The Church Within

1 min
Image of 2018


Image of Short Story
I turned in church to get a look at the woman behind me. She was a year or two above my twenty two years. She was pretty in her soft yellow dress but plain. The churches rule was no make-up and no jewelry. She had accomplished the AMERICAN DREAM according to Bethel Apostolic church. She was a wife and a mother. Regardless of how tired, haggard and miserable she looked she had accomplished a woman's purpose in the eyes of God and the Church.
I was still single, lived and home and worked as a secretary at a law office. My mother an opinionated and judgmental woman made it her mission to marry me off to a church man who loved God. I attended church regularly, talk the way I was supposed to and acted according to the rules but there was a dry emptiness inside me.
I was invited to a party by a co-worker. I accepted. I was disowned by my family and deemed a wordly harlot. I felt as if a weight had been lifted. I packed a small bag of personal items and took my Bible. I walked to the bus stop and took it to the cheapest motel I found in the phone book.
While standing at the counter I noticed cards for a women's abuse center. I took one. Professional counselling later? Right now I was fine. I went against the teachings of a church and my parents. But, I was at peace.
The co-worker picked me up and took me to the party. I laughed and danced with beautiful people that in my world were known as sinners. I felt happy, felt peace and for the first time in my life I felt God. My spirit opened as I connected with the church within.

Few words for the author? Comment below. 0 comments

Take a look at our advice on commenting here

To post comments, please

You might also like…

Short Fiction

Open Wide

Camille Clark

In college, I went on a date with the son of my mother’s coworker. I couldn’t remember if his name was Jason or Justin, so I spent the entire night maneuvering my way out of saying his name. He... [+]

Short Fiction

The Men in the Woods

Daniel Wallace

The men who live in the woods behind my house had been getting out of hand for some time. They were all in their mid-fifties, golfers formerly, and meat eaters -- jolly men in general -- but since... [+]