Temple of Jezzeble (pt2)

"God said, that he will make you the HEAD, and NOT the TAIL!!!! Amen? " - Bishop William Lee Bonner

Jezzebel~

My heels clacked against the marble tiled floors of Murray Refuge Temple dangerously . I was headed to the basement to meet with one of the Youth Leaders and Ministers, Minister Bridges. Now let me tell you something about Minister Jody Bridges. He was 6'2, 240 pounds, and underneath his suits his body was distinctly sculpted. Something like a greek god. What attracted me to him was his personality. He had alot of thuggish ways about him and at times was ghetto, but he didnt care. He was open about why he wouldnt change those aspects of himself. He said its just the way he is.

"God has bought me a VERY long way, however that doesnt mean im transformed into some holyroller, and when you talk to me im not about to pretend to be something im not. God has helped me and blessed me so that I can be a person that these young children can look at and say " you know what hes cool AND a man of God, thats how I wanna be". "

I laughed to myself. Cause just as soon as he preached about sin in the church and them "Jezzebels" that be runnin loose tryna trap and mislead the young men of the church that morning, he came to me that night in the basement of the CHURCH, and to put it plain and simple...we was bout to fuck. hmph. Thats that shit I be talkin about.

I made my way down the steps and rounded the corner smackin dead into Bishop Murray.

"Hey Jezz, what you doin still here? You know they canceled choir rehearsal?" he questioned.

"Oh yea I know, Im meeting with Minister Bridges though", I craned my neck to see around him. I didnt see Minister Bridges, however I did see his Wife Eva. I sighed. Man UGH!!!! I came to fuck! Now this nigga tryna make it into a family affair again.

"Oh okay well imma see you tommorow night right?", he leaned in closely and sniffed at the crook of my neck before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"Yes, of course", I smiled.

He winked and continued up the stairs.

I turned to watch him to make sure he made his way ALL the way upstairs.

"Was that Bishop Murray?.....Did you just kiss Bishop Murray?" a voice whispered.

I smirked. I didnt turn just yet because i assumed it was Eva. And for her to question me was out of character. I slowly turned with my hands on my hips and my eyes closed preparing to roll them and smack my lips as soon as they were open. My hand dropped to my sides and my legs went weak. The room grew hot and I immediately grew dizzy. Standing there with her hands intwined in Eva's was Mother Temple....my mother.

~Minister Jody Bridges~

Tears rolled down my face endlessly. I sighed as I stared, blankly, at the results in my hand. I had found out just as service was letting out and Bishop Murray was kind enough to let me sit in his office to gather myself since people were still in the church. I gathered up a suprising amount of nerve when I explained it to my wife, Eva. I was almost knocked off my feet with her reaction. She calmy grabbed me up into a hug and planted kiss after kiss on my cheek.

"You are a man of God, Jody" she mused. "And like most men, you are going to come across obstacles you are SURE you will never over come", she looked into my eyes and squeezed my hands.

"But this battle is not yours, it is the Lords. And we serve a mighty God so you know that that battle is already won. Victory is YOURS Jody!" she firmly stated lifting her voice obviously feeling the spirit.

My wife had been specifically made for me. I know that. God took his time when he made her and when he was done he sent her right down here to me. Its crazy how it takes something tragic for you to realize that. However, she knew nothing about the affair. She never questioned the obvious upon hearing the results so therefore she technically did not know. But thats what hurt the worst. Jezzebel. No matter what she was or how people saw her she was a human being and she didnt deserve for her soul to be poisoned by me. We had just been at Mother Temple's house praying with her that the lord would bring Jezzebel back to the church, rightfully. Granted Jezz returned, but she wasnt the same. We wanted her to be who she was before she backslid. I wanted to be who I was before I had began to backslid. I knew where I recieved this demon from and it was before my church life. But look who I was now. I didnt deserve my position. Children looked up to me for godsake! And I had let them down. I had betrayed my wife. And I had rendered my soul to the devil just to have endless sexual nights with Jezzebel. Nights when I would leave her mothers prayer session just to end up in Jezzebel's bed. I oughta be shot!

Thats what began to run through my head. Who I was, how I had changed, and what I had become now. It was an intense realization once I realized that I was a statistic, so to say. I was one of those people in the church that lived by worldly values. It was all to much to grasp.

I hadnt noticed that I had began to audibly weep. Whimpers of internal agony and mental stress began to seep from my lips. I am ashamed of what ive done and no matter how much I repent now I know I cannot take it back.

I stood ,tears still dripping puddles into my tie, and folded the paper placing it in my pocket. The paper with my fate etched in ink and signed by man. Gods plan determined, delivered, and signed by man, I thought. Hmph. Aint that somethin.

The results were permanently scribbled into my brain.

The results said I was HIV positive...

~Temple of Jezzebel