Green Eyed Monster

Misinterpreted

Once Pastor Spears came over and prayed, Lola and Trevor seemed to forget what they had heard. He was my guardian angel. I was back in church regularly. I even joined the praise team. It's as if the church was waiting for my commitment.

The praise team is done. We're walking off the stage, but before I sit, an usher comes up to me saying, "Pastor Spears needs you in his office."

I nod and then proceed to the back of the church and knock on his door. "Come in, Sister Mae. I have a preaching engagement at another church this morning. I've asked Pastor for a few supporters. Will you please support me this morning?"

"I'd be honored, Pastor Spears."

"You need to return to the sanctuary for anything?"

"Nope. I was instructed to gather my things."

"Great. Follow me, or if you want, leave your car here and ride with me."

"Oh...okay."

Pastor Spears preaches great as always. Afterwards, the six of us who supported all went out and fellowshipped. Pinky had texted me at noon asking where I was. Once headed back home, I called her.

She answers, "Where'd you sneak off to?"

"Pastor Spears had an engagement at another ministry, so he invited me to support him."

"Oh. Well, how was it? Y'all just now getting out of service?"

"Well, of course Spears brought the house down, but that church was so out of order, it was comical. We definitely brought some excellence into the place." I laugh.

"Well, we shouldn't enter another church with that type of arrogance."

"I'm teasing Pinky. Lighten up. ...So what did Pastor preach on today?"

"Humility, not humiliation, was the title of his sermon."

"Sounds good. I'll download it once I get settled. Well, I'm home. Let me take a minute to relax. You can call me back later if you want."

"Probably not, I'm going to mentally prepare for work."

"I—Oh! Pastor Spears is calling me! Okay, talk to you later. ... Hi, Pastor Spears."

"Hey, Mae. I was calling to get your feedback on today's message. I know most will praise me even if they disagree, but not you. So I just wanted to hear your feedback."

"Seriously, it was perfect. I could tell it may have been a tad too deep for that church, but other than that, it was powerful and full of revelation."

"Amen. ...Well, what are you about to get into?"

"Nothing. About to wind down and mentally prepare for work tomorrow."

It's silent, so I hear him breathing. I kick off my shoes and undress right in my living room. He then says, "Well, I won't hold you. Thanks again for your support. Good night."

"Good night, Pastor."

I'd call Pinky and tell her what just happened, but I know she's feeling some type of way. In the few weeks I've been a regular, I've been invited to so many events and asked to do so much. Pinky has been faithful forever, and I doubt half the members even know her name. I told her to stop being a pew warmer and get more involved, but that didn't go over well, so I'm just doing me. She can either get involved or keep sitting back, hating on me.

It's now past 8 p.m. and my phone buzzes. It's Pastor Spears. He texts:

Pastor Spears: I couldn't rest without telling you how nice you looked today.