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Do not pass me by: Memories of NOLA church service with My Momo

While I was saying my prayers for tonight, this song seem to flow out of my mouth with no thought, the words just overcame me. It felt as if I slipped back into my 8yr old self sitting in the congregation of Mt.Rock Church with my eyes fixated on my Momo as she waved her hands in the air as Reverend Smith’s shaky but booming voice sang and preached the alter call “Savior do not pass me by, come take His hand, Hear my humble cry, He hear ya, He see ya cry, Savior I’m calling you, Savior!” As someone would find the strength to give their life over over to God and turn from their backsliding ways, I can here the sweet soft shouts of a mother or grandmother, praising, crying, happy that her child found his or her way back to church, she didn’t even know her adult child had snuck in while service was going and sat on the back pew.

Unable to contain the flood of emotions, she starts shouting “thank ya Lord” and it was as if it was Momo’s cue to come down off the pulpit, with hand fan and a beautiful scarf to cover the lady with just in case she fell to to floor, but usually this song wld just hv them shouting, throwing their head back, hands always clasps, tears running down their faces. Momo wld hold their head up fanning them, she’s sanging the song to them in a soft whisper, calming the mother down just in time for her to witness the oily cross on their forehead and tears rolling down their faces. It was as if Kleenex didn’t make it to these souls fast enough or the tears were needed for some sort of spiritual cleansing. At the close of the prayer, Momo’s job was done, she would make it back to the pulpit and let out a “Yes,Lord, Yes Lord” no one sprinted to her though.

At the end of church me and my sister would wait right there for her and the ladies would say “Sister Tee, you have some good grandgirls” and she would say ” Yes, chyld” she would let us go wait by the tracks were her car was parked and we would look for rocks that had diamonds in them, with rocks in hand we got in her Buick, droved through the caved in crater filled streets Hollygrove, it’s like she knew where each bump and hole was and always avoided them. It was like if it wasn’t a hole to dodge it was someone waving her down before the car was in front of them, they loved her, like the whole neighborhood knew and loved my Momo, she wld make brief lil stops to say how God showed up in church. We never complained, because we was Ms.Tee grandchildren, special, smart and favored. We had to be, because every one who saw us with her told her and she would tell certain people that we was just that. Before we went to her house, We always stopped in A&P for either Butter Pecan, Black Walnut, Cherry Vanilla or Chocolate Marshmallow Ice Cream and either pie or cake to have with whatever she cooked before church….

I’m so happy to have had her in my life, she was a great role model which is why I get on my knees to pray. Its only because of her influence that I know God has heard my humble cry and He not only passed by, He took a seat and had a meeting with me. When ya hv a praying Grandmother, prayer Great Grandmother and the Greats before that those prayers have no choice but to manifest throughout the generations. 💞

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