Hypocrite

There she sat, barely old enough to be a woman, yet beautiful and able enough to be a wife seven times over. Locked in the grip of a Mother's love who barely escaped the follies of her own choices with scars not a few. As a young person growing up in this fast pace World, life had demands on her beauty, and a taste for virgins the like never seen before in the history of our World, and here she sat in prayer meeting, wanting to be here. As regularly as they came, it was obvious they both loved the Lord, and wanted greatly to be saved in His kingdom, but something was amiss, for when the daughter would speak her mind, Mother was guarded and interrupted often as if she spoke for both minds. The frustration look on a tender woman who done all things right except compensate for the scars of her Mother, drove her back in her seat. She sat back as if unable to win any battle worth mentioning with her Mom. I could not help notice, the giving spirit, or nurture this Mother gave others while in church, nor the way she helped a stranger when she was able. Yet, as a keen observer myself, eyes would be watchful as legs moved about amid the many women and one guy the meeting often sported. This night of songs and praise was different, for the virgin beauty cried out louder then in times past almost in tears that moved even me. "Momma, she said, in language I understood, for she spoke Dutch and I English, almost to be sure someone heard her other then those ears accustomed, "you cant tell me I'm going to hell, or that you will leave me when you feel I'm doing something you don't like", she boomed with girlish charm yet in a woman's freedom. The Mother boomed back with Dutch, as if to keep hidden from me her intent, but her gestures were clear in any language, for she was not happy and wanted to keep in check her resolved to be champion of both destinations. Conflicting views had barely covered the room when at last I spoke, and with a thunder of my own, I called the Mother a hypocrite. Her Dutch was halted as in a moment, as her eyes glazed over toward me as if in disbelief. She was not alone, for others in the room also looked at me with great wonder for they all knew me as a man of love and delight, now I speak as a dragon. I told that christian Mother dare that the way she treated her own daughter is worst then the way she treated those in the church that needed her bass chants so freely given to her daughter. I asked her would she tell any other tare in that church they was going to hell if indeed they did things even more remiss. "No", was her reply as if in shock at the question. Then you are a hypocrite lady, was my responds as she in a moment of smiling reflection sat there as I turned to her daughter and thundered at her. Young lady, I said polity, get a back, OK? there will be people who will not like you. For her needs seemed more then just the aid against her Mom attacks. She needed strength to deal with the many around her, for she give people it seemed, permission to do with her emotions what they would at will. Learn to raise your hand to be heard and keep it up until you have been heard, but remember people have a right not to accept what you say or believe. Your Mom loves you of this I am sure, your prayers suck, I said, as eyes rolled, cause you make them too short yet when your on the phone you can talk to folks who don't even like you, for moments beyond few, to which her smile told me she got the point. The room became somewhat somber, as I gestured to the Mom, I will get you for this, and the whole room broke out in laughter together. It seems we are harsher on those we love, and a moment of harsh reality, we may need a booming moment like a fresh shower,  to come and usher in newness of sorts. But I am not without fault, but for the grace of God, I would be like that Mother too, for the fear of past regrets, can cause any parent to work with undue burden, laying the heavy on them we hold dare...nj