Joy Jones stood in her office at the church dressed in her clerical robe over a prim dark blue dress and a white dog collar. The look on her face showed a deep range of emotions including disdain as she listened to the podcast coming from the Spotify app on her laptop.
Her brother Lazarus' podcast. She didn't mind ministering through certain things such as social media and podcasts. She often had thought of moving in that direction herself. But she disagreed with how most used it. Like her brother. He wasn't preaching the word of the Lord. He wasn't talking about love and faith and charity for all humanity. He was talking about hate. Hate for White people, hate for queer people, hate for interracial couples, hate for transgender people, hate for everyone but one hundred percent African American people. And with her fraternal twin brother it had to be one hundred percent. He didn't consider biracial people to be part of the race and he didn't like African people. Once at Christmas dinner he had irritated her to the point she had told him he was literally no different than a klansman. Her parents had been upset with her even though they disagreed with him too , well her mother did , but she didn't care. She was right. She had said it because he deliberately offended her wife Bethany because she was White and from the south , Mississippi. That day she had had enough of the constant disrespect to her wife. Especially coming from a man who had had five wives.
Today he was talking about the case. Faith's case. He didn't care about what had happened. No. She knew that. He just wanted to stir up emotions as usual and increase his church membership. Maybe he needed a new luxury car. Another pair of designer drawers. He was portraying Faith as an unstable emotional tool that was being used by the White police to keep down the Black race. A tool who was then being sacrificed to protect a White police officer.
Joy sighed. Maybe it was true. She didn't know. Not the part about Faith who was too strong and too smart to be used by anyone but the other part. But there was a better way to prove it , to expose it , to remedy it.
She walked over to her desk with the laptop where her brother pranced about the stage , in his enormous megachurch where no seat was empty, in his golden robes and sweat drenched face.
She picked up her sermon she was going to read that day. There was a better way. A way of love, peace, tolerance and nonviolence.
Of course her brother Lazarus called her a fool.
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ODDS OF LOVE : SEASON ELEVEN
General FictionThe ongoing soap opera about the trials and tribulations of disabled math professor and genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC area.
