Sanctified Blues

Sanctified Blues

by Mable John, David Ritz

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Albertina Merci, a talented R&B singer, toured with Ray Charles, James Brown, and Wilson Pickett—until the fateful night her voice gave out in front of a sold-out crowd. Encouraged by her fans, she offered a little speech in praise of Jesus instead of a song. Her spontaneous words became the seed of “Sanctified Blues,” a song that soon captured the hearts of millions and gave Albertina the financial security to follow her true calling as an evangelist—sharing the Gospel with those in need of spiritual comfort. Sanctified Blues is the story of Albertina’s encounter with Maggie Clay, the biracial beauty who is TV’s reigning diva. A sudden mystery surrounding Maggie has the entire country wondering: Is Maggie having a nervous breakdown, and if so, why? What caused it? And who can save the star from self-destruction?Sanctified Blues introduces a heroine in the vein of Jessica Fletcher of Murder, She Wrote and Precious Ramotswe, head of The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency. Her quiet but determined mission to solve spiritual mysteries and dilemmas will endear Albertina to both secular and Christian readers.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780307419200
Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/18/2007
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 379,357
File size: 542 KB

About the Author

MABLE JOHN was the first female recording artist for Motown, the lead “Raelette” for Ray Charles from 1968–1976, and a successful solo artist for Stax/Volt. She’s now an ordained minister with a doctorate in counseling. DAVID RITZ is coauthor of Howling at the Moon and the author of biographies of Marvin Gaye and jazz singer Jimmy Scott. He has also coauthored autobiographies of Ray Charles, B.B. King, Aretha Franklin, Smokey Robinson, and other musicians. He lives in Los Angeles, California.

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Sanctified Blues

By Mable John with David Ritz

Random House

Mable John with David Ritz
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0767921658

Chapter One

Part One

"He made known to us
the mystery of His will...
-Ephesians 1:9

Say a Little Prayer

I start out every morning in prayer, setting my life out in a motion that moves toward the Lord. Then I get quiet and simply listen. Sometimes I don't hear Him, though, because Justine, my next-door neighbor, is already knocking at the door. Knocking hard. Justine is something else.

"Hold on, baby," I say. "Getting there fast as I can."

"You look tired, Albertina," says Justine. "Didn't sleep well?"

"Haven't had my morning coffee."

"I'll make us a pot. It'll be ready by the time Maggie goes on."

Maggie, of course, is Maggie Clay. Every day of the week Justine comes over to watch Maggie's World. Couldn't stop her if I wanted to. Truth be told, I like watching the show with Justine. Justine puts on more of a show than Maggie.

"When you watch Maggie," says Justine, who has marched into my kitchen and is busy making coffee, "you learn everything you need to know about how a Black woman can get rich in white America."

"I don't see it that way, sweetheart. I was reading in the book of Joshua the other day-"

"Here we go again with the Bible-"

"I don't know any other book so packed full of wisdom."

"Alright,"Justine says with resignation. "Go on. Tell me about Joshua."

"It's a passage-Joshua 1:8-that's basically saying that God is the source of wealth and success. There's no true prosperity without Him."

"Well, it looks to me like Maggie is sure enough prosperous. Whether God is behind it or whether it's her own genius brain, I just don't know. All I know is that Maggie's the richest Black woman in the history of blackness."

"It isn't about Blackness or whiteness, baby. It's from one blood that God created all nations, all men, all women."

"You get that little nugget from the Bible as well?"

"Acts 17:26. Someday you really oughta take a look at that book."

"Why do that, Albertina, when I have you around quoting all the good parts to me?"

"You'll see yourself in so many of the stories."

"Right now I just want to see what color her hair's gonna be today. First of the month comes around and Maggie has a new shade. It's April first and I'm guessing red highlights. Heavy red highlights."

"April first will fool you, Justine."

"Maggie don't fool me none. She's going for red, I know she is. She has to. She's tried everything. What's left?"

"Before you start tearing up Maggie, I think we better pray."

"You usually get your praying out of the way before I get here."

"I'm having a slow morning, baby. Just give me your hand."

Justine raises her eyebrow skeptically, as if to say, Here she goes again, but gives me her hand. We're standing by the stove where the fragrance of fresh coffee floats in the air.

"Father God," I say, "we thank You for this day. We thank You for the breath we breathe. You are the breath we breathe. You are the breath of life. We thank You for our friendship and our families and the food we eat. You say in Isaiah 53:4 and 5 that You bore our grief and by your scourging we are healed, right here, right now. So we thank You. We thank You for Your suffering, we thank You for our salvation, we thank You for life eternal. We magnify You, we glorify You, we praise You. We thank You for the gift of Your life because You are our life. And we say all this in the precious name of Jesus. Amen."

"Amen," Justine repeats. "That was sweet. Does that get me off the hook for what I did last night?"

"I'm not sure I want to know what you did last night, baby."




"Lord, have mercy," I say.

"He's back," says Justine.

"For now."

"Now is all I know."

"You know more than you like to let on. Sugar, you know all about Herman," I tell her.

"You say accept folk the way they are. You say, we can't change people, only God can."

"That's what I believe," I say.

"Well, I believe it too. Herman is Herman."

"And self-respect is self-respect."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The coffee's ready. Want some toast?"

"I'll make it for you, Albertina."

"You act like I can't make toast."

"You're seventy. I'm fifty. I'll make the toast."

"Think I can butter it myself?" I ask.

We sit at the kitchen table. Outside my window the sun is peeking through the clouds and warming the ferns sitting on the ledge behind the sink. I'm not good with plants-not the way my mother was, bless her heart-but the ferns are growing in spite of me. Looks like another nice day in South Central Los Angeles.

"The thing about Herman," says Justine, "is that he's sweet. Deep-down sweet. And, unlike many men, he's not prejudiced against large women."

"You don't have to explain, Justine."

"I feel like I have to. I feel like you're judging me."

"The Lord said in John 12:47 that He did not come to condemn the world but to save it. I'm no judge, sugar."

"But you're a minister, Albertina."

"A minister without a sanctuary and without judgments."

"Judging is what ministers do for a living."

"Fortunately I don't make my living from ministering."

"You got your song royalties. Thank God for your song royalties. Don't you miss singing?"

"I still sing on Sunday mornings."

"I know, but you're singing with nine or ten people sitting in your living room."

"Home-church singing is some good singing, baby."

"But how 'bout those days when you were singing in front of thirty thousand people in football stadiums?"

"Those folks were listening to James Brown or Elton John, not me. I was just singing background."

"But how 'bout those days when you were singing on your own?"

"Chitlin circuit singing. Singing the blues."

"Didn't you love it?"

"I loved it, sure I loved it. But I found I loved something more."

"You aren't going to make me pray again, are you?"

I laugh. Justine is buttering my toast and spreading on blackberry jelly. "Justine," I say, "you don't have to do that, honey."

"It pleases me to please you. Don't you say we're here to serve each other?"

"In serving each other we're serving Him."

"We're not talking about Herman, are we?" Justine asks.

"No, we are not talking about Herman."

"I want to talk about Herman. I think it's different this time."

"Based on what?"

"He's doing stuff to me he's never done before. Can I tell you about it?"

"That's hardly necessary, baby."

"Well, you can imagine."

"I could, but I don't want to. . . ."

"And that tells me he's changing. He's willing to take the time to please me. Isn't that a good sign?"

"I'm not sure how good I am at reading signs," I say.

"You read everything right. You solve everyone's problems. That's your gift."

"That's not me. That's God."

"Well, God willing, Herman's picking me up again after work tonight and we're going clubbing."

"You mean to say that after dealing with all those Target customers till ten at night you can still go clubbing?"

"Herman recharges my batteries."

"Alright, Miss Energizer Bunny, Maggie's about to come on. Let's move to the living room."

I sit in the big blue easy chair that's older than me. It needs reupholstering, but I can't stand the idea of being without it, even for a day. It belonged to my daddy's daddy, a man I never knew.

Maggie's theme song is playing, her announcer is calling her name, and there she is, making her way down the central aisle through her adoring audience.

"Told you!" Justine is screaming. Justine has jumped off my couch and is pointing at the screen with her four-inch-long star-encrusted glitter-gold fingernails. "Her hair ain't red, it's orange! It's hideous! My God, what is that woman thinking?"

Justine loves to diss Maggie's hairdos, but this time she's right. A former woman's basketball star for UCLA in the late seventies and a high-fashion model in the early eighties, Maggie is six foot three and a stunning beauty. Wire thin with high cheekbones, flashing green eyes, and a honey cream complexion, she is famous for her bold style and dramatic flair, but this is off the charts. This is plainly wrong. At fifty, Maggie usually looks thirty-five. Today she looks fifty-five.

"Girlfriend looks like Clarabelle the Clown with Shirley Temple curls," says Justine. "What is that child thinking? She's gone off the deep end. She's done lost her mind."

"Today's show," Maggie starts to say, her eyes darting away from the camera, "will be focused on many things, but right now I can't think of any of them."

There's a deadly silence. The camera turns from Maggie and pans the audience. The audience looks as confused as Maggie. The camera swings back to Maggie.

"I'm kidding, of course," she says. "Today's show will focus on . . ." Another awkward pause. "Let me ask my producer. Cindy, what are we focusing on today?"

"Hey, Albertina," says Justine as the camera pans to a thirty-year-old woman standing in the wings, "isn't that Cindy, your niece?"

"Sure is, honey."

"I thought they never show the producer on camera."

"Well, they're showing her today," I say as I watch the camera catch a glimpse of Cindy, who looks absolutely adorable in a simple pair of jeans and a Maggie's World sweatshirt. She's standing in the wings and mouthing the words "mental health."

"Mental health," repeats Maggie. "Nothing is more important than mental health. And today we have a number of experts and a number of people who have recovered. Or maybe they haven't recovered. Who knows if anyone ever really recovers?"

"What in God's name is wrong with this woman?" asks Justine, now planted a few inches in front of my television set with both hands on her hips.

"Please move, Justine," I say. "Can't see through you."

"Maggie's out of it," says Justine. "Maggie's falling apart."

Just as Justine says the words, the screen goes blank. Maggie's World always broadcasts live from Dallas-a point of pride with Maggie who built her reputation on bucking the tradition of pretaped shows-so all this is happening in real time: 9:05 a.m. on the West Coast, 11:05 a.m. in Texas, 12:05 p.m. back East.

"Due to technical difficulties," an announcer says, "Maggie's World will not be aired today."

The theme song to I Love Lucy starts up.

"Call Dallas," urges Justine. "Call your niece. See what's happening."

"Cindy's in the middle of it right now. I don't want to bother her."

"This is amazing. The great Maggie Clay is sure enough breaking down on national TV."

"Don't go jumping to conclusions, Justine. She might just be dizzy with the flu."

"Pah-leeeze, Albertina. Did you see her eyes? She's lost it. I'm telling you, she's gone. This story's gonna be all over Access Hollywood, Entertainment Tonight and Extra. Those blood-hungry tabloids will eat her alive."

"Calm down, baby. You sound almost happy about it."

"Well, she's supposed to be the happiest human in the world. Besides, she's had every happiness guru from Bombay to Brooklyn preaching on her show. She has written best sellers telling us how to be happy. The woman's gotten rich on happy. So how can she not be happy? Ain't it funny how things turn around?"

"If she's hurting she needs our prayers."

"You really think Maggie wants our prayers? Us little people?"

"I don't know what she wants, Justine, but I can't be happy that she's hurting."

"Sorry, Albertina, but I ain't no perfect saint."

"None of us are, baby."

A Little Dream

The telephone wakes me out of a dream.

I usually don't nap, but after lunch today my heart felt heavy and my head cloudy with worrisome thoughts. I fixed myself a little tuna sandwich, made myself a cup of green tea, took my Bible over to the couch and started to read the Word when my eyes closed and I drifted back to Dallas. In my dream I'm in the Dallas of my childhood. The Dallas of the forties. The Dallas of prejudice and pain. The Dallas of my innocence, when my loving parents are still alive. It's my favorite time of day, almost dinnertime in the little bungalow where we live just off Lemon Avenue. Mama is cooking. I'm peeling potatoes. Daddy's smoking his pipe. My brothers, Calvin and Fred, are playing in the yard. Suddenly it's dark and raining with thunder and lightning and just as suddenly it's clear but here comes the roar of wind and I look outside and see a funnel cloud rushing toward us. Our house is shaking and Mama is screaming and through our window I see the tornado is only a block away. I run out to grab my brothers but the terrible wind has sucked up their bodies and is about to smash our house and me, Mama, and Daddy when a ringing telephone startles me awake.

"Tina, it's Calvin."

My brother is calling. I'm amazed at the coincidence.

"I was just dreaming of us all," I say, "you and Fred and Mama and Daddy."

"I needed to call you," Calvin replies, ignoring what I just said, "because I figure that you're the only one who can make sense out of this."

"Out of what?" I ask him.

"What happened today."

"What did happen, baby?"

"Did you watch Maggie's World?"

"I saw that the show was cut off."

"Maggie's cut herself off from everyone. Even Cindy. Now Cindy doesn't know what to do. No one does.&


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Reading Group Guide

1. What are some of Albertina’s favorite scriptures? How do they provide guidance for Albertina and others during the course of the narrative?

2. How does Cindy’s illness affect the other characters in the novel? How does her death affect Albertina? Bob? Maggie?

3. How does Bob differ from the other men in the novel? Can you describe through his actions how he is different? Also describe Bob and Albertina’s relationship. How would it have been different had Cindy lived?

4. What kind of preacher is Bishop Gold? How does his approach differ from Albertina’s? Their perspectives clash during Cindy’s funeral and during the awards show. How does Albertina handle these situations?

5. What events from Albertina’s past constantly pervade her thoughts and dreams throughout the novel? How were they significant to her spiritual development?

6. Albertina Merci possesses the humility and strength of spirit to admit when her actions or thoughts interfere with God’s plan. How does this affect Albertina’s decisions? Do other characters help steer Albertina toward God’s will? If so, how?

7. Maggie Clay has fierce mood swings that cause her to lash out at the people around her. Do you think you could have put up with Maggie? How would you have handled her?

8. Albertina always offers scriptural advice, but often likes to steer clear of meddling in other people’s lives, which causes her to stay quiet during some potentially explosive situations. Describe some of these instances in the novel. Do you agree with her actions?

9. Patrick, like his Aunt Albertina, is also a Christian minister. At times it becomes evident that his fervent conviction to Christianity and short temper put him at odds with people around him. How do his beliefs affect his actions in public and in private? How does Albertina help him develop patience? Does he remind you of someone you know?

10. What taboo issue causes unease in the House of Trust? What event triggers the issue to emerge as a topic of concern? How is it resolved?

11. Justine has terrible taste in men. Describe the events surrounding her last two relationships. How does Albertina guide Justine? Do you agree with Justine’s actions?

12. Albertina believes firmly in the healing power of prayer. Describe the events surrounding the married couple Tom and Muriel, and the events surrounding Coach Martin Simmons and his son Chuck. Does prayer help in these two situations? Discuss moments when prayer has helped you deal with or come out of a difficult situation.

13. The radio station disk jockey Clifford Bloom makes an interesting point during his interview with Albertina when he says that Pastor Merci made the “transition from secular to sacred with exceptional poise.” How does this statement help the reader’s understanding of Albertina? How does Albertina respond to the comment? Does her view of herself differ from how you view her?

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