Blue Sunday

By Latricia Thornton

Blue Sunday was a story that I created in 2016. It is a story about redemption for the assistant pastor Gregory Emory, who wanted nothing to do with God after two of his closest family members died, and the redemption of a former drug addict, Shane Gaudet, who was running from his own past troubles that cause him to hide from God. The main character, Greg, believes God cured him of cancer. In turn, because he is in the business of saving souls, he wants to help his old best friend find God. God brings the two men together under the same roof and leads them through a series of dreams to rediscover each other.

I was very intrigued by how my mother and her sisters would interpret dreams ever since I was a little girl. I decided to create a story that included a series of dreams that had to be decoded throughout until the very end

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jun 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098077976

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Blue Sunday

Latricia Thornton

Copyright © 2020 by Latricia Thornton

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Table of Contents

Cancer Scare

Shane Returns to Town

Shane’s Accident

The Storms of Life

My Name Is Charlie

Greg Is the New Pastor

This Is Shane Gaudet

I Feel God’s Love

1

Cancer Scare

Most of the winter day was gone as the sun was slowly setting in the construction office. Half of the office was clean, but the other half near the desk was cluttered with books and rolled-up blueprints. The garbage can was filled with a stack of papers. A dusty name plaque sat on the desk. It reads, Gregory Emory.

Greg Emory, a man with rugged good looks in his early thirties, sat at the desk, looking over construction contracts while smoking a cigarette. A couple minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Come in, said Greg, never looking up.

An attractive, physically fit pregnant female in her early thirties walked in and slammed the door. Gregory Anthony Emory, if you don’t put that cigarette out…, scolded Shantay.

Greg nearly choked and dropped his cigarette on to the desk. It created a small fire that he quickly put out with a big book.

Serves you right! Don’t you think you coughed enough last night? Shantay exclaimed.

Hi, honey, Greg said.

Don’t you ‘hi, honey’ me! She moved a stack of papers from the chair and sat down. When are you planning to clean this place up? she asked.

I’m working on it, he said. You needed something?

She rubbed her belly. I just thought I would stop in and remind you about my appointment tomorrow afternoon with my obstetrician. I’m dying to know if we’re having a boy or a girl! she said in an almost high-pitched squeal.

Later that night, Greg tossed and turned while dreaming.

Greg stood next to his bathroom sink. He looks into the mirror and started coughing. He tried to control his cough by drinking a cup of water. Suddenly, he coughed up mucus into the sink. At first, the mucus was a yellowish green in color, but then it turned red.

Greg woke up in a cold sweat, coughing uncontrollably. He grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and coughed into it. He turned his nightstand light on and noticed blood on the tissue.

The next day, Greg and Shantay were waiting in the pulmonary doctor’s office. A short time later, Dr. Toupes walked in with a large file folder. He shook Greg’s hand first and then Shantay’s hand.

Good morning. My name is Dr. Larry Toupes, he said, introducing himself.

Gregory Emory, and this is my wife, Shantay, Greg replied.

The doctor looked down at Shanty’s stomach. Looks like congratulations is in order, he said, smiling at her. Boy or girl?

We will find out this afternoon, said Shantay. Thank you so much for seeing us on short notice.

No problem. I had a last-minute cancellation. He walked over to his desk and sat down. The doctor reached for his reading glasses in his pocket and put them on. He opened the folder and looks over the notes and X-rays.

Holding Shantay’s hand, Greg waited on the edge of his seat.

As Dr. Toupes continued to look over an X-ray, he said, You have a couple of spots on your right lung.

Greg’s face fell.

Is it…? Shantay started in a concern tone.

It is a cause for concern, but it does not mean this is cancer. With a regular X-ray, we may not always catch the cancer in its early stages. So I want you to return in a couple of weeks to get a CT scan. If the results come back abnormal, then we will proceed to getting a tissue sample. But rest assured that if you have cancer, we will take great care of you at this hospital.

*****

It’s an incredibly bright and sunny day as Greg walked along the fishing bank smoking a cigarette. His dad, Eli, is sitting in an old fold-up chair, baiting his hook with fake bait.

Put your cigarette out, son, said Eli in a stern voice with his back to Greg.

Greg quickly threw his cigarette down to the ground and stepped on it. Dad, what are you doing here? Greg asked, surprised.

Eli put his fishing pole down, got up, and opened his arms to Greg. Greg hugged him tightly. When they broke apart, Eli sat back down and resumed fishing. Take a seat, Greg.

Greg moved the tackle box off the bucket and sat down next to his dad. I missed you, Dad.

I miss you too, son. I wanted to give you something to think about, replied Eli, handing Greg the fishing pole. You’ve been through a lot of things in your life. Don’t let this be your breaking point.

Suddenly, there was an immediate tug on Greg’s fishing reel. Greg started to reel the catch in. It tugged on his line even harder. Soon a big golden fish emerged from the water. The fishing line snapped near the beginning of the line. Amazingly, the fishing reel regenerated itself near the snap, and the big fish was not lost. Greg looked on in awe.

*****

Shantay sat at her kitchen table, sipping her coffee, when the doorbell rang. She got up and answered the door. Viola, Greg’s mom, walked in.

Good morning, Viola greeted.

Good morning, Ms. Viola, Shantay greeted back.

She touched Shantay’s stomach, and the baby kicked promptly. Viola moves her hand back in surprise and looked at Shantay. My granddaughter is a busy little one, isn’t she? she asked. My Nessa was a busy one too.

Would you like a cup of coffee? Shantay offered.

Oh yes, thank you. Viola grinned.

The two ladies went into the kitchen to drink coffee.

How’s my son doing? asked Viola.

Most days he wakes up so optimistic knowing God is in control of his life. Then there are a few days here and there for the past couple of weeks when he keeps having nightmares. Because he doesn’t understand them, he’ll think the worst.

Greg never was gifted in deciphering dreams. That was Nessa’s gift from God, explained Viola. "I have a small amount of understanding of dreams