Editor’s note, I did not create this story. It was retold to me by one of my mentors in the faith. However, I did edit it for effect and readability. I hope it blesses you!
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Blue. He was born with all the potential in the world. Tall, smart, athletic, and handsome, possessing the “gift of gab,” he was always one of the more popular kids growing up.
Somehow, Blue lost his way and got involved in selling drugs. Before long, he was the biggest dealer in town and, to top it off, he used his looks, his “game”, and his smarts to become the most infamous pimp in town.
Blue had it all: money, women, cars, respect…and fear – Blue had a notorious mean streak.
One day, Blue called all his women and his trusted henchmen to his “crib.” He told them he had to leave to “take care of some business” and not to leave until he got back.
Everyone was determined to be faithful, because no one wanted to cross Blue; he was no joke.
Well, hours passed. Then a day. Then another. Still no one would leave, as there was no telling when Blue would come back. No one, that is, except his “best girl,” Veronica.
Veronica had been with Blue longer than anyone; she knew him from childhood. She knew something wasn’t right because Blue believed in handling his business quickly. She boldly left the house, searching all the places she thought Blue might be, and she got a “lead” at Blue’s favorite bar.
The bartender told Veronica that Blue went out the back door, turning right down the alley.
She traced his steps, going out the door, turning right and going down the alley. She heard music and shouting…something was drawing her in that direction. Soon she saw an open door with two men standing outside. Approaching the door, Veronica realized she recognized one of the men.
It was Blue. Except he wasn’t wearing one of his trademark blue suits or even his blue warm-ups. He was dressed in a smart black suit with a crisp white shirt and a bright red tie. He was wearing a badge that said, “usher,” and he was wearing white gloves.
“Blue, where you been, daddy! Everybody’s worried about you. I know you told us to stay, but I had to come lookin’ for you.” Veronica said.
“Veronica, I was on my way to do someone harm,” said Blue, “and I heard that man might be in here.” Blue continued, “Well, I went in and something happened — I met Jesus. He loved me so much He died for me. I knew I had to leave it all behind and follow Him,” Blue added, “I’m not just happy, I have a joy I can’t explain.”
Numb and in shock, Veronica walked past Blue into the open door. She sat in the back. Some of the church folk cut their eyes at her. “What is that whore doing in here, don’t she know this is the house of the Lord?” they asked. Others, though, went by and greeted her, showing her love and hospitality.
Veronica was unfazed. She sat in the last pew of the church, upright and quiet.
Songs of praise and worship were sung. Then the preacher got up to speak. He preached on how Jesus came to die for us, to save us from a burning hell. He preached on the love of Jesus and how God wants us to live full, abundant lives. He concluded the sermon and had an altar call.
Veronica was the first to answer.
The preacher asked, “Honey, what made you come up? Was it the preaching?”
“No,” she replied.
“Well, was it the singing?”
“Was it the folks who loved on you?”
“No, no, no!” She said.
Puzzled, the preacher asked, “Well, what was it, Sister?”
Suddenly, she realized Blue was standing beside the Pastor. She turned her eyes from the preacher to Blue…
“This Jesus, that Blue fell in love with,” Veronica said, pointing at Blue,”that cleaned him up and turned him around…well, I just had to get to know him for myself.