Life Is Not a Fairy Tale by Fantasia (e book reader free TXT) 📕

came into my life is: “When ’Tasia started singing, she was always singin’ and cryin’, singin’ and cryin’.”

That has not changed a bit.

Our first church started in my grandmother’s basement. My mother told me that Grandma Addie was beaten to a pulp by her drunken husband. She had three daughters who also had children too young, and she was worried about her own soul and the soul of her family. She decided that she had to do something. Grandma Addie prayed and asked the Lord to set her family straight. As Grandma tells it, the Lord told her to open the door of her house to let the Holy Spirit in. God spoke to my grandmother in a vision of a church in the basement of her house.

My grandmother lived in a small, red-brick house with sagging wood floors. The basement had a separate entrance from the back of the house, and the congregation would use that door to enter the church. My family would enter through the door in the hallway that led down to the basement. We had about eleven members initially, and my family made it eighteen in total.

What finally became the church had been the carport before my grandmother had the vision. One day she met a man at the produce market and she was telling him about her vision for the church and the young man happened to be a contractor. He told my grandmother, “I think I can help you do that, Miss Addie.” A couple of days later he came to the house, measured it out, and he created a room that would eventually host the Holy Ghost. Because it was the carport, the heating and plumbing were all exposed, and my grandmother couldn’t afford to change the ceiling, so she just left it. She was blessed to be able to install heating and cooling eventually. But back then, the humid North Carolina summers were hotter than hell in that church. The exposed insulation on the ceiling meant the congregation had to duck down to sit in certain seats.

My grandmother had bought a wooden cross that she draped with purple velvet, which she had seen in the initial vision of the church. The cross was placed in front of the furnace. As my grandmother says, “We’re havin’ chu’ch in there!”

The phrase “havin’ chu’ch” reminds me of when the Bible says that when two or three are gathered, God is in the midst. All of us believe that strongly. When we have our “chu’ch,” we’re just praising God with our love and our actions toward each other. And we are always prayin’ about something and singing. Prayer is just our norm as a family.

Back then, when the eleven members started telling their friends about the Holy Spirit who made it to my grandma’s house every Sunday, we had to move into a storefront because the home church wouldn’t hold that many people. Less than a year after the storefront, we had grown to about 100 or 150 members. Then even more people started comin’ and wantin’ to be a part of Mercy Outreach, which is what my Grandma Addie named her church. The word on the streets of High Point was that Mercy Outreach was the church of the Barrino Family. Everyone wanted to be blessed by our voices. Finally, we were able to move the church again, this time into a real church building with a sign out front with my grandmother’s name as pastor and my mother’s name as the associate pastor. The church has cushioned pews instead of the white folding chairs and a pulpit that would make any preacher proud. The church grew to be about 250 members.

The church is my grandmother’s heart. Because there was a lot of drama, as there sometimes is in the black church, we started losin’ members after about a year. People started leaving because of all the talk of sinnin’ that was goin’ on. There was talk about my father and how he was dating some of the women in the church. Baptists don’t like to be involved with a sinnin’ church. They think just being near sin will mess up their chance of gettin’ into Heaven. There was a lot of talk and gossip about the church and around the church, while Sunday services kept gettin’ smaller and smaller. The contents of the tithing basket were also getting smaller. Suddenly the mortgage payments were getting further and further apart. My grandma was stressin’ because she thought she would be failing God if she lost the church. She continued to pray and put Mercy Outreach back into God’s hands, where it belonged.

As I got older, I used to pray to God that if He would raise me out of my situation, I would bless my grandmother with the money she needed to save Mercy Outreach. God answered my prayer by blessing me withAmerican Idol, and my grandma’s church still stands today.

Being in church was—and still is—my most peaceful place. When I’m there, I go over a lot of things in my mind. If I have any worries or stress. I let them all go the moment that I walk into the church. Church is also the place where music came to life for me. It was the place I could have a good time, hear good music, and clap my hands.

All this shoutin’, witnessin’, and praisin’ all looked normal to me as a child. My family talks about how my mother was shoutin’, prayin’, and singin’ when she had me in the womb. People used to say she was going to shout that baby right out! Even though I could be a part of everyone singin’ and praisin’ God, I still had to experience itwithin. One Sunday, when I was around five or six, I was up singin’ and something just hit my body. It was like a violent strike to my soul. I didn’t know what it was. I couldn’t explain it.