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From tips on starting your own Yada Yada Prayer Group to recipes for Florida's Quick Catfish and Delores's Mexicali Soup...it's all here in this exclusive Party Edition! \ \

What do an ex-con, a former drug addict, a real estate broker, a college student, and a married mother of two have in common? \ \

Nothing, or so I thought. Who would have imagined that God would make a prayer group as mismatched as ours the closest of friends? I almost didn't even go the Chicago Women's Conference--after all, being thrown together with five hundred strangers wasn't exactly my "comfort zone." But something happened that weekend to make us realize we had to hang together, and the "Yada Yada Prayer Group" was born! When I faced the biggest crisis of my life, God used my newfound Sisters to show me what it means to be just a sinner saved by grace. \ \

Jackson examines the many facets of forgiveness, grace, racial prejudice and healing in this enjoyable follow-up to "The Yada Yada Prayer Group." When a wildly diverse group of women gets together to pray, they have no idea how God's gonna rock their world.\

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"Even those who normally aren’t drawn to Christian fiction should give this novel a listen. That’s because much honored narrator Barbara Rosenblat puts new gloss on her sterling reputation in its narration. Rosenblat depicts a large cast of characters masterfully, in particular differentiating the multinational members of the titular prayer group. Moving easily from  goody-two-shoes Jodi Baxter to her Jamaican, Honduran, and South African friends, Rosenblat illuminates a diverse group of women who bond by facing life’s challenges through prayer. When Rosenblat dramatizes the prayers of an African-American member, the listener is tempted to shout "hallelujah!" Bravo to Rosenblat for transforming a nice novel into a notable audiobook." 
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  • ISBN-13: 9781595544223
  • Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
  • Publication date: 5/29/2007
  • Series: Yada Yada Prayer Group Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 464
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.80 (h) x 1.40 (d)

Meet the Author

Neta Jackson's award-winning Yada books have sold more than 800,000 copies and are spawning prayer groups across the country. Neta and her husband, Dave, are an award-winning writing team, best known for the Trailblazer Books—a 40-volume series of historical fiction with 1.5 million in sales—and Hero Tales: A Family Treasury of True Stories from the Lives of Christian Heroes (vols 1-4). They live in the Chicago area. Twitter: @ DaveNetaJackson Facebook: DaveNetaJackson
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the yada yada Prayer Group


By neta jackson

Thomas Nelson

Copyright © 2003 Neta Jackson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-59554-422-3


Chapter One

CHICAGO, ILLINOIS-2002

I didn't really want to go to the "women's conference" the first weekend of May. Spending two hundred bucks to stay in a hotel for two nights only forty-five minutes from home? Totally out of our budget, even if it did include "two continental breakfasts, the Saturday night banquet, and all conference materials."

Now if it had been just Denny and me, that'd be different. A romantic getaway, a second honeymoon ... no teenagers tying up the phone, no dog poop to clean up in the yard, no third-grade lesson plans, no driving around and around the block trying to find a parking place. Just Denny and me sleeping late, ordering croissants, fruit plates, and hot coffee for breakfast, letting someone else make the bed (hallelujah!), swimming in the pool ... now that would be worth two hundred bucks, no question.

I'm not generally a conference-type person. I don't like big crowds. We've lived in the Chicago area for almost twenty years now, and I still haven't seen Venetian Nights at the lakefront, even though Denny takes Josh and Amanda almost every year. Wall-to-wall people ... and standing in line for those pukey Port-a-Potties? Ugh.

Give me a small moms' group or a women's Bible study any day-like Moms in Touch, which met at our church in Downers Grove all those years the kids were growing up. We had some retreats, too, but I knew most of the folks from church, and they were held at a camp and retreat center out in the country where you could wear jeans to all the sessions and walk in the woods during free time.

But listening to the cars on I-90 roaring past the hotel's manicured lawn? Laughing like a sound track at jokes told by high-powered speakers in tailored suits and matching heels? Having to take "after-five attire" for a banquet on Saturday night? (Why would a bunch of women do that with no men around to admire how gorgeous we look?)

Uh-uh. Was not looking forward to it.

Still, Avis Johnson, my boss-she's the principal at the Chicago public school where I teach third grade this year-asked if I'd like to go with her, and that counts for something. Maybe everything. I've admired Avis ever since I first met her at Uptown Community Church but never thought we'd be pals or anything. Not just because she's African American and I'm white, either. She's so calm and poised-a classy lady. Her skin is a smooth, rich, milk-chocolate color, and she gets her hair done every week at a salon. Couldn't believe it when I found out she was fifty and a grandmother. (I should be so lucky to look like that when Josh and Amanda have kids.) I feel like a country bumpkin when I'm around her. My nondescript dark brown hair never could hold a "style," so I just wear it at shoulder level with bangs and hope for the best.

Not only that, but when we moved from suburban Downers Grove into the city last summer, I applied to teach in one of the public schools in the Rogers Park neighborhood of Chicago, where we live now, and ended up at Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary, where Avis Johnson just happened to be the principal. Weird calling her "Avis" on Sunday and "Ms. Johnson" on Monday.

Avis is one of Uptown Community's worship leaders and has tried to wean its motley congregation of former Presbyterians, Baptists, "Evee-Frees," Methodists, Brethren, and No-Churchers from the hymnbook and "order of service" to actually participating in worship. I love the way she quotes Scripture, too, not only from the New Testament, but also from those mysterious Minor Prophets, and Job, and the Pentateuch. I mean, I know a lot of Scripture, but for some reason I have a hard time remembering those pesky references, even though I've been in Sunday school since singing "Climb, Climb Up Sunshine Mountain" in the toddler class.

People at Uptown want to be "relevant" in an urban setting, which means cultivating a diverse congregation, but most of us, including yours truly, aren't too comfortable shouting in church and start to fidget when the service goes past twelve o'clock-both of which seem par for Sunday morning in black churches. Don't know why Avis stays at Uptown sometimes. Pastor Clark, bless him, has a vision, but for most of us transplants, our good intentions come with all the presumptions we brought from suburbia. But she says God called her to Uptown, and Pastor Clark preaches the Word. She'll stay until God tells her to go.

Denny and I-we've only been at the church since last summer. That's when Honorable Husband decided it was time white folks-meaning us, as it turned out-moved back into the city rather than doing good deeds from our safe little enclaves in the suburbs. Denny had been volunteering with Uptown's "outreach" program for over ten years, ever since the kids were little, driving into the city about once a month from Downers Grove. It was so hard for me to leave the church and people we've known most of our married life. But Denny said we couldn't hide forever in our comfort zone. So ... we packed up the dog, the teenagers, and the Plymouth Voyager, exchanged our big yard for a postage stamp, and shoehorned ourselves into a two-flat-Chicago's version of a duplex-on Chicago's north side.

But frankly? I don't really know what we're doing here. Uptown Community Church has a few black members and one old Chinese lady who comes from time to time ... but we're still mostly white in one of the most diverse neighborhoods in the United States-Rogers Park, Chicago. Josh says at his high school cafeteria, the black kids sit with the black kids, Latino kids sit with Latinos, nerds sit with nerds, whites with whites, Asians with Asians.

Not exactly a melting pot. And the churches aren't much better. Maybe worse.

In Des Moines, Iowa, where my family lives, I grew up on missionary stories from around the world-the drumbeats of Africa ... the rickshaws of China ... the forests of Ecuador. Somehow it was so easy to imagine myself one day sitting on a stool in the African veld, surrounded by eager black faces, telling Bible stories with flannel-graph figures. Once, when I told Denny about my fantasy, he snorted and said we better learn how to relate across cultures in our own city before winging across the ocean to "save the natives."

He's right, of course. But it's not so easy. Most of the people I've met in the neighborhood are friendly-friendly, but not friends. Not the kick-back, laugh-with-your-girlfriends, be-crazy, cry-when-you're-sad, talk-on-the-phone-five-times-a-week kind of friends I had in Downers Grove. And the black couple who lives upstairs? (DINKS, Josh called them: Double-Income-No Kids.) They barely give us the time of day unless something goes wrong with the furnace.

So when Avis asked if I'd like to go to this women's conference sponsored by a coalition of Chicago area churches, I said yes. I felt flattered that she thought I'd fit in, since I generally felt like sport socks with high heels. I determined to go. At worst I'd waste a weekend (and two hundred bucks). At best, I might make a friend-or at least get to know Avis better.

THE LOBBY OF THE embassy suites hotel in Chicago's northwest suburbs was packed with women. An intense hum rose and fell, like a tree full of cicadas. "Girl! I didn't know you were coming!" ... "Where's Shirlese? I'm supposed to be roomin' with her." ... "Look at you! That outfit is fine!" ... "Pool? Not after spending forty-five dollars at the salon this morning, honey. Who you kiddin'?"

Avis and I wiggled our Mutt and Jeff selves through the throng of perfumed bodies and presented our reservations at the desk.

"Jodi Baxter? And ... Avis Johnson. You're in Suite 206." The clerk handed over two plastic key cards. "If you're here for the Chicago Women's Conference"-she added with a knowing smile-"you can pick up your registration packet at that table right over there."

Avis let me forge a path back through the cicada convention to a long table with boxes of packets marked A-D, E-H, all the way to W-Z. As we were handed our packets emblazoned with CWC in curlicue calligraphy, I noticed a bright gold sticker in the right-hand corner of mine with the number 26 written in black marker. I glanced at the packet being given to the woman standing next to me at the A-D box who gave her name as "Adams, Paulette"-but her gold sticker had the number 12.

"What's this?" I asked the plump girl behind the registration table, pointing to the number.

"Oh, that." Miss Helpful smiled sweetly. "They'll explain the numbers at the first session. Don't worry about it ... Can I help you?" She turned to the next person in line.

Humph. I didn't want to wait till the first session. I was nervous enough surrounded by women who seemed as comfortable in a crowd of strangers as if it were Thanksgiving at Grandma's. I didn't want any "surprises." Avis waved her packet at me over the heads of five women crowding up to the table between us and nodded toward the elevators. We met just as the door to Elevator Two pinged open, and we wheeled our suitcases inside.

"What number did you get?"

"Number?"

"On your packet,right-hand corner,gold sticker."

"Oh." Avis turned over the packet she was clutching in one hand, along with her plastic key card, purse strap, and travel-pack of tissues. "Twenty-six. What's it for?"

I smiled big and relaxed. "I don't know. They'll tell us the first session." Whatever it was, I was with Avis.

As it turned out, we didn't need our key cards. The door to Suite 206 stood ajar. Avis and I looked at each other and stole inside like the Three Bears coming home after their walk in the woods. The sitting room part of the suite was empty. However, through the French doors leading into the bedroom, we could see "Goldilocks" sitting on the king-size bed, painting her toenails while WGCI gospel music blared from the bedside radio.

The stranger looked up. "Oh, hi!" She waved the tiny polish brush in our direction. "Don't mind me. Make yourselves at home."

We stood and stared. The woman was average height, dark-skinned, and lean, with a crown of little black braids sporting a rainbow of beads falling down all around her head. Thirties, maybe forties; it was hard to tell. Her smile revealed a row of perfect teeth, but a scar down the side of her face belied an easy life.

Avis was braver than I was and said what I was thinking. "Uh, are we in the right room? We didn't know we had another roommate."

The woman cocked her head. "Oh! They didn't tell you at registration? Suite 206, right?" She capped the nail polish and bounced off the bed. "Florida Hickman-call me Flo." She stuck out her hand. "Avis and Jodi, right? That's what they tol' me downstairs. Anyway, I was going to room with this sister, see, but she had to cancel, and I didn't want to pay for a whole suite all by myself. Had to sell the kids just to get here as it is." She laughed heartily. Then her smile faded and she cocked her head. "You don't mind, do you? I mean ... I don't need this whole king-size football field to myself. Unless ..." Her forehead wrinkled. "You want me to sleep on the fold-out couch?"

My good-girl training rushed to my mouth before I knew what I was saying. "Oh, no, no, that's okay. We don't mind." Do we, Avis? I was afraid to look in Avis's direction. We had pretty much agreed driving out that since it was a suite, we could each have a "room" to ourselves. Avis was definitely not the stay-up-late, sleepover type.

"Oh. Well, sure," Avis said. "It's just that no one told us." I didn't know Avis all that well, but that wasn't enthusiasm in her voice. "I'll sleep on the fold-out," she added, wheeling her suitcase over to the luggage stand.

I noticed that she didn't say "we." I stood uncertainly. But our new friend had generously offered the other side of the mammoth bed, so I dragged my suitcase into the bedroom and plopped it on the floor on the other side of Florida's nail salon.

Well, this was going to be interesting. I had thought it would be quite an adventure to get to know Avis as my roommate for the weekend. As members of the same church, this was a chance to get beyond the niceties of Sunday morning and brush our teeth in the same sink. But I hadn't counted on a third party. God knows I wanted to broaden my horizons, but this was moving a little faster than I felt ready for.

As I hung up the dress I hoped would pass for "after five" in the narrow closet, I suddenly had a thought. "Florida, what number is on your registration packet?"

Florida finished her big toe and looked at it critically. "Number? ... Oh, you mean that gold sticker thing on the front?" She looked over the side of the bed where she'd dumped her things. "Um ... twenty-six. Why?"

Chapter Two

As I walked between Avis and Florida toward the ballroom where the Friday night session was going to be held-feeling rather like the white stuff in an Oreo cookie-I could hear keyboard, drums, and bass guitar already pelting out some contemporary praise song I wasn't familiar with. As loud as the instruments were, however, I could hear a woman shouting, "Glory! Glory!" amid similar repetitions from other powerful female voices.

I cringed. Were we late? The schedule said the first session was at seven o'clock, and my watch said only 6:50. No way did I want to walk in after the thing had started and have people stare at me. On the other hand, maybe it was a good excuse to just slip into the back and observe from afar.

But I guess we weren't late because there were still quite a few people milling around, finding seats, and greeting each other with enthusiastic hugs. I needn't have worried about people staring at me because no one seemed to care a spit. In fact, several women squealed when they saw Florida, as if they could hardly believe their eyes that she was here, but she didn't introduce me to any of her friends.

Meantime, I gave up any hope of sitting in the back because Avis was moving steadily toward the front, where people were already walking back and forth in the space between the front row and the platform, waving one arm and praying out loud over the music. Oh, please God, I groaned, not the front row. No telling what was going to happen during the meeting, and I didn't want to be a target for some well-meaning prophecy or someone who decided I needed to be slain in the Spirit.

Fortunately Avis turned into the fifth row back-still too close to the front to my way of thinking-and went all the way to the end of the row next to an aisle. Same as she does at Uptown Community, because she likes to move about during worship. I sighed. Relax, Jodi. Don't be so nervous. After all, I knew Avis-not very well, but still-and trusted her to be rock solid when it came to the Christian gospel. Whatever was going to happen at this conference, Avis thought it was going to be good and had invited me to experience it, too. Like I said before, that counted for something.

There was no actual "beginning" to the first session. But right about seven o'clock the worship band swung into another thumping contemporary song and a lady with mocha-cream skin and a red suit came onto the stage with a handheld mic and revved us up like a cheerleader at a football game. "Come on! Come on! Let's hear you praise the Lord!" We all stood, and everybody was moving to the music in one way or another-stepping, clapping, waving hands. Five hundred female voices tackled that song like a powder-puff football team: "Cel-e-brate ... Je-sus ... Celebrate!"

I clapped and sang along with everyone else and started to enjoy myself. This was good. If only Amanda and Josh could see me. Denny, too. My family thinks I'm too stiff. The kids love to go to Cornerstone in the summer-the music festival out in the cornfields of Illinois sponsored by an aging group of Jesus People-and they come home pumped. We tried it as a family when Josh was in middle school, camping on the grounds, choosing from various sessions by the likes of Tony Campolo, Ron Sider, and John Perkins, and listening to all the Christian bands. I tried not to walk around with my mouth open staring at the kids with green spiked hair and dog collars sporting Jesus T-shirts. "I Broke the Rules-I Prayed in School" ... "He Blew My Mind When He Saved My Soul" ... "He Who Dies with the Most Toys-Still Dies." But by the time we got home, my ears were ringing and I wanted a T-shirt that said, "I Survived Cornerstone!"

We'd been singing in the ballroom about twenty minutes when I realized we were only into the second song. At forty minutes I wondered if we were ever going to get to sit down. Didn't these women ever get tired? But Avis and Florida were still going strong at sixty minutes.

(Continues...)



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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 31, 2006

    Yada Yada Prayer Group

    This book is about a woman named Jody Baxter. Jody is a Christian and has been for many years. Her boss and friend Avis Johnson, who goes to worship with her, asks her to go to the Chicago Women¿s Conference. At the conference she and Avis are put in a prayer group with a variety of other women. Throughout the conference the prayer group gets together to pray. But near the end of the conference, one of the women is called away because of an emergency. The ¿Yada Yada¿ prayer group creates a prayer chain for the whole night. After the conference the women decide they need to continue to meet and every other Sunday all the women would go to another woman¿s place of worship. One Sunday night, Jody is mad at her husband for drinking. She¿s going to be late, and it¿s pouring down rain. What will happen when a young boy runs in front of her car? All in all, I enjoyed this book. It was encouraging to anyone who is going through a crisis. I enjoyed it because it was very detailed and had a good story-line. I enjoy reading books like this because they are about people like me who have gone through many problems but are still faithful. All in all, I would recommend this book to any Christian. Also I would recommend the book Uncommon Faith.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2007

    Totally amazing

    I am 15 yrs old and i picked up the book because its cover was so colorfull i assumed it was about teens ' it was also left in the corner of the teen section' when i started reading it and found out it was about a prayer group of middle aged women i was suprised but i also couldn't put the book down.. i finished it in 1 day and am about to buy #2. I am so happy there is something i can actually read out there that isn't always about the drugs and the sex/boys ' hard life' for somebody to come to God because i can't really relate to having a hard life but this book intergrated many situations and it was easy for me to find parts of me in each member of the prayer group . A DEFINITE BOOK CLUB READER AND JUST A GOOD SUMMER READ. p.s. either i'm really emotional but this book had me shedding tears faster than icecream in the summer heat.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 15, 2007

    A great change of pace

    I am a lawyer and spend much of my life reading dreary material or reading novels that are just suspenseful this novel is not only a very inviting and fulfilling read, it helps one find a positive feeling and has a stong reminder of the need for praise

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2011

    Great read!

    Need a good laugh? Need to feel loved just as you are? Need a reality check??? Read them ALL!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 8, 2008

    Good read

    I thoroughly enjoyed this book and the whole series. It was entertaining and educational as far as cultures and scriptures. I would definitely recommend this to a friend and definitely have already.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2008

    Loved it!

    I wish there were more writers like this that are willing to write a good quality book. I can't tell you how many books I have started reading only to find swearing and things I don't agree with. I read this book today and immediately put the rest of the series on hold at my library. i will recommend this book to everyone!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 14, 2006

    REFRESHING DELIGHTFUL !!

    Its so great to know we have authors out there who REALLY give us something we can recommend -- so delightful and light for a change of pace that Christian women everywhere will love -- ALSO great to give to your non-believer friends who WILL get the message in a way that none can be offended. They will have fun and not realize what a witness they have in their hands! I have read the first 2 of Neta's Ya Ya books and have to admit I am HOOKED!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 25, 2005

    your works are nothing but filthy rags

    A great story written to tell of a women who figured out what righteousness is all about. Jodi Baxter discovers that when we receive Christ we are made righteous and there is nothing that we can do to earn it. This is a lesson that is quite valuable for any Christian. Take the box off of Christianity, get out of the religious fix, and realize that God's love is not based on works.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 11, 2003

    How can something this much fun be good for you?

    If you want a fun read about girlfriends, YadaYada Prayer Group has laughter, drama, tender moments of developing friendships, told in a delightful style with dry humor and warmth. If you want a book that will encourage you in your Christian walk--wherever you are on that walk--there is something in this book for you. These ladies dig deep into one another's lives, and they show what true, sisterly love is all about.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2014

    Lovely book.

    This is a powerful story with very interesting characters.

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  • Posted April 22, 2014

    Great encouragement!

    I love this book. Great story, and excellent encouragement for your prayer life!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2014

    Rosefall

    Haha!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 27, 2014

    Willowfur

    That's what we need to do!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2014

    DawnStar to Willowfur

    Ill help. I am a relistic leader. I wanted to start a combinded group like the books so im in. Im leader of SunClan. Leader is Dawnstar. Location : Sunset result one.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2014

    To willowfur

    No offense to you, but this aint gonna work.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2014

    I get the song stuck in mah head

    The dark inside of me

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 31, 2013

    Jason

    Yes

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2013

    Jason

    Here

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2013

    Destinee (

    (( sorry was at store,,)) u her

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 16, 2013

    Easy to read, somewhat predictable story line.  While I will pro

    Easy to read, somewhat predictable story line.  While I will probably read the other books in the series, I agreed with other reviewers who noted the whiny needy traits of the protagonist.  Definitely different & worth a try.

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