Peoples came to church all sorts of ways. Early on, mens rode showy horses while their gals sat in buggies, shadin their pasty faces. Us poor folk walked, heads low so’s we wouldn’t look at no one. Cause problems.
Later, cars, mostly black, kicked dust in our eyes. Preacher Thompson had a fancy red truck. Course he did.
During the flood, Dawson piled us in his shrimp boat and blasted over them waters. Got to church directly on time. Thompson sermoned about the power of giving before claiming Dawson’s boat as a righteous offering.
Now Dawson ain’t got no money.
Up From the Ashes 
It seems the church taketh away, but not so much giveth…
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Kinda’ my Catholic upbringing. The priest always asked for more.
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Oh no 😦 A richly layered story about so many injustices wrought upon man by man.
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Thank you for seeing the “inside” of the story.
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You’re welcome.
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That’s how it is, the rich robbing the poor. Those that have plenty give nothing while those with nothing give it all. Great story, Lish! 🙂
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Thanks, Bear. And it seems to be getting worse!
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Indeed…we’re now on week four with water in our kitchen and living room. Maintenance has no clue. They make promises to repair that they are unable to keep. grrr….
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And you are looking at more mold that ANYONE needs.
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I suspect the lesson here is; don’t flaunt your good fortune in front of the preacher.
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It wasn’t good fortune; it was his livelihood, and he was sharing it with others.
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Oh, I need a post where that terrible preacher is taken down!
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Perhaps that greedy fellow will get his come-uppins in my next 100-word story. Thanks for leaving a reply, future neighbor.
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I hope so!
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Dawson may have chosen his church unwisely. I thought at first, from the unorthodox diction it was going to be a post-apocalyptic tale. But this sounds distinctly pre-apocalypse
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It is pre-apocalypse. I think they all chose their church unwisely. Greedy priests and pastors don’t bode well. Thanks for reading.
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Bastard!
And that’s how I feel about religion 😦
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There is a branch of Christ the King Church here in Sudden Valley. The pastor is a very kind man. Being raised in the Catholic faith, I don’t attend any church, but I do like him. He’s very kind.
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What a sense of entitlement… how about the Lord having given him a congregation?
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It’s kind of forgetting The Lord giveth and focusing on The Lord taketh away.
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Wonderful voice Lish. That church needs to practise what it preaches me thinks. 😇
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Awe, thank you!
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Strong story, with a great voice, Lish. Some churches are like your story, some are much more as you’d hope, being generous and meeting the needs of the local community.
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Oh, boy, that’s for sure. It’s hard to find that delicate balance. Thanks for reading.
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Dear Lish,
A story to make one’s blood boil. It certainly stirred mine. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Religion tends to do that, doesn’t it? Thanks
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Well done on many levels. 🙂
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Thank you very much
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So much injustice on a number of levels. Excellently written, Alicia.
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Thank you!
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The dark side of so-called “faith.”
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There are so many dark sides.
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it’s preachers like him that gives religion the bad vibe. may their tribe decrease.
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The voice in your story came across strongly
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Thanks so much
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An unfortunate thing, the things that people do in Gods’ mind.
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Oh, boy! I don’t even want to count the ways.
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