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Why do I Continue to Write?

Why do I Continue to Write?

As many of you know, I love to write short stories and plays. When my boys were small, my husband and I attended a Baptist Church in the Avondale Community of Birmingham, Alabama. My husband’s Church was called Harmony Street Baptist Church. Again, I was writing for the women in the Missionary Society. In the play, the different
presidents (of the small groups) of the missionary society were discontented because so few people came to their meetings. Our group of young women were called “Matrons”. Whenever it was time for us to lead the night service, we often preformed an original play.
Once, I wrote a play entitled “HERE LIES THE DEVIL”. All of the missionary groups participated. In my play, a lawyer name Sister Love battled with the devil and won. The story ended with the combat being so humiliating to the devil and his delegation they just gave up. Sister Love beat the devil out of the Church and he has never been seen at Harmony Street again.
Of course it was just a play. To my knowledge, the devil was never there in the first place. When I rewrote the play I made the lawyer a man and now it is popular for churches to have small groups. In this scenario, Attorney Love fights with the devil for the soul of the leaders of small groups and win.
In spite of the fact, the original play was written for an all women’s cast, the subject matter applies to all backsliders.
If your church is interested in “HERE LIES THE DEVIL”
contact: Carrie Ware
424 Pittsburgh Street
Birmingham, Alabama 35217

What Can We Do About Josette?

What Can We Do about Josette?

In the fall, birds would migrate to warmer weather before winter. Josette lived in north Alabama. Alabama is south of where the birds migrated from, but it was not as far south as the birds would go. In the spring of the next year they would migrate home. You could always tell the time of the year by the birds’ migration. You could always tell the direction; North, South, East & West by the direction the birds took.
Little Josette loved to welcome the bird each year. When Josette turned six, it was the very same scenario. Josette sat on the front porch in a big rocker waiting for the birds. When she turned seven and eight the birds had officially sat a pattern. They made a stop-over in Mr. Patterson’s big tree, next door, for the night and a stopover in Josette’s yard for food.
Josette would get extremely excited the first signs of autumn and spring. She knew time for the bird’s arrival was getting near in the fall, and she knew spring break was getting near in the spring. Autumn also provoked enthusiasm in Josette’s heart because she knew a new school year was starting and the birds were coming,
Mother made a ton of loaves of homemade wheat bread. The family would slice off a piece of bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner. But, when the birds came daddy had to go to the store to buy sliced bread because Josette gave mother’s bread to her guess that spent the night in Mr. Patterson’s tree.
Daddy was so disappointed in Josette. The bread that mother cooked could smell up the entire street. It was just that good. Sliced bread from the store was not nearly as good. The birds listened carefully to Josette getting a whipping, but they would not fly away. They knew the next day Josette would be out there throwing bread in spite of here whipping. Daddy and Mother gave up. Mother started baking bread for the birds and baking bread for the family. Eventually Josette and her family moved away from that house and unfortunately, Josette never saw those birds again.

Blue Bird, Blue Bird in & out the Window

Blue Bird, Blue Bird in & out the Window

Is anyone old enough to remember the game children played called, Blue Bird, Blue Bird in and out the window? The children sang catch a little girl/boy depending on whoever is caught at the time. The song went on to say “Take a little girl/boy and tap her/him on the shoulder. Take a little girl/boy and tap her/him on the shoulder, (repeat) Oh, Johnny I’m tired. If caught you were rocked in the arms of the two who made the window. In This scenario the kids lined up single file. They are asked which flavor of ice cream or candy they like best. The two making the bridge predetermine which flavor they wanted to be. If you happen to be the one caught; you were asked which flavor you wanted and you would stand behind your flavor of choice. At the end of the game, you pulled a rope to make the winning team. Usually, the team with the highest number of people won.
Or, the children could stand in a circle holding hands high up in arches to form the window in the song. One kid is the Blue Bird who flies in and out of the arches or windows. During the second verse, the bird chooses a partner by patting him/her on the shoulder. The second child then follows holding the 1st child’s shoulders while they traveled through the windows. Then the game continues until all the children are chosen. When there are only two children left, they then become the first two bluebirds in the next round.
Sometimes our lives behave like Bluebirds in and out the Window. We grow close to God and then God seem far away. Who moved? Surely God didn’t. We ask why Jesus spoke in parables. He did so because He wanted his disciples to teach the entire world his words. He wanted to teach that He came for the lovable as well as the not so lovable. We are sometimes like Jonah. We believe a person or persons are not savable. There is no reason to waste your time with this one or that one. He/she is unsavable. In Christ there is no East nor West. It did not matter if you were Jew or gentile, male or female, free or in bondage, we all have the same chance. The same chance to get to paradise is available to all of us. The tree of life remains available to all.

Epilogue to Elnora

Epilogue
Elnora was supposed to be a happy, fake, historical story. Somewhere in the mist of telling this story, Elnora and Lemon took a life of their own. None of this actually happened to a girl name Elnora and a boy called Lemon or Hometown. Nor did these events actually happen to anyone I know or have been told about. Last Spring I was going to Branson, Mo. on a Greyhound Bus. When I got off the Bus in St. Louis, Mo., for a rest stop, I saw a young Indian young man who looked just like my mind’s idea of Lemon. He looked at me as if to say “Why is that old Black Woman looking at me?” I wanted to say: Hello Lemon.
Elnora went through the course of growing pains just like a real girl. At one point she was extremely jealous of Lemon.
The story might have ended differently if Elnora had been mature enough to realize Kenneth really loved her.
It is said God has a funny sense of humor. When I dated my husband, my only request was that he never became a minister. I grew up as a minister’s daughter. I can remember my Mom going through trouble times as the wife of a minister. Every situation is not the same. However, I didn’t want to try out that scenario. Many of my husband’s friends were ministers. He was encouraged to go into the ministry by his friends; I would not stand in the way if he had felt he had a true calling from God on his life. As I said before, God has a true funny sense of humor. God realized I adamantly objected to my husband becoming a minister so he called me.
When my husband and son were killed in 2006, I was in the SUV with them. When I woke up after my Doctor’s induce comma, people were telling me they were sorry for my lost. I didn’t consider them lost. I knew where they were. They were with the Lord. I was told by several people; Richard Dishon (my son) came by their house or place of employment to talk about true salvation. Richard (my husband) was a Sunday School Teacher. He was a true servant of God. Richard would be proud of the story about Elnora. It speaks of a Godly life without being too preachy. The story runs the unequivocal existence of two young lovers from alpha to omega.
Elnora story line was suppose tell of a girl growing up on a farm in Alabama on the edge of the Civil Rights Movement, but it ended up being much more. One does get a sense of what life was like for people of color doing that era. However, The Trials and Tribulation of Elnora ended up being much more.