swan hired him...i didn't. stanley was from south andros...he said he was a bonefish guide and, in his spare time, a preacher. i know the latter was true because swan and the girls went to hear him sermonize - i wouldn't go. his children hollered "mama, mama, here come the white people..." as we approached his house near the church - that was enough to send me back to the hotel for a beer.
stanley preached "the woid of god."
according to god - stanley said - 85% of the people in hell were women - 10% men - and the other 5% men who were there because of women.
i should tell you he was also a horseshit guide, fat, had a lousy boat, and poled around with an old mangrove stake. swan didn't catch many fish.
He may have been a horseshit guide but he was a hell of a preacher. I went to church that day. The first time in a very long time. Imagine people who live in squalor, some even have dirt floors, showing up in that church with no windows or doors in their Sunday best. I mean ladies in gloves and hats in the relentless Bahamian sun. Their hearts open, their souls waiting to be saved. And fat little Stanley at the pulpit in a light blue polyester tuxedo complete with ruffled shirt. We sang, we prayed, and we praised the lord that day with Stanley at the helm.
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