Sweet Little Marie by Frankie Dawson
“You got to get up here, Frankie. Marie wants to see you!” said my pastor husband.
Marie had both her legs amputated for some disease. She’s a small-framed Mexican widow with a bouncy gray ponytail. She and her deceased husband used to sing and play the electronic piano for our church. Over the years she continued to stay with the church, even after her husband died. Verna Lee,
“The Lord has called Al to the ministry, but He ain’t called you!” She would say with a growl on her face.
A’nt Verna was a petite dark skinned woman who always looked scared all the time. You could tell behind those dark brown eyes she had suffered unmentionable shit she could never express. I loved A’nt Verna Lee, she died before she could see Al’s church and me as “first lady”.
“Bitch, “I thought at the time, she always said that in front of my sisters. Sho’ had better not say anything! Had to respect your elders.
“Yes, ma’am.” I said back. What the fuck was I going to say?
I often wondered why the Lord chose me…I joined toastmasters, practiced speaking, went to Bible classes, got a degree…still, fuck it, I got problems of my own.
Anyway, so I arrive at church late, as usual. I see Marie in the front, I’m several rows back. I politely smile and wave. Oh, shit, I’ve got to go and say something after the service. Lord, I don’t know what to say…
Marie had both her legs amputated for some disease. She’s a small framed Mexican widow with a bouncy gray pony tail. She and her deceased husband used to sing and play the electronic piano for our church. Over the years she continued to stay with the church, even after her husband died.
Al’s preaching… This is days after a Minneapolis cop (police officer) Derek Chauvin used a knee chokehold on a handcuffed black man, George Floyd, while three other cops looked on as the man died calling for his mama before all present. This started a riot over the country, good ole USA.
I wanted to tell her about the dream I had believing for Al’s leg to grow out. They cut his left leg due to a ladder incident. I (Al didn’t get a penny for that accident, big-time lawyers couldn’t find a reason to sue. Even social security wouldn’t give him a dime. ) I wanted to tell her about my son, Michael being healed of incurable brain malfunction. How they want him to be dependent on drugs.
Al had a heavy anointing this Sunday. I was taking notes.
The service is over. I go up front to see Marie, we hug.
“You look good Marie.” I said, trying not to notice her two amputated legs. I sit down with a chair between us, got to respect the corona rules, sit a distance apart.
Right off the bat she starts telling me about all the suffering she went through; the six operations she endured because the bone (I forgot which one) was cut incorrectly. She had fire in her eyes,
“No one should have to suffer like I did!” she said, almost coming to tears.
“My son wouldn’t let me go out! I wanted to sit on the porch…”
The rest I didn’t hear. It was like she needed me to hear every detail of her suffering. I threw in a few, I think comforting words,
I tell her about a miracle I heard about, limbs growing out, people being healed..she looks at me like,
I wanted to tell her about the dream I had believing for Al’s leg to grow out. They cut his left let due to a ladder incident. I (Al didn’t get a penny for that accident, big time lawyers couldn’t find a reason to sue. Even social security wouldn’t give him a dime. ) I wanted to tell her about my son, Michael being healed of incurable brain malfunction. How they want him to be dependent on drugs.
It’s like the Syrophoenician woman (Matthew 15:21-28) who expected her healing even though she was called a dog by Jesus) I wanted to tell her about me getting over racial injustice disguised as military, rape, assault I wanted to tell her to stay in faith. That I could believe for her, even if she couldn’t.
John 3;16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believed in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
SEE, all I’m doing is believing. Can’t keep in sync with the laws and protocol like the good people expect me to. Fuck ‘em.
He’ll perfect that which concerns me! Psalm 138:8
Talking, talking, talking. Everybody has an opinion, I can’t go back to business as usual. Going to the courts, changing laws, blaming different parties.
Wake up Church, wake up Niggars! It’s all about FEAR!
“Mean ole white man hurt me, again…let me find comfort in some white pussy. Pat me on the dick white lady and soothe my hurt, tell me you’ll love me and your daddy will leave me alone. Protect me, white woman, you’re the one I worship! “ says the black man on his knees. GOD!!!
"Save me white man, you have the power." Fuck you. (Opps, you already fucked me, you fearful son of a bitch!)
Television showed white women saving the police, white men showing Niggars how to loot.
Always the heroes, white boy.
Always the victim, black boy.
It’s time to fight…see the real enemy… wake up church…what you doing?
Leviathan, Jezabel’s daughter, Athliah
Learn how to fight in the spirit. The enemy is invisible…The enemy is in your mind!