Mended Wings
Episode 2
Amen,” the congregation chorused. She dropped his hands
reluctantly and took her seat. How had she not noticed him? Perhaps because she had been late for church and prayer had started before she rushed into the church, hurriedly looking for a place to sit. She had
never seen him before. Was he a first-timer? He couldn’t have been, with that tag on his lapel. There was definitely more to it. She kept pondering on her new fascination until sound of applause interrupted
her thoughts and she unanimously joined the congregation in clapping.“Glory to God, glory to God. Our God is good!” a man on the altar said, smiling. All the time,” the congregation chorused.
“It’s been a wonderful time in God’s presence. I will like to invite our brother. He’s a lover of God, a worshipper, a teacher of the word, and he’s a vibrant youth. Let’s clap for the Lord as I call on Brother Joel Mason for his ministration,” he said and dropped the microphone as
sound of applause filled the building. Ella’s jaw dropped as the man who was seated beside her rose up and walked to the altar. She fixed her gaze on him as he left. She was right. She knew there was something about
him she couldn’t lay her hands on. But why didn’t he sit on the altar? How could a pastor be that handsome? She just couldn’t understand. His voice came through the microphone, returning her attention to church. “Glory to God, who was, is, and is to come. Thank you everyone. I’m humbled to be in your midst, and it’s a privilege to stand before you people of God…”
Her mind travelled. His voice was so heavenly. And the way he
seasoned each sentence with smiles gave her goose bumps. His composure, cadence, and fluidity of words were like she had never seen or heard. Where was he from? He definitely was not a member of her parish. Probably he had joined the parish when she travelled. That couldn’t be it. She was away for only one week. He had to be a member of another parish. She kept wondering until he started to sing.
Her lips parted as her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe her ears. But she knew if singing were the criterion by which God choose favourites, the man’s seat would have already been secured in heaven next to God. None of the choristers in the church had ever sung like him, or so she thought. There was something special about the way he sang. The voice, passion, control, organization, gestures… Ella was lost,
lost in the world of admiration. Or was fantasy a better word?
By the time the fourth worship song was ending, many people were on their knees, some were crying, and some were rolling on the ground. Ella began to cry and wave her hands although she wouldn’t know if it was because she was connected to God, deeply touched by the worship songs or…
The worship session finally ended, he prayed and taught the word. Service went so fast thereafter, before she knew it, benediction was said
and people dispersed. She rose up and walked to the ushers’ room where ushers always had a meeting after the church service. She was part ofthem and the fact that she didn’t officiate that day didn’t exempt her from the meeting. She joined them and to her pleasure, the meeting was brief.“You’re welcome back, Ella,” Debbie said as she walked Ella outside the ushers’ room. I’m glad to be back,” Ella said. They walked through the corridor that led to the porch of the church, talking. As soon as they walked into the porch, Ella’s eyes caught a glimpse of the man that had stolen her attention throughout the service. He was standing close to the church entrance attending to people in turns. Some he shook their hands and smiled, while some he spoke quietly but briefly with. She wished she could join the few people around him and have a chat with him but she thought she shouldn’t. What would she say when she got there? Would it not be evident she was attracted to him? Or was crushing on him the right expression? Ella, let’s also say hello to Pastor Joel. I was touched by every bit of his message,” Debbie, who was also looking in Joel’s direction, said.
“That message was extraordinary. I was so connected. But is it
really necessary we go there to see him?”
“It’s no big deal,” Debbie said and threw her hands up in the air.
As though that was the nudge Ella was awaiting, she nodded.
“Alright. After all, we won’t be the first set of people to say hello to him,” she said.
“Exactly, that’s my point?” Debbie said. They walked towards him.
“Hello,” Joel said to Ella and Debbie after attending to those who had come before them.
“Hi, sir,” they chorused. “God bless you, sir. Your message is a blessing to me,” Debbie said.
“God be praised. He gives the will and the enablement.” He
grinned, innocently sending chills down Ella’s spine.
Will you be attending our parish every Sunday from now on?”
Debbie said, fiddling with her fingers.
“Hmm. I can’t be too sure. But it’s a possibility,” Joel said.
Debbie scrunched her nose. “Uh uh. Please make it real. Not just a possibility.”
He smiled. “Alright, God will have His way. By the way, I guess you already know I’m Joel Mason. Can I know your names?”
She placed her hand against her chest. “I’m Deborah Adebayo.
People call me Debbie,” she said and faced Ella with obvious
expectation.
Ella’s throat seemed parched, and it was as if her tongue had been fastened to the floor of her mouth. She was more comfortable with enjoying their conversation than having to speak. And now that she was expected to speak, she was not ready. She smiled sheepishly, clearing her throat.
“She’s Ella Jacobs, assistant head usher and youth sisters’
coordinator,” Debbie said, rescuing her friend.
“Hmm, nice. That reminds me, you sat next to me in church
right? ”Debbie glanced at Ella. Ella nodded and smiled.
“I guess it was your coming late that excused you from officiating, ”Joel said with an arched eyebrow.
Ella smiled, her mouth shut. When she realized they were looking at her expectantly for an answer, she knew she had to talk. “U-uh. Yes. I travelled. I just came in this morning and I didn’t want to miss church. That was why I came in at that time.”
“That’s commendable. We must always thirst to be in God’s
presence. God bless you both, have a wonderful week.”
“Amen, thank you, sir,” Ella and Debbie chorused.
“You never told me you sat with him in church,” Debbie said, as soon as Joel was out of earshot.
“Well, there’s no big deal in that. I didn’t even notice him until later.”
“Alright. I understand. I was just wondering why you didn’t want to talk while we were with him. Do you dislike him or something?” “Debbie, why would you think that? He has done me no wrong.
Why would I hate him? Besides, we’re expected, as children of God, to love everyone. I’m just tired, the stress of the journey and all.” “Okay. The Lord is your strength.”
“Amen. Come with me, let me drop you home.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You should rather go straight home and get some rest.”
“You didn’t ask me. I volunteered.”Debbie shrugged. “I know but…”Ella shook her head. “Don’t but me. I insist. I’m dropping you off,” she interrupted.
“Alright, your highness. Thank you,” Debbie said and they both
laughed. They chattered on as they walked to Ella’s car.
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