with him. Quincy fell into Christianity as a way to appease his sanctified wife. He had trouble being fully committed to the Christian doctrine. He desired to stay relevant. Jamal, on the other hand, seemed like someone who was fully immersed in scripture, and was willing to carry out his life according to biblical principles.
In light of recent events, Quincy had decided to be like God, and love from a distance. After this weekend, he did not even plan to step foot into Godâs house ever again. This Retreat would mark the end of Quincyâs journey as a Christian.
He had one last task to do, and that was expose this phony A-MOG for the fraud he was. Quincy traveled and took bites into a once juicy red apple that had started to turn mushy during the course of the journey. In his periphery he saw the jagged mountains turn into tall redwood trees. The wide fourlane road that his Range Rover cruised upon turned into a narrow two-lane road.
This would also be the last time he and Jamal would get to spend together. Quincy planned to cut off all lines of communication from anyone who attended Greater Anointing. He never really saw himself as someone who needed to depend on another man anyway.
That was the great thing about being a man. Unlike women, men could stand alone if need be, and most obstacles in life required that a man do so.
Chapter Thirteen
Last night, Will had been a little spooked as his perilous little city evolved into a mountain range, and the mountain range evolved into a beach resort. Will had been to a beach before, but this beach was secluded, with no inner city nearby. When they arrived at a cabin that looked like something out of a Friday the 13th movie, now in the full radiance of the day, Will did feel more at ease.
The park just seemed to exist without any interruption from man. Even the buildings seemed to have evolved from nature itself. The main building was made out of stones that mustâve been collected from the beach.
Will started to consider that maybe he was attending some meeting by a cult, and really he was being led to a slaughter or a UFO probing. The birds chirped loudly and dominated the sound. Several men began on a slow ascent toward a solid oak building along a cobblestone road.
âThis way.â Chauncey took the lead toward the building. Intrigue led Willâs steps along the path, as the auburn leaves cascaded down from the towering trees.
With each step, Willâs kneecaps felt like they were made of jelly. Pockets of tension were released throughout Willâs body.
They arrived at a double door entrance, where a man in a T-shirt two sizes too small stood guard. The guy had bugged eyes, and a receding hairline that withered into a widowâs peak. Will hoped to spark a strong enough connection with the guy to tell him that he should have some dignity and cut all of his hair off.
There was a wooden table where the words WELCOME TO THE MENâS RETREAT MIGHTY MEN OF VALOR were plastered on a banner.
Will did not have a clue what the words âMighty Men of Valorâ meant, but he assumed that it meant something good.
âWelcome, Deacon McClendon,â one of the brothers said.
âHey, Brother Richardson, how are you?â Chauncey asked.
Will realized that his companion carried a title with some influence. Will respected any man of power.
âHey, young man. God bless you, and welcome to the Menâs Retreat.â The guy extended his hand.
Will shook his hand and surveyed the area. The room reminded him a lot of what heâd heard an AA meeting was: not a lot of decorations, just a bunch of chairs, and a podium toward the front that stood next to the chimney.
There was a small group of guys talking, but nothing was occurring that looked to be of any importance. Will wondered what had been so urgent about getting to this meeting that Chauncey would risk his life to attend.
âIs it too late to register?â Chauncey
In light of recent events, Quincy had decided to be like God, and love from a distance. After this weekend, he did not even plan to step foot into Godâs house ever again. This Retreat would mark the end of Quincyâs journey as a Christian.
He had one last task to do, and that was expose this phony A-MOG for the fraud he was. Quincy traveled and took bites into a once juicy red apple that had started to turn mushy during the course of the journey. In his periphery he saw the jagged mountains turn into tall redwood trees. The wide fourlane road that his Range Rover cruised upon turned into a narrow two-lane road.
This would also be the last time he and Jamal would get to spend together. Quincy planned to cut off all lines of communication from anyone who attended Greater Anointing. He never really saw himself as someone who needed to depend on another man anyway.
That was the great thing about being a man. Unlike women, men could stand alone if need be, and most obstacles in life required that a man do so.
Chapter Thirteen
Last night, Will had been a little spooked as his perilous little city evolved into a mountain range, and the mountain range evolved into a beach resort. Will had been to a beach before, but this beach was secluded, with no inner city nearby. When they arrived at a cabin that looked like something out of a Friday the 13th movie, now in the full radiance of the day, Will did feel more at ease.
The park just seemed to exist without any interruption from man. Even the buildings seemed to have evolved from nature itself. The main building was made out of stones that mustâve been collected from the beach.
Will started to consider that maybe he was attending some meeting by a cult, and really he was being led to a slaughter or a UFO probing. The birds chirped loudly and dominated the sound. Several men began on a slow ascent toward a solid oak building along a cobblestone road.
âThis way.â Chauncey took the lead toward the building. Intrigue led Willâs steps along the path, as the auburn leaves cascaded down from the towering trees.
With each step, Willâs kneecaps felt like they were made of jelly. Pockets of tension were released throughout Willâs body.
They arrived at a double door entrance, where a man in a T-shirt two sizes too small stood guard. The guy had bugged eyes, and a receding hairline that withered into a widowâs peak. Will hoped to spark a strong enough connection with the guy to tell him that he should have some dignity and cut all of his hair off.
There was a wooden table where the words WELCOME TO THE MENâS RETREAT MIGHTY MEN OF VALOR were plastered on a banner.
Will did not have a clue what the words âMighty Men of Valorâ meant, but he assumed that it meant something good.
âWelcome, Deacon McClendon,â one of the brothers said.
âHey, Brother Richardson, how are you?â Chauncey asked.
Will realized that his companion carried a title with some influence. Will respected any man of power.
âHey, young man. God bless you, and welcome to the Menâs Retreat.â The guy extended his hand.
Will shook his hand and surveyed the area. The room reminded him a lot of what heâd heard an AA meeting was: not a lot of decorations, just a bunch of chairs, and a podium toward the front that stood next to the chimney.
There was a small group of guys talking, but nothing was occurring that looked to be of any importance. Will wondered what had been so urgent about getting to this meeting that Chauncey would risk his life to attend.
âIs it too late to register?â Chauncey
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