Chapter 46

             The group was excited.  They had planned to start the meeting at seven but at seven no one was there but themselves.  Having brought an amplifier and a small generator with all the foodstuffs and cooking gear, they felt ready for a crowd.  Disappointment began to set in, as it seemed no one would show up; but George suggested cooking anyway and they got a fire going and began to put on some hot dogs.

            George tried a couple of Christian folk songs on his guitar as he sang over the microphone, and even though his voice was deep and rich for that type of music, Shawanda saw the need to take over.

            She first versed them in tapping in a two-four beat and had them clap together as she rang out a rousing Pentecostal song:

                                    I feel good
                                    when I think about
                                    What He's done for me
                                    I feel good 
                                    When I think about
                                    What He's done for me

            Over and over again and again she belted out the tune until a crowd began to gather.  when she stopped the small crowd of twenty or so gave her a round of applause.  George sat back in amazement as he admired this multi-talented woman.

            Shawanda then went into a rendition of 'Give me a Clean Heart', not the Charismatic version, but the Pentecostal one which included plenty of soul and feeling:

                                    Give me a clean heart
                                    And I follow Thee
                                    I'm not asking
                                    For the riches of the land
                                    I'm not asking
                                    For high men to know my name
                                    But give me Lord
                                    A clean heart
                                    So that I
                                    May follow Thee
                                    Give me a clean heart
                                    And I'll follow Thee

            At the end of the song, they could see tears in the eyes of many in the audience.  Shawanda then decided to give her testimony.

            "Some of you out there are just like me.  You were brought up right.  Your parents and your grandparents and your aunts and uncles told you about Jesus.  You got older, like I did, got out on your own, and you strayed away.

            "Well, let me tell you, it's time to come back.  It's time to reaffirm your love for God and your faith in the Lord Jesus Christ.

            "Now I know, some of you like playing Mr. Tough guy and Ms. Tough Lady.  You don't like to admit your need for anyone or anything.  But you need Jesus! And I need Jesus!

            "I'm going to kneel down here and pray and admit my need.  Those of you with enough guts to not care what people might think, come on kneel with me."

            Aaron's fellowship group looked on in awe as the majority of the group moved forward to pray with Shawanda.  Aaron was reminded of when Charles had preached at his church.  Shawanda had some of that same mysterious power to almost mesmerize people with her words.  He wondered why he didn't have it, although he didn't like admitting that he didn't.  Still, he determined to ask Charles about it at a later date.  He knew he would have an answer; a real answer.

            Shawanda had barely finished praying when someone who hadn't come forward called out.

            "What you doing with those white oppressors?"

            She recoiled in horror realizing it was Jesse's voice.  Still it had to be answered and only she could do it.

            "Jesus didn't die for just black people or white people or red people or yellow people."  She called back.

            "The Bible says, 'God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life'.  These people are whosoever and so am I. 

            "This is about love and not about hate.  Yes I know there are some white people that have done evil things but there are people in every race that do evil things.  We must not let skin color or facial features or hair texture put a barrier between brothers and sisters in Christ!"

            By now there were choruses of amens between each sentence that Shawanda spoke.  These hearty amens came from the very people that had just a few moments ago prayed with Shawanda.

            "You're coming with me!"  Jesse commanded as he lunged forward to reach her.

            George immediately jumped between the two facing Jesse.  He had determined he would not hurt her again.

            "You want the goods, but you don't want to pay the price of commitment."  Shawanda yelled back.  "We're through!  I'd thought you understood that!"

            In a rage Jesse drew back his fist and came across George's face with a hard right cross.  The force of the blow turned George's head and began to buckle his knees.

            "Oh!" Shawanda gasped.  "Jesus help us!"

            George stood back up straight.  He wouldn't move from his position.  Jesse started with a left hook, but this time out it stopped in mid-air.  Slim had grabbed his arm and the others quickly surrounded him, picked him up and removed him from the park amid his screams of protest.

            Shawanda fell to her knees and began to belt out another song:

                                    Thank you Lord
                                    Thank you Lord
                                    Thank you Lord
                                    I just want to thank you Lord

            The second time through everyone joined in singing, "Thank you Lord......"

            Afterwards the people ate together, talked among themselves and told one another their backgrounds.  Aaron explained what he believed God was doing and most expressed an interest in returning the following week.

            After the newcomers had left and the old crew began cleaning up, Shawanda went over to George, threw her arms around his waist and planted her head against his chest.

            "Muscles, you're my hero,"  she proclaimed.

            Judy looked on realizing that Shawanda was a real rival, and one that could be tough to beat, but she had a few tricks of her own that would very soon be put into play.

 

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