After a couple of weeks he would grow bored with them and toss them aside.
“Didn’t you say something about your aunts trying to fix you up with someone?” Monty asked.
“Yeah, they called yesterday trying to get me to go out with someone my aunt Eva knows.”
“Ooooh, I bet she’s a booger bear.”
“Actually, I met her before. She was pretty but we didn’t talk long.”
“You’ve seen her and she looks all right? Then, shoot, what can a date hurt?”
“I just don’t know.” Terrance sighed heavily. “I want something real. I’m just not understanding. If there are so many women out there searching for a good man and I’m looking for a good woman, why haven’t we found each other?”
“Because your preacher-man status causes the nutcases to come out and it’s hard sifting through them all. But I tell you what.” Monty patted Terrance on his back. “As your best friend, I will take it upon myself to help you out. So feel free to send the pretty ones my way, and I’ll help you sift through them all in search of Mrs. Right.”
Terrance laughed. “Yeah, man. If only it was that easy.”
chapter 13
T errance couldn’t believe he was actually out on a date with someone his aunts had fixed him up with.
He had been totally against the idea when his aunt Eva first brought it to him, especially after that disastrous blind date with the girl Monty had fixed him up with. But Eva had looked at him with those sad puppy-dog eyes, which he could never say no to. Then, when she’d told him all about Claire Rollins, and how she was a dedicated nurse, how beautiful and intelligent she was, well, he figured, what was the harm in one date? Maybe if he gave another woman a chance, it could solve the whole dilemma he was having about Savannah.
Claire had turned out to be everything Eva said she was and more. Her almond-shaped eyes dazzled him the minute he walked in the door of Vilini’s Italian Restaurant. She had beautiful wavy, shoulder-length hair, the smoothest dark brown skin Terrance had ever seen, and a body that would put Angela Bassett to shame.
Over dinner, they had intelligent, thought-provoking conversations on everything from music to the state of world affairs. Terrance was beginning to think his aunt had actually done well with this blind date. Then Claire said something that ruined it all.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t believe in God.”
Terrance wanted to back away from the table for fear that the lightning bolt meant for her would strike him, too.
“Excuse me?” he said, hoping he’d heard her wrong.
“I just think all this God stuff is overrated. I mean, we’re putting all our trust in a book written by men.”
“But God directed those men to write down His Word,” Terrance numbly replied.
“Says who?” Claire nonchalantly retorted. “I mean, none of us were actually there. We just take some quack’s word that he was directed by God to come up with this book by which we should all govern our lives. We pass that warped logic down from generation to generation without ever questioning the validity of it.” She chuckled. “It’s funny, we look at the man who stands on the corner of my neighborhood talking about he’s Jesus like he’s insane. But if you really think about it, that’s exactly what those people who wrote the Bible did. Only we took their word for it.”
Terrance was completely speechless. He was expecting that Claire would at any minute burst out laughing like this was some mean-spirited and tasteless joke. But he could tell by the expression on her face that she was dead serious. She looked at him like she was waiting on a valid answer.
“Well, what do you believe in?” Terrance asked, struggling not to sound condescending. His mentor, Dr. Frank Hilliard, at Arkansas Baptist College, had always taught him to try to reach the nonbelievers. Although, truthfully, he was having a hard time just digesting what she was saying.
“I believe in the
“Didn’t you say something about your aunts trying to fix you up with someone?” Monty asked.
“Yeah, they called yesterday trying to get me to go out with someone my aunt Eva knows.”
“Ooooh, I bet she’s a booger bear.”
“Actually, I met her before. She was pretty but we didn’t talk long.”
“You’ve seen her and she looks all right? Then, shoot, what can a date hurt?”
“I just don’t know.” Terrance sighed heavily. “I want something real. I’m just not understanding. If there are so many women out there searching for a good man and I’m looking for a good woman, why haven’t we found each other?”
“Because your preacher-man status causes the nutcases to come out and it’s hard sifting through them all. But I tell you what.” Monty patted Terrance on his back. “As your best friend, I will take it upon myself to help you out. So feel free to send the pretty ones my way, and I’ll help you sift through them all in search of Mrs. Right.”
Terrance laughed. “Yeah, man. If only it was that easy.”
chapter 13
T errance couldn’t believe he was actually out on a date with someone his aunts had fixed him up with.
He had been totally against the idea when his aunt Eva first brought it to him, especially after that disastrous blind date with the girl Monty had fixed him up with. But Eva had looked at him with those sad puppy-dog eyes, which he could never say no to. Then, when she’d told him all about Claire Rollins, and how she was a dedicated nurse, how beautiful and intelligent she was, well, he figured, what was the harm in one date? Maybe if he gave another woman a chance, it could solve the whole dilemma he was having about Savannah.
Claire had turned out to be everything Eva said she was and more. Her almond-shaped eyes dazzled him the minute he walked in the door of Vilini’s Italian Restaurant. She had beautiful wavy, shoulder-length hair, the smoothest dark brown skin Terrance had ever seen, and a body that would put Angela Bassett to shame.
Over dinner, they had intelligent, thought-provoking conversations on everything from music to the state of world affairs. Terrance was beginning to think his aunt had actually done well with this blind date. Then Claire said something that ruined it all.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t believe in God.”
Terrance wanted to back away from the table for fear that the lightning bolt meant for her would strike him, too.
“Excuse me?” he said, hoping he’d heard her wrong.
“I just think all this God stuff is overrated. I mean, we’re putting all our trust in a book written by men.”
“But God directed those men to write down His Word,” Terrance numbly replied.
“Says who?” Claire nonchalantly retorted. “I mean, none of us were actually there. We just take some quack’s word that he was directed by God to come up with this book by which we should all govern our lives. We pass that warped logic down from generation to generation without ever questioning the validity of it.” She chuckled. “It’s funny, we look at the man who stands on the corner of my neighborhood talking about he’s Jesus like he’s insane. But if you really think about it, that’s exactly what those people who wrote the Bible did. Only we took their word for it.”
Terrance was completely speechless. He was expecting that Claire would at any minute burst out laughing like this was some mean-spirited and tasteless joke. But he could tell by the expression on her face that she was dead serious. She looked at him like she was waiting on a valid answer.
“Well, what do you believe in?” Terrance asked, struggling not to sound condescending. His mentor, Dr. Frank Hilliard, at Arkansas Baptist College, had always taught him to try to reach the nonbelievers. Although, truthfully, he was having a hard time just digesting what she was saying.
“I believe in the
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