This is the third part of a fiction serial, in 750 words.
The prayer group meeting was nothing at all like Jimmy had imagined it would be. For one thing, it wasn’t in a church, but in the hall next to the Working Men’s Social Club. He had hoped to be able to wheel his mum in and make his excuses, but after he got her inside, a scary old lady bolted the door behind him. She said to take a seat at the front, so the wheelchair could be in the aisle.
Looking around, Jimmy guessed that his mum was the youngest in the group. Everyone else looked really old, and the whole place reeked of lavender water and smelly feet. He counted just eighteen people, besides him and his mum. They were sitting on the old wooden chairs arranged in rows, but everyone was in the first two rows. There must have been fifty chairs with nobody in them. He presumed it must be a slack day that Sunday.
Above the stage was a banner with ‘MAKE A DIFFERENCE’ printed on it in huge letters, and a black cross in each corner. Just like mum had written inside his Bible. Nobody seemed to be doing anything. There was no praying, and no hymn singing. Everyone was sat there just staring into space.
Then a man walked out onto the stage. He must have been standing to the side out of sight. As he appeared, the people all raised their heads and started smiling, including his mum. He was a big man. Tall, and stout too. He looked to be about fifty, and he was dressed in a three-piece black serge suit. In his left lapel was a silver cross, shining in the overhead lights, as was the greasy stuff he had used to stick his hair down. He looked around the room, nodding.
Someone behind Jimmy called out “Praise the Lord, Reverend George!” Then the rest of the people shouted the same thing. His mum reached out and grabbed Jimmy’s hand, beaming a smile at him, and inclining her head to suggest he join in. But he didn’t. Reverend George started speaking, and his voice was so loud, Jimmy wondered if he had a microphone hidden somewhere. He welcomed everyone, and thanked them for their preaching work in the community. Then he made a short speech about mum breaking her ankle, as she was preaching in the shopping precinct. How her willingness to injure herself to spread the word of God was an example to all.
Jimmy found that rather over the top. It wasn’t as if she had intended to fall off the three-step stool.
Everyone closed their eyes while Reverend George said a prayer about preaching salvation and repentance to those who had not seen the light. Jimmy kept his eyes open a bit, watching the man on the stage. When he finished speaking, the Reverend suddenly focused on Jimmy. He spoke even louder. “Today we have to welcome a new member of the congregation, young James. He has accompanied his mother to make her journey easier, and joined us for our service. Welcome to you, James”. Everyone repeated what he said, even mum. Jimmy felt his face go hot as he blushed.
For the next thirty minutes, George blabbed on about who should be going where to spread the word. He mentioned that there were plenty of leaflets available, and everyone should take some when they left. He kept on about how important it was for everyone to keep preaching in the town, claiming that the regular churches had been consumed by vice and greed, and only his group could make a difference.
Then he bent down and picked up a wooden box with a handle. Walking down the steps from the stage, he passed along the rows as the people stuffed money into the slot on top of the box. Jimmy was amazed to see his mum put two ten-pound notes into it. She didn’t earn much more than fifty a week, so donating twenty of that was a lot. When everyone had put in, George went back onto the stage to give the final prayer and blessing. It was more of a pep talk really, promising all the oldies a place in Heaven at the right hand of God if they continued to do their good work.
Just before they stood up to go, he suddenly called out Jimmy’s name.
“James! Be aware, young man. The Lord has special work for you. You will make a difference!”
Feeling like i had been there too, Pete! Lol The “smell of lavender water” is a very good point. I am sure you have experienced by your own? Best wishes, Michael
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Yes, anywhere there are a lot of old ladies, it always smells of lavender. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Lol – Seems there is really no difference in this, between the UK and Germany. 😉 xx
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The locked door is bothersome, as well as the manipulative preacher, this is getting good, C
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Glad you are enjoying it, Cheryl.
Best wishes, Pete.
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My advice to James is to wheel his mother out of there pronto…x
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But the scary old lady had bolted the door. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete. x
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Uh oh, Jimmy’s in the spotlight!
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Reverend George sees a potential new recruit! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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You are spot on about the minister saying such a thing to James. It is one very effective way of giving a sense of purpose to despondent kids. Works all too often.
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Thanks, Elizabeth. Just guesswork on my part, as I have no experience of organised religion at all. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Well you have absorbed much about it.
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It was hard to avoid. Religious Education was compulsory at school until I was 15. I didn’t pay it a lot of attention though. 🙂
Best wshes, Pete.
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I had no idea. A major difference between our countries.
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https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p001d7kb Roland’s song PRAYER will be featured at about 11.00am Please let Robert know you liked it . .
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I have the programme on my PC and I’m listening to it live. How do I tell him I like the song though? (Never done that before)
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Umm, no still no idea 🙂
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That’s as it is supposed to be. 🙂
Cheers, Pete.
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People like Reverend George have been bilking people out of money forever.
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They have indeed, Pete.
The promise of salvation is a crowd-pleaser.
Best wishes, Pete.
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George is a smooth talker. I hope Jimmy doesn’t get sucked in.
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I’m hoping that too, Jennie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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(1) The last item on the agenda of the prayer group meeting is to pray that the scary old lady will unbolt the door so that they can all leave.
(2) Just because 50 chairs are empty doesn’t mean nobody is sitting in them…
And now a word from our sponsor:
A man named Brad always brings his mother to church, and speaks to her often during mass. When the congregation rises, she forgets to sit down afterwards, and Brad will scold her kindly. “Sit down, mother!” The thing is, Brad’s mother is a ghost.
(Pope on the Dole)
And now back to our regularly scheduled comments:
(3) Slack Sundays can be attributed to slackadaisical churchgoers.
(4) Reverend George is a member of the Men in Black. He’s there to protect the masses—excuse me, this one Sunday mass—from the hostile aliens that come from outer space. This explains why people were staring into space. It pays to be prepared. “Make a difference. Stare into space.”
(5) Reverend George started speaking, and his voice was so loud, Jimmy wondered if he had a microphone hidden somewhere.Perhaps there’s another explanation….
And now another word from our sponsor:
During the mass, Father Priestley, or whatever alias he’s using on that day, often addresses God. He then throws his voice towards a hidden amplifier, and “God” replies in a Scottish accent that is reminiscent of Sean Connery.
(Pope on the Dole)
And now, once again, we return to our regularly scheduled comments:
(6) Meanwhile, in a church in Transylvania: “Today we have to welcome a new member of the congregation, young Frankenstein. He has accompanied his monster to make the journey easier, and has joined us for our service. Welcome, doctor!”
(7) Overheard:
God: “See all those leaflets on the Tree of Knowledge?”
Adam: “You bet I do! And by the time I’m done with it, that tree’s gonna be stark naked, and I’ll be a genius!”
God: “Silly boy! I’m not talking about the tree itself. I’m talking about the poison oak that’s growing on it.”
(8) Reverend George promised all the oldies a place in Heaven at the right hand of God. But what if God is left-handed?
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Nice Mel Brooks reference, David. And POTD made it in twice! 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Uh-oh! I sense trouble ahead. Hope ‘James’ is going to bring this scammer down.
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He is already wary of Reverend George, so we will see what happens later, Jude. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Why do I have the feeling Jimmy’s going to be completely sucked in?🧐
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I cannot imagine why you would think that, dear Kim. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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So the mum is already sucked in, will they brainwash Jimmy as well? 🤔
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Hmm. I hope not. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Twenty quid in the poor box? Blimey – something’s going on here…
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A contribution for salvation, Stevie. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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Ah, the old broken leg route to salvation. Having praised it, how may more oft the 16 others will suffer injuries in the “service” of the Lord? Warmest regards, Theo
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I hope that doesn’t start a trend, Theo. Those oldies might all end up in hospital for a lot longer than Jimmy’s mum did.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Blimey O’Reilly, sounds like a right scam going on. Hope James doesn’t fall for it.
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Time will tell. As it usually does. 🙂
Best wishes, Pete.
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