Wait. I’m a grown woman! Right?
Jan 21
If you did not grow up in the Black Baptist Church (BBC from here on out), you may be unaware of one thing: No matter how old you get, there are at least 2 older members who refuse to recognize that you are an adult and have been one for QUITE a while. If you DID grow up in the BBC, you spend your time mumbling under your breath at the old church ladies, wishing your Momma hadn’t raised you right so that you could get one of them TOLD. JUST ONE GOOD TIME.
Not only was I raised in the BBC, for the first 12 years of my life my grandfather was the pastor of the BBC I attended. My grandparents were from Georgia and they were OLD SCHOOL. I bet NOT step foot in the church building with pants on. Even if it was Saturday. Apparently the Lord frowns on women wearing pants. You also bet NOT walk ACROSS the pulpit. That was akin to, I don’t know, spitting in God’s proverbial eye. And you bet NOT eat in the sanctuary. There is a special place in hell reserved for you if you put anything in your mouth other than a cough drop while you’re in there. There were a lot more BET NOT’s that I can’t recall right now, but one I do: YOU BET NOT TALK BACK TO YOUR ELDERS. EVER. EVEN IF THEY WERE WRONG AS TAMAR BRAXTON.
While my grandfather was my pastor, this wasn’t too hard for me to adhere to. There were some MEAN old ladies in that church, but even they weren’t gonna mess with Reverend Neal’s granddaughter. Beside that, I was a pretty well-behaved kid.
But all good things must come to an end. My grandfather died when I was 11, and my whole world changed in a lot of ways. First was that my mom needed to find another church that was suitable for all of us. It took quite a few months, but she found one.
I’ve been going to this church since I was 15 years old. I’m now 40. Just want to make sure ya’ll understand that. I’m 40. I’m a grown arse woman with a husband and children of my own. Ya’ll need to understand that. Unless of course you’ve been in a BBC for the past 50+ years. Then I’m sure that fact will roll right off of your back like water off of a duck.
Anyhoo. Last saturday, I had a full day at church. A meeting at 11, another at 1, and choir rehearsal at 2. The first meeting was over at 12, so my best friend and I (and Sweetpea, who was tagging along) went to Wendy’s to grab something to eat. We get our food and bring it back to the church. Normally, I’d take my food downstairs and eat it, but there was a baby shower being set up down there. My church is not big at all, so I decided to take our food into the vestibule (hallway outside the sanctuary) and eat there, since there is a small table and chairs there. This wasn’t the first time I had done this, and my pastor AND his wife have seen me, as well as other people do it. It’s not a big deal. Or so I thought.
We’re minding our business, eating our food. In comes one of the “church ladies”. Doesn’t speak or say hello. First words out of her mouth were,”You know you’re not supposed to eat up here!”
REALLY?
I usually think before I speak. Because I know that to let some of the stuff out of my mouth that come into my head would not be wise and cause more trouble than it would be worth. So I did think. But I said, “There is NO room downstairs, and oh I was GONNA eat SOMETHING before this next meeting.” I’m sure my attitude was all up in those words, because what I was really thinking was: “Look here heffamae. First of all, the word is “Hello”. Second, I don’t know when you think you were appointed the Head Honcho around here, but it really DID NOT happen. It’s all in your head. And third: I AM NOT IN THE SANCTUARY. What? Is God gonna tell me I didn’t make it in because I ate my Asiago Ranch Chicken Club in the Holy Vestibule? I’ma need you to raise up off me and leave me alone…cuz I’M A GROWN WOMAN! And I’m sick of you!”
Yeah, that’s what I wanted to say. But I checked myself, and after what I actually said to her, she didn’t say another word.
I’m just sick of people thinking that because they’re almost as old as Jesus, they have some sort of authority over folk like Jesus does. NEGATORY. I won’t be responsible for what I say the next time she ticks me off. Pray for me!
Anybody got any good BBC stories? Or BC (Black Church) stories? Share them with me!
Thanks to Mama Kat for the writing prompts! A sista would have been lost without them!










