year! That's a huge pay cut, Cheyenne." He replied cutting another piece of his chicken which was half devoured anyway.
"And money isn't everything. But for your family, its the stepping stone used to get over everything." I said reminiscing on the sixty thousand dollar job offer I got upon graduation in Houston, Texas. Mr. Matthews, as I always referred to him, had tried to get me a job far away from Quincy that would keep us from being together.
"Cheyenne, I can't apologize for the family I was born into. I can't make excuses for them either. If it wasn't for Poppie, I probably would be puffed up on my family's wealth too. He kept me grounded and showed me how to be a man beyond the almighty dollar. When I’m at home, my bank account does not keep me company. When I’m traveling the length and breath of this country, first class seating doesn’t make the ride nearly as enjoyable as if you were there to share it with.”
I looked at my watch for the time and forty minutes had passed already. Whew, that was quick how the time got away from us. “I’m flattered, Quincy, I really am and I appreciate your transparency, but I honestly just don’t know right now. I have a lot on my plate right now between work and the church, then Jan and X’s wedding. I want romance somewhere in there, but I can’t honestly see you as part of that. I don’t think you understand all you put me through Quince. There’s a lot I’d have to consider, much less pray on…ughh. This is all too much right now.” I said, getting flustered trying to make sense of it all.
“Cheyenne, I don’t need answers now, just for you to hear me. Its your prerogative to do anything more, but don’t just hear me, hear my heart.” he pleaded.
I nodded in silent agreement. I could barely look at him if I was going to keep the tears from falling. Quincy paid the bill and we arose and headed to the parking lot in an awkward silence. A silence that said either of us or both of us had something that needed to be said, but wasn’t sure how to communicate it. Once at my car, I fuddled around in my bag for my keys, while Quincy stood by silently. Just as I got a hold of my keys, Quincy began to speak.
“Cheyenne, thank you for even meeting me today. I know I’m not on your list of favorite people and there are several other things you could be doing.” I was now sitting in my car with the door open and my left foot still on the ground giving the leather interior time to cool off. “I love you Chey”, he said taking forward to close my door.
“You’re welcome.” I said pulling my leg in.
“And I miss you.” He muttered lowly as he bent down to kiss my forehead and closed the door. He walked off towards his car two cars over, glancing back occasionally. I reversed out of the parking spot and beeped as I drove pass him shutting his trunk. As if this table talk wasn’t enough to ponder, the dern forehead kiss too?? This was about to be a night in, I had had too much excitement for one day, first Dr. Dubois and now Quincy. Sweet Baby Jesus.
I spent an hour in prayer and meditation, consulting God about so much this morning; the Youth Regional Prelate position, Dad Christopher and my matters of the heart, Quincy. I know how vulnerable I can be with him at times and that's what brings about the roughness with him, a defense mechanism. I can't help it to a certain degree. I mean Quincy and I dated since sophomore year in college, experienced so much together and shared so much with each other. My initial sermon, his paternal grandfather passing, heck, I even stayed here after college because we were on the road to holy matrimony thus justifying certain sacred acts we shared. Quincy held a certain place in my heart and sadly always will. But why now? Why all of a sudden is Lisa not for him? After three years you now see how shallow she is? That trophy wife image tends to chip away eventually.
Here I am finally happy with me and Jesus alone, I have a great job at Christian Couture Inc. as an office manager in the corporate offices and I enjoy the work I do at the church with the youth ministry. I have my own car, my own condominium townhouse, good credit and a Yorkie, what more could I ask for? Besides a handsome, God-fearing, respectable gentleman, with goals, morals and vision. A career would be preferred, but I'd settle for a job, a car and preferably his own home and credit, so I'm sure he won't be freeloading off of me. I worked too hard to get to where I'm at and I'm not even thirty yet.
I made my bed and showered before taking care of some office business. New York Fashion Week was coming up and loose ends with sponsorship had to be tied up. I could not afford to be lounging around this morning. I emailed Janette to find out what time she would be leaving for the hospital so I could meet her there. Sitting at my desk, I paused for a moment, Vanessa Bell Armstrong's "Desire of My Heart" was playing. I began to harmonize along with the background vocals "...show me the desires of my heart..." and in that moment, a stream of tears ran down my face. The song was coming to an end as I went to click repeat and saw Janette's reply with '1:00pm' in the subject line. I glanced at the time on my desktop, '12:45pm' it read. Time seriously flew by today. Whup, time to go. I detached my iPod, grabbed a cardigan and my bag and headed downstairs.
Once in the car I put Vanessa back on, this song was really ministering to me today. I reached for my phone to check for any emails from the office. None of urgency, thank heavens. My phone began to play Fantasia's "Free Yourself". Ugh, Quincy. He's become quite the nuisance in the past 24 hours. I let it ring to voicemail. I'll check it eventually, I thought to myself. I was really hoping he called to cancel. Eric Benet's "I Wanna Be Loved" was coming on, I know that intro anywhere. A few stop lights away, with the hospital in view, my mind began to run. I really do want to be loved, I began to think there has to be more prospects than Quincy. Come to think of it, the doctor from yesterday was rather handsome; I had made a mental note to self yesterday. "I wanna feel there's a reason for living again..." I sang along and whispered to myself, "there has to be, God."
I pulled into a parking spot in the visitors lot and texted Janette to tell her I was here and find out what room Dad Christopher was in. I was about to check my voicemail to kill time when Janette texted me back the room information. So much for that I thought to myself. Oh well.
I walked down the corridor reading the room numbers. Clearly I was about to get lost. I saw a white coat from the back standing there examining a chart or something and walked over to ask for directions. I tapped the doctor on the shoulder from behind. "Excuse me,"
"Yes..." he said turning around swiftly.
"Umm... I'm looking for room C914 and I think I'm in the wrong wing or something." I said.
"Oh okay," he chuckled "you are in the wrong wing, you want to be in cardiology. Go back towards the elevators and make that second left near the coffee cart. 914 should be two doors down."
"Okay, thanks so much."
"You're welcome."
Hmmm... Dr. Dubois. Handsome and Creole. I thought to myself following the directions he had given me.
"Hey, Hey" I announced as I walked into the room.
"Did you get lost?" Janette asked.
"Uh, actually, I did. But the doctors are so handsome and helpful around here." I laughed.
"Now did you come to see me or the eligible bachelors, Cheyenne?" Dad Christopher joked.
"I came to see you, but if a bachelorette can meet a nice bachelor to court that makes it all the more enjoyable." I said walking over to his bedside to greet him.
"And there's nothing wrong with that, you're a beautiful young lady, Chey" Ma Lene chimed in as I made my way to greet her.
"You look real chic today too. Surprised the GPS doctor didn't give you more than directions." Janette teased. I was wearing wide leg denim cuffed slacks from the GAP, a white v-neck tee, a long navy cardigan from Express and Nine West gold metallic gladiator sandals to show off my French pedicure. I wore my hair down since I had washed it and blew it out this morning.
"Thanks," I laughed "I guess he didn't want to seem too aggressive. But GPS doctor though? Really JanJan??" We all laughed.
"Did you happen to catch Dr. GPS' name though?" She asked.
"Not officially, but the name on the coat was Dubois." Then Janette looked at her mother who looked back at her before glancing over to Dad Christopher. "Y'all know something I should?" I asked.
"Nothing you won't find out eventually." Dad Christopher said with a chuckle.
"Ma Lene, is he a tambourine player?" I asked with a hint of panic. I had already started dating this guy in my head.
"My radar hasn't gone off" Janette chimed in.
"Yours isn't so reliable" Dad Christopher said throwing off on a couple of guys Janette dated in college. He still had his reservations about Xavier, quiet as its kept. He says never trust a man with two first names, but that Christopher men are an exception. In that case Quincy was doomed and Xavier's last name, Issacs, makes him subject to Dad Christopher's ideology too.
"Honey, that was low!" Ma Lene interjected.
"Daddy, please. Not today." Janette retorted.
Just then there was a knock at the open door, "Mr. Christopher, are you ready to go home yet?" A gentleman's voice asked entering the room.
Oh Jesus! Dr. Dubois -- embarrassing!
"Is that a rhetorical question Dr. Dubois? This bed feels nothing like my California king. I'm more than ready." Dad Christopher responded.
"Well if staying here meant being surrounded by all these beautiful women at one time I wouldn't be so anxious." Dr. Dubois joked.
Corny doctor humor. My phone was buzzing in my bag, I dug through my bag to get it. Quincy. Again. I might as well answer it. "Excuse me, I need to take this call." I announced uprising to walk out.
"I see you found your way." Dr. Dubois flirted.
"I had a good navigational system." I flirted back just before entering the hallway. "Its Cheyenne", I said answering the call.
"I know who I dialed. How are you today, beautiful?" Quincy answered.
"Flattery will get you no where. I'm fine."
"Can't blame a man for trying."
"Talk quick I'm at the hospital." I said rushing him so I could get back into the room to see Dr. Dubois.
"Oh yeah, how is Pastor Christopher? Did you get my voicemail?" He questioned.
"He's recovering well. No I didn't have a chance to check it, what's up? Lemme guess, you're calling to cancel?" I asked sarcastically.
"Not exactly. Something has come up. X needs me to preach his revival out in LA so he can spend some time with Janette and the Christophers during Pastor Christopher's recovery, so I need to go home and prepare after work. I was calling to see if you wanted to meet up after you leave the hospital since you're working from home today."
"I had plans on heading back home and working myself, New York Fashion Week is around the corner." I replied.
"Chey Bay, please. I really would like to see you today." Quincy pleaded.
Ugh he sounded so pathetic. Why was he going so hard over what he gave up? He started to make some kind of plea on the other end of the line, but I was too busy trying to eavesdrop on the conversation going on in the room. I had enough of his rambling and reasoned with myself to just go meet him to get it over with.
"Cheyenne, are you listening to me?" Quincy asked.
"I hear you, Quincy. Look I can spare an hour. Text me where,I'm leaving here in a half hour." I answered sorta, kind of annoyed. Like seriously, you're a grown man, stop it already.
"Okay. See you soon." I hung up and walked back into the room.
"I see you found your way back safely." Dr. Dubois teased.
"Yes, it wasn't that complicated this time." I chuckled.
"Well Mr. Christopher, I'm getting ready to go home for the day, I'm not due back to work until Thursday night, but your wife has my mobile number should anything arise. And I'll see you on Sunday, 11am right?" said Dr. Dubois just before exiting the room.
"Yes Doc, I'll be looking for you on Sunday morning." Dad Christopher responded and waved as Dr. Dubois left the room.
Janette looked at the time. "Mommy, Daddy, I have to get back to work. I have a few errands to run, but I'll try to stop back by here on my way home, but if not, I'll see you at home Ma." She kissed everyone and then left. I looked at my phone -- Quincy had texted to meet him at The Chateau. It was about a ten minute drive from the hospital.
"Chey, I think Dr. Dubois was flirting with you." Ma Lene teased.
"Ha ha! Ma Lene you're a trip!" I laughed although I noticed it myself. I tried to play it cool, but they must have been talking about way more than cardiology and stuff while I was on the phone I thought.
"He's saved." Dad Christopher chimed in.
"That's half the battle," I retorted.
"And he doesn't have two first names!" Dad Christopher said.
"OH SHA" I joked. "Well, I'm going to get ready to go. Still have some work to get home and finish."
"Thanks for coming Cheyenne, you know you're like another daughter to me." Dad Christopher said as I went to hug him.
"Not a problem, Dad. Love you both." I said as I kissed Ma Lene's cheek and headed towards the door.
I walked down the corridor and pressed the call button for the elevator. I pulled out my phone to check for any emails from the office. Nothing of urgency that I couldn't respond to right away from my BlackBerry. I was almost finished an email revising a memo for tomorrows department meeting when I was interrupted.
"My, you must be a pretty important person." It was Dr. Dubois, he looked so charming in his khaki chino pants and light blue Oxford shirt with the sleeves rolled up like the Macy's advertisements and Tods loafers. "Every time I see you, you're on your phone."
"I guess you could say so. I'm working from home today, so that plays a part in it." I replied with a smile.
DING! The elevator arrived and the doors opened. Dr. Dubois motioned for me to enter first. Hmph, chivalrous, I'm impressed I thought. "Oh okay, I thought maybe you were texting your boyfriend." He commented on the sly going to the opposite side of the elevator, bringing us face to face.
"Ha! Boyfriend? What are those again?!" I replied sarcastically.
"Wow, I'm surprised!" He responded shaking his head in disbelief.
"So are you going to meet your girlfriend, now?" I asked reversing the questioning.
"I wouldn't mind on a beautiful day like today if there was one to meet." We had reached the ground floor. "Do you mind if I walk you to your car?" he asked as we exited the elevator.
"Not at all. So Dr. Dubois, do you have a first name other than 'Doctor'?" I asked chuckling.
"Funny," he responded laughing, "yes, I do, its Vincent and yours?"
"Cheyenne, Cheyenne Bradley" I responded.
"Cheyenne... I like that." He repeated slowly as we approached my car. "Acura TL, nice, okay. I think you really are important and you're playing it down." He joked.
"Not hardly, just do important work." My phone started buzzing in my hand, Quincy was calling. He must've been at The Chateau already. He can wait and I hit the red phone.
"Well Cheyenne, I'd love to keep in touch with you if you don't mind." Vincent said.
"Is that your way of asking for my number, Vincent?" I flirted with full knowledge of what he meant.
"Number, email, PIN, Twitter, Facebook. The choice is yours." He joked.
I dug in my bag and pulled out my business card holder and gave him a card. "See what I mean, important!", he flirted "here's mine." As he dug in his pocket for his wallet.
"No thanks, I'll get it when you call." I smiled and got in the car and closed the door. He just stood there and smiled and watched me pull out before walking the other direction.
I arrived to The Chateau and was led to my seat by the hostess. This place brought back so many memories, Quincy thought he was slick. We met here at least once a week while we were together and after we broke up, it took me quite sometime to return with anyone but him. Ironically enough, I was returning for Quincy -- who would have ever thought? Quincy was looking rather handsome and professional in his grey Banana Republic boot cut slacks that fell perfectly tailored to his six foot five inch frame, rich purple PINK French cuff shirt that seemed to hug his muscular physique just right as if it had been custom made for him, and black patent leather pointed Ferragamo loafers. He had taken his tie off already and had the top button open. He stood to give me a hug. My five foot seven inch frame brought my face right into the sculpted peck muscles in his chest. The embrace of his arms brought back a rush of so many familiar emotions. Quincy returned to his seat with a slight grin on his face and reclined back as I took my seat on the opposite side of the table and glanced over the menu. "So, you called this meeting, what did you want to talk about so urgently?" I asked, getting straight to the point, not even looking up to acknowledge him. His charming brown eyes were not going to distract me today.
"Geesh, Chey, you just sat down. Do you at least know what you want?" Quincy said a bit taken aback. Did he think I'd be uber excited to be this close to him one on one in a social setting outside Kingdom?
"Yes," I replied as Quincy motioned for the waitress.
"Are you guys ready to order?" The waitress asked.
"Yes, I'll have a the grilled Atlantic salmon Caesar salad, no croutons and a bottle of Voss." I ordered and sat back and tucked my hands in between my thighs, positioning myself to hear his argument.
"And I'll have lemon herb stuffed chicken breast with steamed seasonal vegetables and a ginger ale with lemon." Quincy ordered and leaned forward towards me.
"Thank you, I'll be right back with your drinks," said the waitress.
"Well Chey, I asked you to meet me because like I said on the phone, I've been thinking about my life and us and I really don't want another year to go by without you in it." He started, affixing his manicured almond hands on top of the table, "In these past three years I've realized just how much you mean to me and just how much you were to me. Majority of the best times in my life were shared with you, even some of the hardest."
"Thank you" he paused to acknowledge the waitress who brought our drinks over. "You know how much Poppie was to me and you were there every step of the process." He continued, "Apart of me is glad that Poppie went to glory when he did, I'm not confident Lisa would've been able to handle me at that point in my life. I'm ready to be married, Chey. I want what my parents have, I want to be a husband, a father. I want to look forward to coming home from traveling and work, start my own traditions, possibly even move."
"Yeah right, Quincy. That's the reason I'm still here. You aint moving anywhere." I blurted out my thought aloud and rolled my eyes.
"Chey, that's what I said last night. I admit to being a puppet for my parents approval and making some decisions that affected me as well as you in the process." He stated.
"Thank you", I said as our food arrived. I turned my attention back to Quincy, "You did more than affect me Quincy," I said leaning forward, "you hurt me. Hurt that didn't go away overnight or in a few apologies. I am just getting to the point of being completely healed and being able to forgive you in order to move on myself. I altered my life, to an extent, to fulfill the potential of what turned out to be a promise that was empty." Whoa. I had been holding that in for so long. Felt good to actually say it, but there was more where that came from.
"And I can't say you're wrong for anything you just said. In the last ten months I have processed a lot, Chey, I really have. That's what really brought my relationship with Lisa to an end, in the last two months I began to really long to be married and I realized if I ever married her I'd be settling." He said. There was an unusual sincerity in his voice and I felt my heart fluttering. 'Cheyenne, you better not!' I coached myself to keep the tears from following. "One thing I've been consistent with in my life is pleasing my parents, partially to make them proud, the other half is out of fear that might do me like they did Rachel when she married Timothy instead of Lehman." He admitted. His parents had cut off his sister from her trust fund when she got pregnant by her high school sweetheart, Timothy, in their junior year of college. The Matthews wanted Rachel to marry Lehman Kendricks, Lisa's brother. They did not attend Rachel and Tim's wedding, nor her college graduation and sadly they haven't seen their granddaughter.
"Quince, you can't let the shallowness of your parents stop you from living your life how you want to. You're doing well for yourself anyway as a financial advisor. I saw the Ferragamos." I joked attempting to lighten his face for a moment.
"Thirty percent of my clients are my dad's croonies, colleagues and his real estate clients as well. They're loyal to him for some reason and will do whatever he says. He's that ruthless." Quincy retorted with a sigh, a bit unphased by my stab at lightening him up a bit.
"Well you'll still have seventy percent and that's more than fifty percent to retain." I reasoned.
"True, but the thirty percent are my bread and butter. If they walk, my salary will drop to fifty thousand dollars a year! That's a huge pay cut, Cheyenne." He replied cutting another piece of his chicken which was half devoured anyway.
"And money isn't everything. But for your family, its the stepping stone used to get over everything." I said reminiscing on the sixty thousand dollar job offer I got upon graduation in Houston, Texas. Mr. Matthews, as I always referred to him, had tried to get me a job far away from Quincy that would keep us from being together.
"Cheyenne, I can't apologize for the family I was born into. I can't make excuses for them either. If it wasn't for Poppie, I probably would be puffed up on my family's wealth too. He kept me grounded and showed me how to be a man beyond the almighty dollar. When I’m at home, my bank account does not keep me company. When I’m traveling the length and breath of this country, first class seating doesn’t make the ride nearly as enjoyable as if you were there to share it with.”
I looked at my watch for the time and forty minutes had passed already. Whew, that was quick how the time got away from us. “I’m flattered, Quincy, I really am and I appreciate your transparency, but I honestly just don’t know right now. I have a lot on my plate right now between work and the church, then Jan and X’s wedding. I want romance somewhere in there, but I can’t honestly see you as part of that. I don’t think you understand all you put me through Quince. There’s a lot I’d have to consider, much less pray on…ughh. This is all too much right now.” I said, getting flustered trying to make sense of it all.
“Cheyenne, I don’t need answers now, just for you to hear me. Its your prerogative to do anything more, but don’t just hear me, hear my heart.” he pleaded.
I nodded in silent agreement. I could barely look at him if I was going to keep the tears from falling. Quincy paid the bill and we arose and headed to the parking lot in an awkward silence. A silence that said either of us or both of us had something that needed to be said, but wasn’t sure how to communicate it. Once at my car, I fuddled around in my bag for my keys, while Quincy stood by silently. Just as I got a hold of my keys, Quincy began to speak.
“Cheyenne, thank you for even meeting me today. I know I’m not on your list of favorite people and there are several other things you could be doing.” I was now sitting in my car with the door open and my left foot still on the ground giving the leather interior time to cool off. “I love you Chey”, he said taking forward to close my door.
“You’re welcome.” I said pulling my leg in.
“And I miss you.” He muttered lowly as he bent down to kiss my forehead and closed the door. He walked off towards his car two cars over, glancing back occasionally. I reversed out of the parking spot and beeped as I drove pass him shutting his trunk. As if this table talk wasn’t enough to ponder, the dern forehead kiss too?? This was about to be a night in, I had had too much excitement for one day, first Dr. Dubois and now Quincy. Sweet Baby Jesus.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Leah.Christianista Interviews Tony Hibbert II
During one of my frequent trips to the Garment District this summer, my cousin and I met these two "church boys" by the names of Timothy and Tony Hibbert II in a parking garage on 36th Street. After some quick witted humor and banter from yours truly, (and the arrival of our respective rides) we parted ways, but thanks to modern technology and social networking, we were all able to maintain communication via Facebook.
Its amazing who you'll meet if you'll just strike up a conversation! Tony Hibbert II is the Pastor of Pentecostal Worship Center Newburgh in Newburgh, New York, as well as artist, musical producer and songwriter in addition to husband and father. Being from the Bronx or "the city" as anyone outside of the five boroughs refers to it, I have been exposed to quite a few new city talent as a result of attending concerts, services and events of the like. However, being inundated with so many local talents, its easy to overlook surrounding areas that offer just as much, if not more.
I had the privilege to go beyond Facebook and sit down with Tony Hibbert II in the studio as he prepared for his upcoming West coast tour, Tony Hibbert Christmas, and interview him for Kingdom Girl Chronicles New Sound segment. Bringing this emerging contemporary sound across the Tappan Zee Bridge and straight to you. Tony Hibbert is a personable, ministry minded artist with a sensitivity to the move of God and a heart for souls and enhancing the Kingdom.
Kingdom Girl Chronicles Et'ceteras
Tony Hibbert II talking about what gives him his greatest fulfillment.
His debut project In His Presence is available on iTunes. In His Presence is a smooth compilation full of contemporary praise and worship tracks great for a long ride, long day or devotional time with God. Also featured in his iTunes catalog are Tony Hibbert Christmas and his crossover track "Stained". Your iPod will appreciate you for it. ;-)
Kingdom.Girl Chronicles Full Interview with Tony Hibbert II
Its amazing who you'll meet if you'll just strike up a conversation! Tony Hibbert II is the Pastor of Pentecostal Worship Center Newburgh in Newburgh, New York, as well as artist, musical producer and songwriter in addition to husband and father. Being from the Bronx or "the city" as anyone outside of the five boroughs refers to it, I have been exposed to quite a few new city talent as a result of attending concerts, services and events of the like. However, being inundated with so many local talents, its easy to overlook surrounding areas that offer just as much, if not more.I had the privilege to go beyond Facebook and sit down with Tony Hibbert II in the studio as he prepared for his upcoming West coast tour, Tony Hibbert Christmas, and interview him for Kingdom Girl Chronicles New Sound segment. Bringing this emerging contemporary sound across the Tappan Zee Bridge and straight to you. Tony Hibbert is a personable, ministry minded artist with a sensitivity to the move of God and a heart for souls and enhancing the Kingdom.
Kingdom Girl Chronicles Et'ceteras
Tony Hibbert II talking about what gives him his greatest fulfillment.
His debut project In His Presence is available on iTunes. In His Presence is a smooth compilation full of contemporary praise and worship tracks great for a long ride, long day or devotional time with God. Also featured in his iTunes catalog are Tony Hibbert Christmas and his crossover track "Stained". Your iPod will appreciate you for it. ;-)
Kingdom.Girl Chronicles Full Interview with Tony Hibbert II
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Kingdom Girl [2]
"Hello, Cheyenne. How are you?" Quincy replied with that voice robed with velvet.
"I'm well. What do you want?" I said sharply.
"Well I'm fine, too. Thanks for asking." he said being sarcastic.
"I didn't."
"Cheyenne, sweetie, why are you acting like this?"
"What do you want, Quincy?"
"If I told you, you'd have to give it me." he chuckled.
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"Ugh, you're so disgusting! Get off of my phone please. I'm giving you fair warning before I become careless and hang up." Clearly I didn't find that funny.
"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. Please hear me out, I've been doing some thinking." Ha! Quincy thinking before he speaks, Christ was near and soon to come.
"What, Quincy?"
"I've been doing some thinking about us."
"There is nothing to think about, there is no us anymore. You made that decision, Quincy."
"And that's what I've been thinking about Cheyenne, the mistake I made. I know I hurt you and I can only imagine the pain especially after realizing the pain I was in from loosing you. In these past few months, I've been praying and consulting God and I see how you were the only one who always had my best interest at heart. Not my father, not my mother and definately not Lisa. She just wanted the perks and not put in any work. I could barely get her to bless the food, let alone trust her to pray me through and cover me when I go out to minister."
"Quincy, that was your choice. Not mine, I'm over it and I advise you do the same."
"Cheyenne, I'm not finished. Please, just hear me out, please!" He begged.
"Proceed Quincy, I'll get my violins" I said sarcastically.
"I'm serious Cheyenne."
"I know."
"Like I was saying, I lost out when I let you go, but I'm man enough to admit my wrongs. I was too busy doing what I've done my whole life -- what my parents want me to do, especially my father and not what was best for Quincy. Cheyenne, I want to correct my wrongs. Through much prayer I realize that its you I want, you that I need."
He sounded so sincere. It was causing my heart to flutter and I was actually believing what I was hearing. I had to get a hold of myself, before he detected he was penetrating. Just then, there was a beep on the line. I glanced at the screen to see it was Janette calling me.
"Quincy, I have to go. That's Janette on the other line and its urgent."
"Well, can I call you later?" He never asked before, I don't see why he bothered to ask now.
"Text me." I replied rushing him off the phone and hanging up on him in order to catch Janette's call. I caught it on the fourth ring.
"Chey, what took you so long to pick up? I know you DVR R.A. Vernon so you can watch it again later." Janette greeted, sounding much happier than a few hours ago.
"Girl, Quincy had me playing violins." I shrugged.
"Quincy Matthews?! How did you end up on the phone with him? What did he want?"
"He texted me while we were at the hospital but I didn't get it until I got in the car and he called when I got home. I guess me not answering his text messages threw him, so he called."
"Oh really? What was he saying?" Janette asked sounding shocked that I answered the phone. She of all people knows that he would be one of the last people I'd willfully talk to again outside of Kingdom work. She was my human sponge when Quincy ended our relationship to fulfill his ministry, but with his pre-arranged First Lady to be, Lisa Kendricks. His parents and her parents had this planned lifestyle for Quincy and her since her debutante when he escorted her.
See, Quincy, I mean Elder Quincy Matthews, comes from a very socially prestigious family, both in the church world and outside. His father owns several commercial properties and his mother is a the dean over the English department at Jackson University and in addition to all of that his father is a Kingdom Church of God Executive Board big wig. So Quincy’s designated helpmeet had, to not only look the part, but have the lineage to match. Lisa Kendricks was the granddaughter of the late Apostle Kendricks, the founder of Kingdom Church of God, so she had the lineage down. Lisa was also a very beautiful young lady if I must admit, never intimidating to me, but beautiful nonetheless. She stood at five foot, seven inches tall, with a caramel skin complexion and a very voluptuous size six figure. Her hair was very versatile, but as of recently she had been sporting an asymmetrical bob cut. She had modeled extensively throughout her latter high school years and early college years, travelling to Milan, Dubai, and Venice to name a few and graduated summa cum laude from Jackson University a year after Quincy and I. So on paper and the outside, Lisa Kendricks is the perfect match for dear old Elder Matthews, but from what he was saying to me just a while ago, Sister Kendricks ain’t got the anointing he needs her to have.
“How he’s sorry for ending our relationship, how Lisa isn’t for him, that he’s tired of living the Matthews dream and ready to make decisions based on his happiness and.." I stopped mid sentence. I was contemplating wheter or not to tell Janette all that Quincy said in regards to me.
"And what, Chey. What else did he say?" Janette asked sounding sort of eager yet impatient.
"He said he wanted me and.. and that he needed me." I replied slowly, actually thinking out what Quincy had said.
"He wants you now?! As if he can just pick you up and put you down when he gets good and ready." Janette had a bit of irritation in her voice. I could understand her irritation, but she was not easy to give the benefit of the doubt, especially once you've done wrong by her or someone she loved.
"You and I both know that isn't it. You know how those Matthews are, so shallow and superficial." I responded trying to bring her back down before she got all riled up.
"Yea, but he's almost thirty! He can make his own decisions, Chey, so he can't keep using that crutch. Part of me feels he always wanted to experience Lisa regardless of his parents influence. Hmmph. But that's another subject for another day. So what did you say to all of this foolery?" She questioned.
"I didn't say anything. That's when you called on the other line." I was beginning to feel like I was being interigated and becoming defensive so I opted not tell her about me suggesting he text me later. "Now Jan, I didn't tell you to call me to talk about the Elder. How's Dad Christopher?" I said making an attempt to redirect the conversation. I had had enough excitement for one day and I was getting tired.
"He's progressing quickly, thank God. By the time Jaime, Jess and I left, his heart rate had fully stabilized. Mommy is staying the night with him and I'll go by on my lunch hour tomorrow to relieve Mommy."
"That's great! God is still on the throne. Have your emotions stabilized, honey?" I asked uprooting from my chaise, picking up Zion and headed up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Yea, Xavier called once he got in the office after he preached and talked to me and prayed with me. God, I love that man, he's just so patient and understanding." She responded. Xavier was her fiancee, national evangelist and prophet. He was a member of Kendricks Memorial Kingdom of God, the headquarters church. He and Janette had been dating for the past three years and he finally proposed to her six months ago. It was so funny because he was in the middle of prophescying to Missionary Winthrop at the Regional meeting and he just blurts out, "The Lord says to marry you!" and the congregation is like "huhn?!" Missionary Winthrop is a sixty-three year old widow! Then he continued "Janette, the Lord says now, Father says to marry you and the time is now!" I remember looking over at Janette who was so taken by shock, she just sat there expressionless. She managed to utter out a "yes" in the midst of her tears and worship. Jan Jan was going INNNN!!
"Jan, God knew what he was doing when he put you two together." I said placing her on speaker phone while I undressed and got into my pajamas. Zion crawled in between my accent pillows on my queen sized Mahogany sleigh bed. "I'm glad to hear about Dad Christopher making progress, can't wait 'til he's home. When does Xavier get back?"
"He's doing three nights out there and he'll be back Wednesday afternoon. We have to do tastings and finalize the menu with the caterer Wednesday evening and he's back out Thursday evening to Los Angeles for two nights and Sunday morning at Greater Rehoboth Temple."
"Whoa, girl. How's does he do it? Better yet how do you cope? Juggling wedding planning and a hectic ministry itinerary, I don't know if I could." I responded, I had to take my hat off to Janette, I am patient and tolerant, but she takes it to a whole new altitude.
"Girl, I don't even know. God is really instilling this tolerance and patience in me. I know its for the kingdom, but God knows my heart too. I want a family, and I don't want my family and my marriage taking a backseat to ministry. If it wasn't going to work the Lord wouldn't have spoken it. Xavier knows and understands this too, so there will be a middle ground." Janette responded with a chuckle.
"I'm sure it will be. Have come to grips with leaving the safety new of Lighthouse and going to Kendricks Memorial, Lady Clarke?" I said teasing Janette, she was not too pleased to be leaving her dad's church, her home church, to join Xavier at Kendricks Memorial.
"Sister Christopher doesn't want to but has to, and Lady Clarke will deal with it." She replied referring to herself in the third person.
"Uh-uhn daughter, that doesn't sound like submission." I teased with a chuckle.
"The submission is in there being a Lady Clarke to be at Kendricks Memorial." She retaliated laughing.
"Alright now, daughter! I got about seven chapel caps for you too for your first few months over there." I said, by this time I'm laughing so hard I'm beginning to tear.
"Chey, please don't remind me how traditional they are over there. I hate wearing them during Regionals and Fellowships now its about to be an every Sunday thing." Janette laughed.
"Its times like these I don't resent being single." I said.
"Oh trust, let Quincy talk to you long enough on the right night and you'll be longing for something to cuddle up with at night other than Zion." She retorted.
"Oh really?! Like how you cuddle with Xavier?"
"That's different. That's ministry"
We both busted out in laughter.
"Be ye holy for I am holy, and on that note I'm going to bed. Me and Zion." I said.
"Good Night Girl, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Night Lady, call me before you go to see Dad Christopher and I may meet you. I'm working from home tomorrow."
"Okay. Night."
We hung up and as saw I had a text message. I must not have heard the beep amidst all the laughing Janette and I were doing. 'CAN U MEET ME @ THE PROMENADE 2MRW?' it was from Quincy. Wow! He's really going hard I thought to myself.
I replied: 'I COULD, BUT FOR WHAT?'
To which he responded like minute later: 'CHEY BAY, I NEED 2 SEE U AGAIN! JUST US..'
I started to feel light and fluttery in my stomach seeing he referred to me as Chey Bay, that was his pet name for me while we were together. Truthfully, I wanted to see him just as bad, but I couldn't let him know: 'WHAT TIME?'
He responded: 'WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU'
I said: '5'
To which he responded: 'GREAT! I CAN'T WAIT 2 SEE U. I NVR STOPPED LOVING U CHEY BAY!'
I laid there and gazed at my phone rereading Quincy's last text message until I drifted off to sleep. I was totally caught up and I hoped I wasn't caught up in my own form of lust. God keep me!
"I'm well. What do you want?" I said sharply.
"Well I'm fine, too. Thanks for asking." he said being sarcastic.
"I didn't."
"Cheyenne, sweetie, why are you acting like this?"
"What do you want, Quincy?"
"If I told you, you'd have to give it me." he chuckled.
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"Ugh, you're so disgusting! Get off of my phone please. I'm giving you fair warning before I become careless and hang up." Clearly I didn't find that funny.
"Cheyenne, I'm sorry. Please hear me out, I've been doing some thinking." Ha! Quincy thinking before he speaks, Christ was near and soon to come.
"What, Quincy?"
"I've been doing some thinking about us."
"There is nothing to think about, there is no us anymore. You made that decision, Quincy."
"And that's what I've been thinking about Cheyenne, the mistake I made. I know I hurt you and I can only imagine the pain especially after realizing the pain I was in from loosing you. In these past few months, I've been praying and consulting God and I see how you were the only one who always had my best interest at heart. Not my father, not my mother and definately not Lisa. She just wanted the perks and not put in any work. I could barely get her to bless the food, let alone trust her to pray me through and cover me when I go out to minister."
"Quincy, that was your choice. Not mine, I'm over it and I advise you do the same."
"Cheyenne, I'm not finished. Please, just hear me out, please!" He begged.
"Proceed Quincy, I'll get my violins" I said sarcastically.
"I'm serious Cheyenne."
"I know."
"Like I was saying, I lost out when I let you go, but I'm man enough to admit my wrongs. I was too busy doing what I've done my whole life -- what my parents want me to do, especially my father and not what was best for Quincy. Cheyenne, I want to correct my wrongs. Through much prayer I realize that its you I want, you that I need."
He sounded so sincere. It was causing my heart to flutter and I was actually believing what I was hearing. I had to get a hold of myself, before he detected he was penetrating. Just then, there was a beep on the line. I glanced at the screen to see it was Janette calling me.
"Quincy, I have to go. That's Janette on the other line and its urgent."
"Well, can I call you later?" He never asked before, I don't see why he bothered to ask now.
"Text me." I replied rushing him off the phone and hanging up on him in order to catch Janette's call. I caught it on the fourth ring.
"Chey, what took you so long to pick up? I know you DVR R.A. Vernon so you can watch it again later." Janette greeted, sounding much happier than a few hours ago.
"Girl, Quincy had me playing violins." I shrugged.
"Quincy Matthews?! How did you end up on the phone with him? What did he want?"
"He texted me while we were at the hospital but I didn't get it until I got in the car and he called when I got home. I guess me not answering his text messages threw him, so he called."
"Oh really? What was he saying?" Janette asked sounding shocked that I answered the phone. She of all people knows that he would be one of the last people I'd willfully talk to again outside of Kingdom work. She was my human sponge when Quincy ended our relationship to fulfill his ministry, but with his pre-arranged First Lady to be, Lisa Kendricks. His parents and her parents had this planned lifestyle for Quincy and her since her debutante when he escorted her.
See, Quincy, I mean Elder Quincy Matthews, comes from a very socially prestigious family, both in the church world and outside. His father owns several commercial properties and his mother is a the dean over the English department at Jackson University and in addition to all of that his father is a Kingdom Church of God Executive Board big wig. So Quincy’s designated helpmeet had, to not only look the part, but have the lineage to match. Lisa Kendricks was the granddaughter of the late Apostle Kendricks, the founder of Kingdom Church of God, so she had the lineage down. Lisa was also a very beautiful young lady if I must admit, never intimidating to me, but beautiful nonetheless. She stood at five foot, seven inches tall, with a caramel skin complexion and a very voluptuous size six figure. Her hair was very versatile, but as of recently she had been sporting an asymmetrical bob cut. She had modeled extensively throughout her latter high school years and early college years, travelling to Milan, Dubai, and Venice to name a few and graduated summa cum laude from Jackson University a year after Quincy and I. So on paper and the outside, Lisa Kendricks is the perfect match for dear old Elder Matthews, but from what he was saying to me just a while ago, Sister Kendricks ain’t got the anointing he needs her to have.
“How he’s sorry for ending our relationship, how Lisa isn’t for him, that he’s tired of living the Matthews dream and ready to make decisions based on his happiness and.." I stopped mid sentence. I was contemplating wheter or not to tell Janette all that Quincy said in regards to me.
"And what, Chey. What else did he say?" Janette asked sounding sort of eager yet impatient.
"He said he wanted me and.. and that he needed me." I replied slowly, actually thinking out what Quincy had said.
"He wants you now?! As if he can just pick you up and put you down when he gets good and ready." Janette had a bit of irritation in her voice. I could understand her irritation, but she was not easy to give the benefit of the doubt, especially once you've done wrong by her or someone she loved.
"You and I both know that isn't it. You know how those Matthews are, so shallow and superficial." I responded trying to bring her back down before she got all riled up.
"Yea, but he's almost thirty! He can make his own decisions, Chey, so he can't keep using that crutch. Part of me feels he always wanted to experience Lisa regardless of his parents influence. Hmmph. But that's another subject for another day. So what did you say to all of this foolery?" She questioned.
"I didn't say anything. That's when you called on the other line." I was beginning to feel like I was being interigated and becoming defensive so I opted not tell her about me suggesting he text me later. "Now Jan, I didn't tell you to call me to talk about the Elder. How's Dad Christopher?" I said making an attempt to redirect the conversation. I had had enough excitement for one day and I was getting tired.
"He's progressing quickly, thank God. By the time Jaime, Jess and I left, his heart rate had fully stabilized. Mommy is staying the night with him and I'll go by on my lunch hour tomorrow to relieve Mommy."
"That's great! God is still on the throne. Have your emotions stabilized, honey?" I asked uprooting from my chaise, picking up Zion and headed up the stairs to my bedroom.
"Yea, Xavier called once he got in the office after he preached and talked to me and prayed with me. God, I love that man, he's just so patient and understanding." She responded. Xavier was her fiancee, national evangelist and prophet. He was a member of Kendricks Memorial Kingdom of God, the headquarters church. He and Janette had been dating for the past three years and he finally proposed to her six months ago. It was so funny because he was in the middle of prophescying to Missionary Winthrop at the Regional meeting and he just blurts out, "The Lord says to marry you!" and the congregation is like "huhn?!" Missionary Winthrop is a sixty-three year old widow! Then he continued "Janette, the Lord says now, Father says to marry you and the time is now!" I remember looking over at Janette who was so taken by shock, she just sat there expressionless. She managed to utter out a "yes" in the midst of her tears and worship. Jan Jan was going INNNN!!
"Jan, God knew what he was doing when he put you two together." I said placing her on speaker phone while I undressed and got into my pajamas. Zion crawled in between my accent pillows on my queen sized Mahogany sleigh bed. "I'm glad to hear about Dad Christopher making progress, can't wait 'til he's home. When does Xavier get back?"
"He's doing three nights out there and he'll be back Wednesday afternoon. We have to do tastings and finalize the menu with the caterer Wednesday evening and he's back out Thursday evening to Los Angeles for two nights and Sunday morning at Greater Rehoboth Temple."
"Whoa, girl. How's does he do it? Better yet how do you cope? Juggling wedding planning and a hectic ministry itinerary, I don't know if I could." I responded, I had to take my hat off to Janette, I am patient and tolerant, but she takes it to a whole new altitude.
"Girl, I don't even know. God is really instilling this tolerance and patience in me. I know its for the kingdom, but God knows my heart too. I want a family, and I don't want my family and my marriage taking a backseat to ministry. If it wasn't going to work the Lord wouldn't have spoken it. Xavier knows and understands this too, so there will be a middle ground." Janette responded with a chuckle.
"I'm sure it will be. Have come to grips with leaving the safety new of Lighthouse and going to Kendricks Memorial, Lady Clarke?" I said teasing Janette, she was not too pleased to be leaving her dad's church, her home church, to join Xavier at Kendricks Memorial.
"Sister Christopher doesn't want to but has to, and Lady Clarke will deal with it." She replied referring to herself in the third person.
"Uh-uhn daughter, that doesn't sound like submission." I teased with a chuckle.
"The submission is in there being a Lady Clarke to be at Kendricks Memorial." She retaliated laughing.
"Alright now, daughter! I got about seven chapel caps for you too for your first few months over there." I said, by this time I'm laughing so hard I'm beginning to tear.
"Chey, please don't remind me how traditional they are over there. I hate wearing them during Regionals and Fellowships now its about to be an every Sunday thing." Janette laughed.
"Its times like these I don't resent being single." I said.
"Oh trust, let Quincy talk to you long enough on the right night and you'll be longing for something to cuddle up with at night other than Zion." She retorted.
"Oh really?! Like how you cuddle with Xavier?"
"That's different. That's ministry"
We both busted out in laughter.
"Be ye holy for I am holy, and on that note I'm going to bed. Me and Zion." I said.
"Good Night Girl, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Night Lady, call me before you go to see Dad Christopher and I may meet you. I'm working from home tomorrow."
"Okay. Night."
We hung up and as saw I had a text message. I must not have heard the beep amidst all the laughing Janette and I were doing. 'CAN U MEET ME @ THE PROMENADE 2MRW?' it was from Quincy. Wow! He's really going hard I thought to myself.
I replied: 'I COULD, BUT FOR WHAT?'
To which he responded like minute later: 'CHEY BAY, I NEED 2 SEE U AGAIN! JUST US..'
I started to feel light and fluttery in my stomach seeing he referred to me as Chey Bay, that was his pet name for me while we were together. Truthfully, I wanted to see him just as bad, but I couldn't let him know: 'WHAT TIME?'
He responded: 'WHATEVER WORKS FOR YOU'
I said: '5'
To which he responded: 'GREAT! I CAN'T WAIT 2 SEE U. I NVR STOPPED LOVING U CHEY BAY!'
I laid there and gazed at my phone rereading Quincy's last text message until I drifted off to sleep. I was totally caught up and I hoped I wasn't caught up in my own form of lust. God keep me!
Kingdom Girl [1]
"Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling,..." Bishop Harp started as he quoted the benediction. BBBBZZZZ!!! BBBBZZZZ!!! My phone was going off in my bag. BBBBZZZZ!!! BBBBZZZZ!!! "Who is calling me knowing I'm in church?", I thought to myself. My phone buzzed two more times before the caller decided to hang up. I made a mental note to check my missed calls as soon as Bishop was finished. How embarassing someone was calling me during service, especially on the Sunday I was assigned to sit on the pulpit. It better have been urgent I thought to myself.
"...glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen."
"Amen" the congregation resounded in concert.
I made a mad dash to into my Dooney satchel bag for my beloved BlackBerry, the screen notified me of my missed call. Exiting the dialogue box, I saw Janette Christopher's name. Hmmm. I wondered what was so urgent, she knows what time I get out of church. Something must have really happened. I began to worry silently. I tried to get to my car as fast as I could so I could return Janette's call.
"Minister Bradley." I heard someone call out.
"Yes, who called me?" I asked turning in the direction of the voice trying not to sound too annoyed.
"I did." responded Elder Gaylord, Bishop Harp's micro-managing, nerve-riding, Divo of a Adjutant.
"Bless You, Elder Gaylord" I responded once in conversational distance.
"Bless You Daughter. Bishop would like to meet with you briefly." He replied snudely. Did he just son me and call me daughter? I thought to myself and shook my head as to not even vocalize it.
"Right now?!"
"Yes, right now Minister." His tone changing to matter-of-factly.
"What did I do now?!"
"Psst, as if I know! You better march your BCBG's in there and see what he want. Hmmp I was just told to come and get you."
"Thank You, Elder!" I said as I walked through the door of the sanctuary that led to the corridors of the administrative offices.
I knocked on Bishop's door twice. "Cheyenne, is that you?" He asked.
"Yes sir, its me."
"Come in and close the door behind you." I followed instructions and did as I was told, taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. Bishop sat in his brown leather wingback chair and placed his hands folded on his chest. "In all my years of pastoring Cheyenne, I have never seen such drive, conviction and enthusiasm in young people as you have instilled in the youths here at New Jerusalem."
"Why thank you Bishop, but its only through much prayer and the leadership of God, that we are where we are." I responded humbly while trying to suppress the proud grin I wanted to display.
"Well, Cheyenne aint no harms in giving honors wheres its due." I loved Bishop's little southern dialect and extra 's' sound at the end of words it didn't belong. "I asked you to come here because after this morning’s youths service and listening to you exalt them young peoples and ministering the Word, I's made my decision to submit your name as Regional Youth Prelate." He said leaning forward grinning with a gleam of pride.
"Wow, Bishop Harp, I'm honored, I don't know what to say. That's way more youth than just New Jerusalem" I managed to utter, still totally shocked.
"Say you'll do it and make me proud. 'Sides, there's only 7 mo' churches besides New Jerusalem." He responded.
"I'll do you one better, I'll pray on it and meet with you Friday after work, just before youth service to give you my answer." I retorted.
"See, Cheyenne, that's how I'm sure I can depend on you. You consult the Father first." He said proudly.
"In all my ways Bishop. Well, if that's all I must get going." I rushed still wondering what was the urgency with Janette's call.
"Yes, daughter it is. I shall see you Friday at 6:30. I'll tell Agnes to put it on my schedule. Have a blessed week. I'm praying with you too, now you hear?"
"Yes, sir. Blessings to you on this week too. See you Friday evening." I raced out the side door to my designated parking spot, started my ignition and phoned Janette back. "Hey, Janette, what's up? Is everything alright? I saw I missed your call while I was still in service." All I heard was sniffles on the other end, Janette was crying. "Jan, are you okay?! Talk to me!"
"Its...its Daddy..." She managed to stammer out.
"Yes, what's wrong, Hun" I asked. "What happened?" I tried to remain calm.
"He had a severe heart attack and the doctors aren't sure he's gonna make it, he has a twenty percent chance of living." Janette uttered through tears.
"Oh God, Jan! What hospital are you all at? I'm coming now!" I said.
"County East, he's in the ER. Hurry girl, I need you." She said.
"I'm coming, Hun, I'm coming." I responded as I hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived to the hospital, Janette was in the rear of the waiting room with her mother, Lady Michelene Christopher, and her brother Jamison and sister-in-law, Jessica. Ma Lene, as we affectionately referred to Lady Christopher, recognized me and waved me in their direction. Janette was texting someone when I walked up to her. “Hey Ma Lene, how are you?” I greeted walking closer.
“Hey Sweetie, I’m hanging in there.” Ma Lene responded.
“Jaime and Jess, how are you two? How much longer?” I asked.
“Good.” Jamison answered.
“I’m good, but I can’t wait until this little one comes out to meet us. Four more weeks until Jamison Lavander Christopher the third or Jaime-Lynn Lisette arrives.” Jessica replied. Jamison and Jessica didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, so they have names for a boy or a girl.
“Hey Jan Jan, how are you holding up? I rushed over here as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket. What’s the prognosis for Dad Christopher?” I asked turning my attention to Janette.
“I’m calmer now, glad to see you. I would’ve paid the ticket though,” she said with a chuckle. “Dad is still in the ER, they’re keeping him there until his heart beat regulates before they move him to a room. He’s going to have to stay a few nights for observation. His chances are looking up, we’ve been here praying and the doctor actually just came to update us a little before you got here.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. Lord, knows I was praying on my way over here. It’s not his time yet.” I responded.
“No, its not, he has his first grandchild on the way he still has to meet.” Jaime chimed in.
“So how was service on this morning?” Ma Lene asked.
“It was wonderful. The glory cloud was in the temple and the people praised and the people danced!”
“As usual, New Jeru knows how to praise Him.” Janette joked.
“Yes, it was Youth and Young Adult Sunday and from Praise and Worship on, the atmosphere was charged.” I said.
“Who preached?” Jaime asked.
“Jeremy Stacks. My God, that boy cleaned house too! The Lord really used him mightily. Bishop just sat there in awe at how the Lord has been really using the young people of New Jerusalem. So much in fact that Bishop Harp has told me that he is submitting my name for Regional Youth Prelate.”
“WOW! Chey that’s awesome. What did you say?” Janette asked.
“I told Bishop I’d pray on it and I have an answer for him before youth fellowship on Friday night. It’s a great honor to be considered, but an even greater task, I mean, regional?? New Jerusalem took much time and prayer and now the whole region? I’ve got a lot to consider.” I replied shaking my head.
“Well, Sweetie you did the right thing in letting Bishop Harp know that you needed to pray on it first. That’s the wisdom you are going to need if you choose to accept the position, but I believe God and Bishop know what they’re doing.” Ma Lene commented.
“I believe that much also. I just want to talk it over with the Father.” I stated.
“Can never go wrong with that.” Jessica commented just as a doctor approached us. He was rather handsome in those scrubs I thought to myself.
“Mrs. Christopher, can you come with me?” he asked. He and Ma Lene walked off to the side of the emergency room to continue the conversation. We all sat in silence and tried to read the doctor’s lips and Ma Lene’s facial expression. They both began to walk back our direction.
“Mommy, is everything alright? What’d he say?” Janette asked nervously.
“He’s says your father’s heart rate is stabilizing. They are going to keep him for observation and to run a few tests. He’s going to be fine, honey, but it will be a few days before they release him to come home. I’m going to go up to see him now, only two people are allowed at a time so Nette come with me and we’ll come back down in about ten minutes so Jaime and Jess can go up.” Ma Lene said and Janette nodded affirmatively.
“Well, Jan Jan, now that everything’s settling I’m going to head home and prepare for this week. Give me a call as soon as you get in. Okay?” I said while pulling my bag onto my shoulder and checking my phone. I saw a text message from Quincy, oh God, what did he want I thought to myself.
“Okay, I will.” Janette replied.
I hugged and kissed everyone and made my way to out the automatic doors to the parking lot. I got into my Black Acura TL and threw my bag into the passenger seat, started the ignition and turned up my stereo. My iPod was set on shuffle and Byron Cage’s “Proclamation” came blaring on. “There is a name...” I began to sing to myself. Before I backed out, I checked the text message from Quincy: Call me when you get a chance, it read. Puh huh I thought to myself as I proceeded to back out of my parking spot.
I stopped by the supermarket to pick up a head of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and cranberry juice on my way home. I pulled into my driveway, gathered my bags and groceries and went inside. I was greeted at the door by Zion, my teacup Yorkshire terrier. “Hi Booga.” I placed my bag on the kitchen counter along with my grocery bags. I went into the living room and turned on the television to the BET for R. A. Vernon’s broadcast, it was about that time. He was doing this series on being saved and single. His opening message was coming on and my phone was buzzing, it was Quincy. Oh God here we go I thought to myself “Hello…”
"...glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen."
"Amen" the congregation resounded in concert.
I made a mad dash to into my Dooney satchel bag for my beloved BlackBerry, the screen notified me of my missed call. Exiting the dialogue box, I saw Janette Christopher's name. Hmmm. I wondered what was so urgent, she knows what time I get out of church. Something must have really happened. I began to worry silently. I tried to get to my car as fast as I could so I could return Janette's call.
"Minister Bradley." I heard someone call out.
"Yes, who called me?" I asked turning in the direction of the voice trying not to sound too annoyed.
"I did." responded Elder Gaylord, Bishop Harp's micro-managing, nerve-riding, Divo of a Adjutant.
"Bless You, Elder Gaylord" I responded once in conversational distance.
"Bless You Daughter. Bishop would like to meet with you briefly." He replied snudely. Did he just son me and call me daughter? I thought to myself and shook my head as to not even vocalize it.
"Right now?!"
"Yes, right now Minister." His tone changing to matter-of-factly.
"What did I do now?!"
"Psst, as if I know! You better march your BCBG's in there and see what he want. Hmmp I was just told to come and get you."
"Thank You, Elder!" I said as I walked through the door of the sanctuary that led to the corridors of the administrative offices.
I knocked on Bishop's door twice. "Cheyenne, is that you?" He asked.
"Yes sir, its me."
"Come in and close the door behind you." I followed instructions and did as I was told, taking a seat on the opposite side of his desk. Bishop sat in his brown leather wingback chair and placed his hands folded on his chest. "In all my years of pastoring Cheyenne, I have never seen such drive, conviction and enthusiasm in young people as you have instilled in the youths here at New Jerusalem."
"Why thank you Bishop, but its only through much prayer and the leadership of God, that we are where we are." I responded humbly while trying to suppress the proud grin I wanted to display.
"Well, Cheyenne aint no harms in giving honors wheres its due." I loved Bishop's little southern dialect and extra 's' sound at the end of words it didn't belong. "I asked you to come here because after this morning’s youths service and listening to you exalt them young peoples and ministering the Word, I's made my decision to submit your name as Regional Youth Prelate." He said leaning forward grinning with a gleam of pride.
"Wow, Bishop Harp, I'm honored, I don't know what to say. That's way more youth than just New Jerusalem" I managed to utter, still totally shocked.
"Say you'll do it and make me proud. 'Sides, there's only 7 mo' churches besides New Jerusalem." He responded.
"I'll do you one better, I'll pray on it and meet with you Friday after work, just before youth service to give you my answer." I retorted.
"See, Cheyenne, that's how I'm sure I can depend on you. You consult the Father first." He said proudly.
"In all my ways Bishop. Well, if that's all I must get going." I rushed still wondering what was the urgency with Janette's call.
"Yes, daughter it is. I shall see you Friday at 6:30. I'll tell Agnes to put it on my schedule. Have a blessed week. I'm praying with you too, now you hear?"
"Yes, sir. Blessings to you on this week too. See you Friday evening." I raced out the side door to my designated parking spot, started my ignition and phoned Janette back. "Hey, Janette, what's up? Is everything alright? I saw I missed your call while I was still in service." All I heard was sniffles on the other end, Janette was crying. "Jan, are you okay?! Talk to me!"
"Its...its Daddy..." She managed to stammer out.
"Yes, what's wrong, Hun" I asked. "What happened?" I tried to remain calm.
"He had a severe heart attack and the doctors aren't sure he's gonna make it, he has a twenty percent chance of living." Janette uttered through tears.
"Oh God, Jan! What hospital are you all at? I'm coming now!" I said.
"County East, he's in the ER. Hurry girl, I need you." She said.
"I'm coming, Hun, I'm coming." I responded as I hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived to the hospital, Janette was in the rear of the waiting room with her mother, Lady Michelene Christopher, and her brother Jamison and sister-in-law, Jessica. Ma Lene, as we affectionately referred to Lady Christopher, recognized me and waved me in their direction. Janette was texting someone when I walked up to her. “Hey Ma Lene, how are you?” I greeted walking closer.
“Hey Sweetie, I’m hanging in there.” Ma Lene responded.
“Jaime and Jess, how are you two? How much longer?” I asked.
“Good.” Jamison answered.
“I’m good, but I can’t wait until this little one comes out to meet us. Four more weeks until Jamison Lavander Christopher the third or Jaime-Lynn Lisette arrives.” Jessica replied. Jamison and Jessica didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, so they have names for a boy or a girl.
“Hey Jan Jan, how are you holding up? I rushed over here as fast as I could without getting a speeding ticket. What’s the prognosis for Dad Christopher?” I asked turning my attention to Janette.
“I’m calmer now, glad to see you. I would’ve paid the ticket though,” she said with a chuckle. “Dad is still in the ER, they’re keeping him there until his heart beat regulates before they move him to a room. He’s going to have to stay a few nights for observation. His chances are looking up, we’ve been here praying and the doctor actually just came to update us a little before you got here.”
“I’m so glad to hear that. Lord, knows I was praying on my way over here. It’s not his time yet.” I responded.
“No, its not, he has his first grandchild on the way he still has to meet.” Jaime chimed in.
“So how was service on this morning?” Ma Lene asked.
“It was wonderful. The glory cloud was in the temple and the people praised and the people danced!”
“As usual, New Jeru knows how to praise Him.” Janette joked.
“Yes, it was Youth and Young Adult Sunday and from Praise and Worship on, the atmosphere was charged.” I said.
“Who preached?” Jaime asked.
“Jeremy Stacks. My God, that boy cleaned house too! The Lord really used him mightily. Bishop just sat there in awe at how the Lord has been really using the young people of New Jerusalem. So much in fact that Bishop Harp has told me that he is submitting my name for Regional Youth Prelate.”
“WOW! Chey that’s awesome. What did you say?” Janette asked.
“I told Bishop I’d pray on it and I have an answer for him before youth fellowship on Friday night. It’s a great honor to be considered, but an even greater task, I mean, regional?? New Jerusalem took much time and prayer and now the whole region? I’ve got a lot to consider.” I replied shaking my head.
“Well, Sweetie you did the right thing in letting Bishop Harp know that you needed to pray on it first. That’s the wisdom you are going to need if you choose to accept the position, but I believe God and Bishop know what they’re doing.” Ma Lene commented.
“I believe that much also. I just want to talk it over with the Father.” I stated.
“Can never go wrong with that.” Jessica commented just as a doctor approached us. He was rather handsome in those scrubs I thought to myself.
“Mrs. Christopher, can you come with me?” he asked. He and Ma Lene walked off to the side of the emergency room to continue the conversation. We all sat in silence and tried to read the doctor’s lips and Ma Lene’s facial expression. They both began to walk back our direction.
“Mommy, is everything alright? What’d he say?” Janette asked nervously.
“He’s says your father’s heart rate is stabilizing. They are going to keep him for observation and to run a few tests. He’s going to be fine, honey, but it will be a few days before they release him to come home. I’m going to go up to see him now, only two people are allowed at a time so Nette come with me and we’ll come back down in about ten minutes so Jaime and Jess can go up.” Ma Lene said and Janette nodded affirmatively.
“Well, Jan Jan, now that everything’s settling I’m going to head home and prepare for this week. Give me a call as soon as you get in. Okay?” I said while pulling my bag onto my shoulder and checking my phone. I saw a text message from Quincy, oh God, what did he want I thought to myself.
“Okay, I will.” Janette replied.
I hugged and kissed everyone and made my way to out the automatic doors to the parking lot. I got into my Black Acura TL and threw my bag into the passenger seat, started the ignition and turned up my stereo. My iPod was set on shuffle and Byron Cage’s “Proclamation” came blaring on. “There is a name...” I began to sing to myself. Before I backed out, I checked the text message from Quincy: Call me when you get a chance, it read. Puh huh I thought to myself as I proceeded to back out of my parking spot.
I stopped by the supermarket to pick up a head of lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and cranberry juice on my way home. I pulled into my driveway, gathered my bags and groceries and went inside. I was greeted at the door by Zion, my teacup Yorkshire terrier. “Hi Booga.” I placed my bag on the kitchen counter along with my grocery bags. I went into the living room and turned on the television to the BET for R. A. Vernon’s broadcast, it was about that time. He was doing this series on being saved and single. His opening message was coming on and my phone was buzzing, it was Quincy. Oh God here we go I thought to myself “Hello…”
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