In the latest loving church spoof from G'Orge-Walker (Sister Betty! God's Calling You, Again!), Sister Betty and her fellow evangelists get shipped off to Las Vegas to attend the evangelical Mothers Conference. After Betty and her two nemeses, Mother Sasha Pray Onn and Mother Bea Blister (about whom the Reverend Bling thinks to himself "Doggone Alzheimer's gonna make those two old crones destroy my place of business"), arrive with much hullabaloo, Bea spots someone she recognizes but can't place. The narrative then shifts to Zipporah, a beautiful homeless woman, and G'Orge-Walker expertly balances touching emotion with the ladies' antics as Zipporah gets a job that eventually leads her to the ladies and learns some things about herself in the process. Bickering, gambling and comeuppance are all on the agenda as the crew, far from the Pelzer, S.C., parish whence they came, negotiate Sin City. (Apr.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Somewhat Savedby Pat G'Orge-Walker
In her most soulful and side-splitting send-up of church life yet, Pat G'Orge-Walker's hilarious cast of parishioners battle their worst vices, the funny and serious sides of aging, and each other. . .
Mother Sasha Pray Onn and Mother Bea Blister live on the edgeof Christianity, that is. As senior matrons of the Ain't Nobody Saved but Us-All Others Goin'
In her most soulful and side-splitting send-up of church life yet, Pat G'Orge-Walker's hilarious cast of parishioners battle their worst vices, the funny and serious sides of aging, and each other. . .
Mother Sasha Pray Onn and Mother Bea Blister live on the edgeof Christianity, that is. As senior matrons of the Ain't Nobody Saved but Us-All Others Goin' to Hell church, their devotion to the Lord must compete with their secret passions for gambling, long-held grudges, and their jealousy of Sister Betty.
Both Mothers are put to the test when Reverend Bling Moe Bling gives them two tickets to Las Vegas, where they'll be attending the Mothers Board Conference with Sister Betty. As their bickering, gambling and chaos ensues, redemption will be no small miracle in the city of sin.
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In a posh home located in the wealthiest section of Pelzer, South Carolina, where worries were left to those on the poor side of town, was where Sister Betty resided.
Sister Betty was something of an enigma. She always wore a white ugly-looking hat around town with a strange fluffy white and black feather that waved like it was possessed when she walked. She also wore a large gold cross and carried a Bible with her initials embossed along its spine.
Sister Betty hadn't always lived high on the hog, as some referred to her. She, too, once lived on the other side of the tracks. However, due to the untimely and embarrassing death of one of her longtime friends, wealthy Mother Eternal, her station in life had changed dramatically. Mother Eternal had succumbed to a heart attack while clutching a cash register. It was attached to the pulpit. Her generosity left Sister Betty with more money than she'd ever had, and more problems than she'd ever imagined.
Sister Betty had lived in Pelzer, South Carolina, since her early twenties. And ever since that time, with her well-documented though mostly self-proclaimed experiences with God, she'd also gained something of a reputation as God's go-to woman. So eventually she became Pelzer's moral compass. She was the official, though barely appreciated, chief negotiator with heaven.
Just barely five-foot-two, she'd gained some weight over the years, and only old photographs testified of a younger Sister Betty who'd been a well-proportioned, brown-skinned beauty. Now her shoulders were slightly stooped as she struggled to bare the burdens of others.
She was also the chief prayer intercessor in her church prayer team of two. Just her and her longtime friend and neighbor, Ma Cile, were left. Out of what started as a team of five women praying, three had dropped out from exhaustion. So Sister Betty and Ma Cile would double up on praying and, of course, they'd do it on a daily basis. Now Ma Cile, hospitalized by a stroke, was no longer available. But Sister Betty pressed on as she stood in the gap for her people.
So, when she saw her name and the lie about her running against a woman who some believed was truly a spawn of Satan, she wanted to know, where was her God?
Sister Betty didn't have to wait long for hell to break loose. If she wasn't going to it, it would come to her. And hell had no problem coming to church; it never had.
It all came to a head the following day after the church service. No matter how saved she claimed to be, things got so bad that morning, it was all Sister Betty could do not to put down her Bible and pick up a brick in defense. She'd barely put her hand down from repeating the benediction when it happened. She'd thought that since no one had mentioned the headline in the BLAB that God had taken care of the situation. But if He was going to do it, He hadn't yet.
Current Mothers Board president and resident terrorist Sasha Pray Onn, nicknamed Mother Terminator, and Vice President Bea Blister, called Mother Rambo behind her back, confronted Sister Betty in the downstairs fellowship hall. They'd read the BLAB and took offense to her running for the office of president of the Mothers Board. They'd planned on attending the upcoming Mothers Board Conference in Las Vegas unchallenged.
As they blocked her exit, the two old women reminded Sister Betty that even before the Ain't Nobody Right but Us-All Others Goin' to Hell Church disbanded and was absorbed into the Crossing Over Sanctuary Temple diocese, they'd created and made the Mothers Board what it was.
Mothers Bea and Sasha had headed the chaotic, geriatric auxiliary and had no intention of relinquishing their positions-ever. "We aren't stepping aside for you, the Reverend Leotis Tom, the Taliban, or the United States president," Sasha boasted.
"And you can believe that!" Bea added.
Those two old she-warriors were serious. They would've gone so far as to ask God for His I.D. before they'd move aside. Sasha and Bea were so cantankerous that even old Satan wouldn't battle them without the Lord on his side.
With a toss of their heads, Bea and Sasha backed out of the fellowship hall with their eyes still trained on Sister Betty.
Sister Betty had not gotten a chance to refute the BLAB's falsehood. Instead of speaking up when there was a moment of sanity and silence, she didn't; she had a chance to leave the hall in one piece, so she took it.
Arriving back at her home, Sister Betty changed clothes and went into her living room to think and pray. Seated in her favorite recliner, her feet propped on an ottoman, she laid her head back. She tried to meditate, hoping it would help her come up with a plan. She shifted her legs on the ottoman and her boney, arthritic knees crunched like they were made of aluminum foil. And, of course, she knew that those aching signs always preceded a mission from God. She was tired. The last thing she wanted was another battle with those hardheaded church folks, as she liked to call them, because she didn't use profanity.
The young people weren't nearly as difficult to minister as those staunch never-gonna-change-their-minds older ones.
"Why would You let a lie like that be printed?" Sister Betty looked toward the ceiling, waiting for God to answer. "The Mothers Board, Lord?"
She'd dealt with the Mothers Board before. There was always something the women didn't agree with. If the pastor asked for a donation, they'd fuss about the amount. If he said something was going to be free, they'd want to know why there wasn't a charge. Nothing pleased them.
However, as long as the current president and vice president Sasha and Bea led the fray, Sister Betty's ministry life would always be one long, unending roller coaster.
She'd never understand Sasha and Bea. Earlier they'd banded together to confront her and yet the two of them had occupied the same pew each Sunday for the past twenty-something years and couldn't stand one another. The Mothers Board members always reelected Sasha and Bea. It was as though the other women just loved the chaos that followed their rule.
Sister Betty rose and went to her kitchen. She brewed a pot of her favorite cayenne pepper tea and carried it with her into her bedroom. She needed to do some serious praying and the hot peppered tea always gave her a lift in both her spirit and her imagination.
For two weeks after the confrontation, Sister Betty fasted, prayed, travailed, and even rolled around like Hannah, thrashing floor-style in her bedroom. Sister Betty had cried until her eyes bulged trying to convince God that He shouldn't put her in the midst of another one of Bea and Sasha's messes. However, God being sovereign always had the last word.
In this case, however, Sister Betty wanted the last word. "Heavenly Father, just once, can I please go to some third-world country or even the Middle East and spread your message? Please don't put me in the middle of another one of Bea and Sasha's messes...."
Suddenly, Sister Betty's left knee crunched and shot forward as though she were twenty. She howled. "Okay!" She'd have said more but experience taught her that her arms were just too short to box with God.
So she got up from the floor as quick as she could. It wasn't only God that spurred her to move. That cayenne pepper tea was doing it, too.
Sunday rolled around again. Only this time it was the fifth Sunday. Many of the members used that particular Sunday to do other things. They felt their heavenly service was done by attending the other four Sundays. Sister Betty could only hope that Sasha and Bea would be among the missing.
As she dressed and prepared to leave her home, she recalled the dream she'd had the previous night. Lifting her pageboy-styled gray wig about an inch, she scratched her head and pondered. Why would I dream about Rambo? She'd not been a fan of such violence, so she'd only seen the first three movies. In her dream Rambo wore a dress and walked with a cane. Somehow, even with the silly disguise, she still knew it was supposed to be Rambo. She couldn't recall the entire dream, but one thing she knew for certain-Rambo was about to fight the Terminator. Only in her dream the Terminator wasn't Arnold Schwarzenegger. The tall figure was slightly bent, with very dark skin, a natty dark wig, muscles that resembled silly putty, and, like Rambo, it wore a dress. The two superstars were about to rumble. That's where her dream ended.
Sister Betty went to church and praised God like her life depended upon it. Her feet moved faster than usual as her dance of worship became more like a tap dance. She shouted, "Hallelujah" and spun until almost woozy.
"I'm praising and glorifying Your name, Father. You said when the praises go up the blessings will come down. I need a blessing, now!" Sister Betty's body resembled a switchblade as her arms shot up and out. "Victory, victory," she screamed while she continued to praise God and shake her head. The shaking caused her hat to lean gangster-style and that ugly feather to bounce uncontrollably. Now emboldened with supposed power, she stared at Sasha and Bea. Holding her Bible across her tiny chest as a shield, Sister Betty said accusingly, "God's not pleased with the Mothers Board."
Before Sister Betty could finish her revelation, Sasha and Bea shot up from their pews. Each woman had a revelation for Sister Betty.
"Don't say another word," Sasha snarled, while she pointed her cane at Sister Betty's still bouncing hat feather. "Whether you say it's a word from God or whomever, I will still stick that ugly feather in a place you won't like," Sasha promised, before heading back to her seat.
On her way back to the pew, Sasha used her Bible to tag team Bea who'd moved closer to Sister Betty to deliver the verbal coup de grâce.
"And you're gonna need someone to drag your meddling butt to a Healing service," Bea added, as she pointed a bent finger at Sister Betty's hat feather and hips, "'cause you gonna be crippled for life!"
Knowing Bea and Sasha didn't make empty threats caused Sister Betty to stop prophesying and retreat from the church. Suddenly fearful, she'd forgotten God's word never returns void.
Five hours hadn't passed since that morning's Crossing Over Sanctuary Temple's spirit-filled fifth Sunday service when Bea and Sasha ran across one another in downtown Pelzer.
When faced with a common enemy, the two old women were an unbeatable force. But when it was just the two of them, each woman went into self-survival mode.
So, with the sun setting peacefully, the crotchety old women squared off. As she clutched her Bible, Sasha's beige-colored complexion darkened as she glared at Bea. Her five-foot frame stiffened on legs shaped like parentheses, which made her look like she were about to leap. Instead of a Rambo headband, she wore a little white pillbox-shaped hat pinned to a steel gray bun.
Bea "the Terminator" Blister wouldn't give an inch. She exuded venom with equal ferocity as her dark wrinkled face turned into a mask of defiance. If she had not had a curved spine and could stand straight, she would have towered over Sasha a full nine inches.
Bea had spent a portion of her younger years thugging and mugging in the countryside of nearby Belton, South Carolina. Those criminal tendencies had finally sent her to several jails to reconsider her ways. It was during those years in the prison system that she'd learned how to bend people to her will. She simply knocked them out and threatened to do it again if they told. Very few did and those who did only did it once.
"Ain't you afraid this last little bit of sunshine will melt your evil old behind?" Bea grimaced and then pointed toward Sasha's tiny hips, which resembled two old boxing gloves dangling from Sasha's waist. "You just couldn't let me enjoy the rest of the Lord's day without having to look at your wrinkled tail, could you?"
Sasha's back hunched as she hissed like a cobra. With spittle flying because of her loose-fitting false teeth, she did some pointing of her own. She lifted her cane directly at Bea. "Is there ever a moment in my saved life that I don't have to run across you in the path of my salvation?"
"You ain't on the path of salvation. You're on the road to hell!" Bea shot back. "You're wearing those horn-rimmed magnifying glasses and still can't see where you're going."
"I betcha I can see well enough not to bring a pan of macaroni and cheese to church with the bottom all black and crispy." Sasha tapped her cane hard against the sidewalk to make her point and to show just how hard that mac and cheese were. She continued, "If you live to be a hundred, nobody will ever eat your cooking again." Sasha stopped abruptly to check her false teeth, which had begun to slide away from her gums. Confident they wouldn't betray her by falling out, Sasha continued her tirade. "Oh, I'm so sorry. You are already almost a hundred."
Not one to be outdone, Bea lit into Sasha loud enough for anyone within ten yards to hear. "Don't worry your skinny behind about my cooking. You just make sure you wearing those magnifying glasses the next time you accidentally stick an Odor Eater insole inside your raggedy drawers instead of a Depend pad!"
"You're a liar," Sasha hollered. She was indignant, although somewhere in the back of her mind she did remember doing something akin to the accusation. "God ain't judging no liars. I guess you'll be absent from heaven's court on judgment day and gone straight to hell."
Bea pushed a strand of her cheap, natty red wig out of her face. She inched closer and then yelled, "I'm sorry. You're right. I did lie. I said you did it by accident. I gave you too much credit. You probably needed that odor eater pad in your old granny drawers!"
Geriatric Rambo and Terminator were about to go into round two when the approaching sound of howling police sirens stopped them. Not fully sure if someone hadn't called the cops on them, they retreated a few feet from each other. They stood like statues and smiled as though they hadn't let a single mean word flow.
When the sirens suddenly stopped, both women turned to see why. They saw a crowd suddenly gather down the block.
"I wonder why the police are raiding old Pookie's on a Sunday evening," Bea said, her face suddenly looking as sweet as a cherub's.
"Hmmm, it does cause one to wonder," Sasha replied softly with a mischievous grin.
In an instant, the old women temporarily forgot their bickering. They started giggling like old friends.
"You called those cops, didn't you?" Bea asked with a twinkle in her beady eyes.
"Yes, I guess I'll take the credit." Sasha laughed. "He snookered me out of that bingo money we won on that cruise."
Several months earlier, Bea and Sasha were duped into sharing a cabin on a cruise by Sasha's equally mean-spirited niece, Ima Hellraiser. Ima had done so in the hope that the two old women would cancel each other's birth certificates by killing one another. It was during a week of on-again-and-off-again memory lapses that the two had temporarily bonded and scammed a bingo game by feigning heart attacks. To keep the old women from sinking the ship with their antics, they were declared winners and shared the huge bingo pot.
Sasha hadn't meant to admit to Bea that she'd let ole Pookie outfox her. But it was out there and she couldn't take it back.
"That reprobate cheated me out of my money, too," Bea sheepishly admitted. "Pastor preached from the Book of Second Chronicles and the seventh chapter. It was the fourteenth verse. So I played seven hundred fourteen. It came four seventy-one. But he said I didn't box my number. You know I always box my number."
"Well, I'm sure you did," Sasha agreed. "Everybody in the church who plays numbers knows you always box your numbers." She stopped and peered up the block, before continuing. "That pocked-face demon had it coming. They should snatch him up by his raggedy boxers for cheating us poor old women out of our hard-earned money."
"Do you think he's learned his lesson?" Sasha asked with mock concern. "I don't think he'll try and pull nothing on us poor old folks again."
Their false commiseration was interrupted by the sounds of glass breaking and Pookie's cussing from inside the store. The women saw one officer suddenly snatch down a couple of old dusty album covers and posters announcing an upcoming Louis Armstrong concert from the storefront window. Pookie hadn't changed anything in his store except the winning numbers for losers in years.
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Meet the Author
Pat G'Orge-Walker is a former record industry veteran who has worked for several major labels including Epic, Def Jam, and Columbia. She also performed with the legendary 60's girl group, Arlene Smith and the Chantels ("Maybe") as well as with gospel groups. In between writing books and spending time with her husband Rob in their Long Island, New York, home, Pat is busy touring the country performing her sold-out One Woman Sister Betty comedy show.
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Pat G'Orge Walker has done it again with her newest novel 'Somewhat Saved'. She takes you on anothe wild journey of ladies from the churches Mother Board as they prepare and go on their trip to Vegas. The women are a riot as they cause trouble almost everywhere they go. As you read the book Pat also inspires you to stop and think about a few things that might be going on within your life as well. Another well written christian comedy to say the least. If you enjoyed the antics from the women in 'Cruisin' On Desperation' then you will love 'Somewhat Saved'!!!! Thank you for sharing Pat!
Cannot wait for the next episode or next chapter written by this comedic author Pat G'oOrge-Walker. I have purchased each and every book and read twice, and now I'm passing on because they are too good not to share. The author has the unique ability of just bringing you into "their" world and by the end of the book, you're wishing you were going to star in the next book. I love each and every character, the intertwining of the church and the vision that the author takes with each characters name (e.e. Ima Hellraiser), who knew one could laugh so hard and so much. Cheers, Cheers, Cheers. A must buy................
Author Pat G¿Orge Walker has penned another funny, yet poignant and timely novel that ministers in unexpected ways. Mother Sasha Pray Onn and Mother Bea Blister seemingly stumbled upon a free trip to Las Vegas to attend the upcoming Mother¿s Board Conference. It was a must that they attend in order to keep their positions on their local Mother¿s Board, but rumors started before going to Las Vega concerning Sis. Betty and her intentions to usurp them from their local duties. The mothers arrived in Vegas without event, however, they soon found out that what happens in Vegas does not stay there¿ and then it was on! These life-long enemies, sometimes friends, planned, plotted and carried out their deeds in Mother Pray Onn and Blister fashion. Their antics disrupted hotel staff, entertained and angered almost everyone they came in contact with. The mothers, including Sis. Betty, would soon find out why it was by divine design that they would find themselves in the city of Las Vegas. It was not a coincidence for the women to meet Zipporah Moses, and find out who she is and the connection that would soon be revealed. This beautiful woman, who had no idea of her roots, but found herself in a place where her life was finally changing for the better. She was enjoying opportunities afforded her that seemed to elude her all of her life. This godly ordained meeting in Sin City brought out some family secrets that were hidden away for years, and provided much needed answers and love for Zipporah. Somewhat Saved is a very special book and the theme of father/daughter relationships is a part of it. I recommend it to women who did not know their fathers, or knew who he was, but never had the opportunity to get to know him. This novel allows us to see how important it is for little girls to have the love of their father in their lives. Somewhat Saved shares a strong message and moments of God's hand at work, and I thoroughly enjoyed the comedy. Reviewed by Sharel E. Gordon-Love APOOO BookClub
From South Carolina a colorful cast of characters from the ¿Ain¿t Nobody Saved but Us - All Other Goin¿ to Hell Church¿ soar into Las Vegas for the Mothers Board Conference. There is no-one better who could take the Mothers Board to ¿higher heights¿ than Sister Betty according to the church¿s pastor. But Sister Betty dosen¿t feel that grand about running for President of the Mothers Board, especially as the current President Sister Sasha Pray On and Vice President Sister Bea Blister¿aka Mother Terminator and Mother Rambo respectively would rather battle with Satan than be oust from their precious positions. Years of malice between these three women come to a head at a hotel in Las Vegas, when one woman¿s family secret is innocently revealed. This secret throws a curve ball straight at these church sisters and hits them right where it hurts¿in their soul. It seems as if it¿s time to repent while they are in Sin City!!! As the antics these ladies pull lead to some hilarious situations with Sister Betty wanting to ¿Kill¿ somebody¿lol, each questions their faith and tries to pull strength from each other. But can they ban together and stand up for someone who obviously needs to hear the truth? An awesome story that has a title that fits like a glove. ¿Somewhat Saved¿ sheds light on how secrets buried for decades can still come to light and be just as hurtful if not more when finally revealed. Author Pat G¿orge-Walker¿s comedic timing is on point and richly layered with entertainment. The unbiased passion that radiates as the story comes full circle makes ¿Somewhat Saved¿ a funny but touching novel. Great to see Mother Pray On and Mother Blister back from ¿Cruisin¿ On Desperation¿ and Kudos for the Zipporah Moses character!!
Had a chance to preview the upcoming story. It is a sequel to Cruisin' On Desperation. The two church mothers, Bea (former Ex-con and poster child for convenient Alzheimer) and her nemesis Sasha, (short but more deadly than an A-bomb)have swindled a trip to Las Vegas. They're mixing a little church business with some of their own nefarious vices. What they didn't expect was the presence of Sister Betty (God's right-hand gal)and an introduction to a young homeless woman who has more of a connection to Sasha than Sasha wants known. With all that goes down it is no wonder Sister Betty seriously found herself questioning her faith and position with God. Like Jonas she did everything she could to get away and ended up in more trouble than Jonas ever saw inside the belly of a big fish. The story is typical hilarity by this author but introduces a strong message of forgiveness, revelation and what happens when disobedience rules. I love the way the author meshed all the messages with true inspirational lessons AND there's a strong thread of romance throughout the entire story. Finally, the issues of father-daughter relationships is brought forth in such a caring manner until I found myself, laughing, howling, crying, angry and the action was non-stop. Somewhat Saved will turn out to be a Collectors Item, hands down.
One of my client suggested this book to me. I purchased it because of the names. I didn't get into it until the half way mark but when I did, it was on and poppin. I couldn't put it down and when it was over I was like ok I knew how it was going to end but dang I am sorry it did. If you have some extra time on your hands this IS TRUELY a good book.