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Making a Ho a Housewife: Hosea and Gomer	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: A through F > Bible Views: 2046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So in the last chapter I told you I would make a decision between Hosea looking like Robert Downey Jr., or Jake Gyllenhaal. I’ve chosen to use Robert. So for the rest of this body of work you should imagine Hosea being played by Robert Downey, Jr. He’s young (not as young as Jake) but older and wiser. If this were a movie, I think Robert would bring a lot to the role. Playing Hosea a little older (I guess between age forty to forty-five) than Gomer, we will have a character able to help teach her what she will need to know as a wife. Yeah, let’s go with that.
Thank you so much for hanging in there with me. I know it seems like forever since I updated and it has been. I’m working on making sure it doesn’t take this long to update again.
Chapter 4: Dating
                A week had gone by since Hosea’s visit with Gomer. He hadn’t heard from her so he assumed everything was business as usual. He was just finishing his laundry late one night when he received a text message on his phone.
txt from go-go gomer: minister hosea…u still up?
txt from gods_servant_hosea: yes…doing laundry. everything ok?
go-go gomer: sure. i’m fine. u have plans 2morrow?
gods_servant_hosea: just working at church. why?
go-go gomer: would u like 2 have b’fast in the morn?

Hosea thought about her request.
gods_servant_hosea: i thought i was supposed 2 ask u out?
go-go gomer: lol yeah but i have the morn off
gods_servant_hosea: sure. meet at peter’s?
go-go gomer: ok. 9 a good time?
gods_servant_hosea: good 4 me
go-go gomer: see u in morn
gods_servant_hosea: sleep well & be blessed
go-go gomer: thanks

Hosea felt good about the small conversation they had just had. She rather took the pressure off him by asking for a date first. Or was it a date? Nah, if she had wanted help, she would have said, he thought. On the other hand, if she needed to talk in code to keep it secret… He’d have to wait until the morning to find out.

                The next morning, Hosea’s spirit seemed light and hopeful. He wasn’t sure what to expect, except breakfast. He didn’t think Gomer was ready to make the move yet; they had barely talked about it. However, he was a witness to God moving in mysterious and strange ways. It would great if she was ready and it would be an awesome miracle move of God. He drove to Peter’s hoping for the best.
                Dorcas greeted him as he entered. The place was happy with people, as it always was.
“Good Morning Hosea. How are you?” She asked. He didn’t hear her at first because he was looking for Gomer.
“Uh…oh. I’m sorry Dorcas; I’m a bit distracted this morning. I’m good.”
“Usual table?”
“Not today. I’m meeting someone here.” She looked too and only saw one person who looked like she was waiting for someone but she couldn’t have been waiting for Hosea, she was the whore whose picture was advertised on the billboard a few blocks away.
“No one said they were waiting for you.” Dorcas said. Just then, Hosea spotted her.
“Ah, there she is. She’s over there.” He didn’t see the frown on Dorcas’s face. “Could I please get a cup of coffee when you get a chance?” He asked.
“Yeah, I’ll send someone over in a minute.”
“Thanks Dorcas.” He replied as he headed over to the table. Dorcas made a beeline to Peter. She wasn’t one to really gossip but everyone had been trying to figure out why Gomer was there. Sex Town had everything The City had, except houses of worship. They had grocery stores, a mall, even a hospital. There was no reason for them to come across the tracks.
“She’s having breakfast with Hosea.” She whispered to Peter. He looked up from the list he was making.
“Who’s having breakfast with Hosea?”
“The prostitute, Gomer.” Peter looked in their direction and shrugged his shoulder.
“So?”
“You do know what she does for a living don’t you? Why is he eating with her?”
“You do know what he does for a living don’t you? You should be asking why aren’t there more of them at the table with him.”Dorcas was confused.
“What? Are you living up to your name and your head being hard as a rock?”
“Dorcas,” Peter said in frustration. “He talks to sinners and helps them understand who God is. If they’re talking, maybe she is thinking of leaving the life. In which case I say, it’s a good thing.”
“Well, I’m not serving her.”
“So send someone else to do it. And get back to work so I can get back to work.” He went back to his list as she huffed off.
“Good Morning.” Hosea said to Gomer.
“Hey. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming. Please have a seat.”
“Thanks. Whatever gave you that idea?”
“I thought the stares and glares from the people would make you stay home. God knows, they’ve been making me think I should have never come here.” Hosea looked around.
“Stares? Who’s been staring?”
“Every one in this diner. Some of them have barely touched their food because they keep looking at me. And now that you’re here, it’s probably gonna get worse.”
“Let them look. I was afraid of that too but we have to realize that what goes on at this table or any other time we’re together is between us and not them. But of you’re really uncomfortable, we can go some where else.”
“No, we’re here. Let’s stay. Might make more of a ruckus if we leave.”
“Good, 'cause I’m really hungry and I really like the food here. I’m also really glad to see you.” He blushed a little.
“Yeah, I clean up well huh?” They both chuckled. Just then, a young male waiter came to their table.
“Good Morning. May I take you order?” They looked up and Hosea immediately recognized the young man.
“Hey Daniel, how’s it going?” Hosea asked as they shook hands.
“Pretty good Minister Hosea. Haven’t seen you in a while to tell you my good news; I’m graduating next spring.”
“Congratulations! I’m proud of you Daniel. I really am.”
“Thanks. I don’t know where I’d be if I hadn’t met you and Micah.”
“I take no credit; all the glory goes to God.”
“I hear that. What can I get for you?”
“Coffee for sure for me and the FER. Gomer?”
“I’ll have some coffee too and what’s an FER?”
“Fish, eggs and rice.” Daniel replied as he turned over their coffee cups to fill them. “Salmon, Minster?”
“No, make mine Titus if you have it.”
“I think we do.”
“Maybe I’ll just have eggs, fruit with honey and some bread. Any kind is fine.” Gomer said. Daniel nodded and left to place their orders.
“How have things been since we last talked?” Hosea asked as he sipped his coffee.
“More or less the same. Mike keeps talking about this Pay-Per-View show he wants me to do and I’m not sure I want to.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a one-time live show featuring me. Guys are gonna pay to be there. You know, so much to watch, so much to participate. And he wants various prices for that. I’m not comfortable with it at all.”
“How many guys is he talking about?”
“Well, the current record for watching live in studio is five hundred. The current record for sex live in studio is four-hundred and seventeen in four hours.” She said. Hosea’s mouth dropped.
“You mean that somewhere in this world there is a woman who had sex with four-hundred and seventeen men in one four hour period?!” Gomer nodded as she sweetened her coffee a little more with honey. “Four-hundred and seventeen? That’s ridiculous! How in the world did she make it through it?”
“She almost didn’t. After about man two-hundred and fifty they had to ice her bottom half.”
“She was sitting in a bucket of ice?”
“More like a galvanized tub. You know like a washtub? She was already numb from the sex. Then they had to alternate thirty minutes in and out so she wouldn’t get frostbite.” Hosea was absolutely horrified at this news.
“Gomer, please tell me you’re not seriously considering this?”
“I don’t want to, but Mike is making it seem like I don’t have a choice. And he’s talking about taking money from both sexes so there would be two records to set.”
“Two? I don’t understand.”
“In order for me to break the record of men, I’d have to have sex with at least four-hundred and eighteen. I would be setting the record for sex with women. There isn’t one of those yet.”
“I’m baffled. Sex with the women?”
“It would probably be all oral and toys.” Hosea held up his hands indicating that he had heard enough.
“There’s no way you can do that Gomer. How much damage will that do to your body not to mention your emotional and mental well-being? Mike has gone too far.”
“I’m trying to talk him out of the idea or at least the idea of me doing it. He should let one of the younger girls have a go at it. They want and need that kind of attention and fame. I don’t anymore.”
Daniel came to the table with their food. As he was setting it down and refilling their coffee cups, Hosea reflected on the words Gomer had just said…she didn’t need the fame and attention anymore. Maybe something he’d said did register with her. Maybe she was changing her mind. Maybe.
                They ate their breakfast and continued the conversation with Hosea giving her words of encouragement and answering questions about God. It was moments like these that made him thankful that he took the title of God’s Servant seriously. He could always script out a conversation, but only God absolutely knew what the situation would call for and He always equipped Hosea with what he needed.
“Can I ask you a question? I don’t want to seem like I’m prying or anything.” Gomer asked.
“Sure. Anything.”
“Is Daniel a…did he used to be in the life?” Hosea nodded. “Really? Wow! He’s so young.”
“He is. And he didn’t have a choice. He was sold into sex slavery when he was ten.”
“Ten? That’s horrible! I can’t imagine…”
“Neither could we when he first came to us. He wasn’t the youngest in age though. Daniel was nineteen when we found him. But of all the people we’ve helped, his was the youngest starting age.”
“That’s unbelievable.”
“I can’t lie, he was a mess. He’ll tell you the same thing. He was confused about his sexuality and he was guilt ridden. That was the hardest part for him to overcome.”
“Why did he feel guilty?”
“Sometimes he wasn’t forced to perform the acts he did; he volunteered. At those times, contrary to the law, he says he wasn’t raped. He considered himself a willing participant. And he couldn’t forgive himself for that, for a long time.” Gomer sat in silence, her heart feeling heavy for Daniel. And herself.
“Is that always the hardest part? Forgiving yourself?”
“Yes. But that’s for anybody in any situation. I’ve counseled people who have committed adultery, cheated on their taxes, stolen, murdered someone. They’ve all have problems with forgiving themselves.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“Disappointment. Disappointment in letting others and themselves down. But the best news is that God will forgive you and He will forget it.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that. He doesn’t bring it up. He doesn’t need to. Once you’ve asked for forgiveness and repented of the sin, He forgets all about it.”
“But people bring it up all the time. I’m sure Daniel has run into some people who tease him and say whatever about his past.”
“But you have to remember Gomer, those are people. People are not God.”

                After finishing, Hosea paid. Gomer insisted that she pay her own, but Hosea wouldn’t let her. He was the one pursuing her. He walked her to her car; they shook hands and watched her drive away.

                A few days had passed and Hosea thought he would give Gomer a call to see what her schedule was and if she was available for lunch.
“I can’t do lunch but I have a dinner break between three and five. Are you available then?”
“Yeah, three’s a good time. Will you meet me in the Garden Park? I’ll bring dinner.”
“Sure. I’ll see you then.”
                Hosea was the first to arrive. He anxiously waited, hoping that Gomer didn’t have an appointment that ran late, then looked at his watch and realized that he was early. Oh well, at least he’d have some more time to organize his thoughts. This was a second date for them. They hadn’t really worked out a schedule when they could talk and get to know each other by phone yet. Text messages were an interesting way to communicate. He just knew if she didn’t answer right away that she was working. And she knew if he didn’t answer right away, that he was probably in a meeting, a worship service or counseling someone.
                He saw her getting off at the bus stop. Hosea had never really noticed her features before. Gomer was really pretty. More than pretty…she was beautiful. She had long brown hair that was usually in long, flowing curls. She had a natural blush to her cheeks and a beautiful olive tone to her skin. She was about 5’6, shorter than Hosea was. Her body had a natural bounce to it, which made her curves come alive even more. As Gomer walked, her bosom had a natural sway, as did her hips. Hosea smiled. Her nails were perfectly done, a pretty shade of red. It matched her lipstick. Her brown eye shadow matched her dress, purse and shoes. Gomer had amazing legs. They were muscular but sexy and feminine. He liked what he saw. He had to reel himself in quickly. Calm down Hosea. She’s not your wife yet. He understood men’s attraction to her even more.
                As she approached the park bench, she could see him smiling at her. Her thoughts went back to the day he came to see her. Hosea was quite a handsome man. Why he wasn’t married already, she couldn’t figure out. Oh yeah, that’s right. He’s supposed to marry me, she thought. His dark brown hair was long and just barely below his ears. He wore thin-framed glasses on his nose and behind those lenses were the most caring, compassionate brown eyes she had ever encountered. It made her heart flutter to know that when Hosea’s eyes smiled that she could possibly be the reason.
                He stood up to greet her. His nearly 6 ft. frame seemed relaxed and tense at the same time. He was casually dressed in khaki pants and a light blue button-down shirt, no tie. She now noticed how broad his shoulders were on his slim yet muscular frame.
“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you to take the bus.”
“Yeah, one of the other girls in the house needed to use the car.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good now that I’m getting from fresh air. How about yourself?”
“Awesome. Please have a seat.” Hosea’s hand pointed to the bench. “I brought something light for dinner. I hope that’s ok.”
“Hosea, it’s fine. What did you bring?”
“Turkey and cheese sandwiches from Zeke’s.”
“Great. I love their turkey sandwiches. I always get extra fruit chutney on the side because I always seem to have extra bread so I dip it in there.”
“Good to know.” He handed her a sandwich. “There’s mayo on both. I hope that’s ok. I didn’t even think to ask.”
“It’s fine.”
“And here’s a sweet tea. I hope you like sweet tea. I guess I should have asked about that too.”
“Hosea, don’t worry. It’s fine.” She took a sip of tea. “So how has your day been?”
“Busy. I counseled several people this morning. I assisted in one of the GED classes. I helped prepare for the noon luncheon, and then helped serve and clean up. I did story time in the day care before coming here.” He took a bite of his sandwich.
“So you spend all day at the church?”
“Mostly. There’s always something to do, someone who needs help. Of course we go outside the church and help people too.”
“So if you weren’t at the church all day what would you be doing?” She asked.
“Probably teaching full time at the University.”
“What, teaching Bible Study?” He chuckled.
“Not really; the subjects are more specific. Biblical studies, Biblical history, Prophets and their history, Kings and their history. Since they’re such heavy reading courses, they only teach two classes a semester. Some are considered prerequisites to others. There are graduate courses in those too.” Gomer wiped her mouth.
“Sounds like a lot. I don’t think I’d like grading papers though.”
“Oh, some semesters that’s the best part. I love to see how they express what they’ve learned in class. And I can really tell when they listen and when they don’t. It shows in their papers. If they have no clue of the concept, it jumps right out at me. They’re kind of like lost sheep.”
“I never thought about going to school.”
“You should.”
“I wouldn’t know what to study.”
“What did you always dream of being when you grew up?”
“I always thought nursing was a noble profession.”
“It is.”
“But I don’t think I want that anymore. I don’t think it suits me. I’m not sure what I want.”
“When you’re ready, you’ll know. Sometimes the career chooses you.”
“Is that how you received your calling?”
“Oh yes. God chose me. I never in a million years could have pictured myself doing what I’m doing now. No one in their right mind would choose what we are doing, on purpose. We are laughed at; people cuss us and curse us. Believe it or not there’s a difference.” He took a sip of his tea. “People lie on us, lie to us, and try to lie on the church. They try to scam us and the church. It’s a tough job to listen to God and write a sermon for His people, especially when they don’t want to listen. Sometimes that’s the most difficult part.”
“Talking to people who don’t listen?”
“Yeah. It’s one of the hardest lessons to learn. Sometimes all I hear is crickets instead of ‘Amen’ and responses to the Word. You wonder if it’s your delivery, the word itself, your attitude. It’s rejection of the worse kind. I got so upset once that I wanted to quit.”
“Was it that bad?”
“It was like my words weren’t even reaching their ears to go in one and out the other. I was disgusted. But God had to show me that it’s wasn’t really me they were rejecting, it was Him. Nobody likes to be told they’re doing wrong, whether or not they know it. And sermons do point out a lot of peoples’ sins.”
“Yeah. Is that why it always seems like the preacher it talking directly to me?” Gomer asked.
“Absolutely, however you have to understand that most preachers don’t have a clue about anyone’s problems that they are preaching to. Well, unless that person is in counseling with them. When we come to minister in Sex Town, it’s a little different; we know there is sin. But we really don’t know anything personal that anyone is going through. It’s the Holy Spirit that convicts and makes the person feel that way.”
“That’s a lot of convicting.” Hosea nodded in agreement.
“It’s a lot of work to teach a Bible Study class or prepare a sermon. You have to listen to God and allow Him to minister to you so you can minister to someone else. You have to make sure your scriptural references are correct because God’s word has to be given in the truest form for it to be real and accepted.”
“Doesn’t sound like an easy job. So why do so many claim to want to be preachers?”
“It’s not and anyone who says they are called should prepare themselves for the unexpected. Nothing can prepare you for this. There are some who God has immensely blessed materially and that’s all some preachers think preaching is all about- getting invited to preach here and teach at this conference there and get paid. But it’s not. Preachers are to deliver God’s word whenever, wherever and to whomever. We are to preach even when we know we’re not getting paid. It’s our job. Our reward comes later when we get to heaven with Him.”
“I think about heaven sometimes. Is there a place for me there? With God?”
“Absolutely Gomer! Everyone has a chance to go to heaven. We all decide by our actions and how we live if we really want to go there.”
Gomer was quiet for a few minutes as she contemplated what Hosea had just said to her. It made her feel uncomfortable. Maybe that’s just the Holy Spirit, she thought. At any rate she changed the subject with Hosea and they finished their dinner. When it was time for her to go back, Hosea offered her a ride. She declined.
“I’m good. The bus will be here in a few minutes.”
“Nonsense Gomer. I can take you back to work. It’s not a problem; I don’t mind. Really, I don’t.”
“I don’t want people to think bad things about you.”
“Gomer, I’m over that. We’ve been sitting here in the park, out in the open. What people think is between them and God.” She sighed. “Come on. I’m parked over here.” He presented his arm for her to take. It was a move only a gentleman would make. She reluctantly placed her arm in his and they walked to his car where he opened the passenger door for her. They drove and talked some more. One they arrived at Sex Town she suggested that he let her out at the gate and that she would walk the rest of the way.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be fine.” He shrugged.
“Ok.” Hosea opened his car door and was opening the door for Gomer before she had gathered her things in her hand. He presented his hand to her so he could help her out of the car. She was surprised. He’s treating me like a lady, she thought. No man had ever done that for her. Ever. No one had ever seen her as a lady or expected her to want to be treated as a lady. They probably figured that if she sold her body that she didn’t care; if she treats herself poorly who are we to do different? Gomer was surprised. As he helped her out, she couldn’t help but notice the smile on his face. She chuckled a little bit.
“What’s funny?” He asked.
“Nothing.” She replied. Then she reached up and kissed his cheek. He had a happy but confused smile on his face.
“What’s that for?”
“For being a gentleman and treating me like a lady.”
“Oh.” He said. “I thought that’s what I was supposed to do.”
“No one else has ever done that for me.” At that moment, a few tears fell from her eyes and trickled down her cheeks. “Thank you for being so sweet to me.”
“Every woman should be treated as a lady until she proves to be otherwise.”
“Hosea, you already know what I am, what I do for-” She said looking down and turning her face away from him. Hosea stood in front of her and cupped her cheek. Then he placed his finger under her chin. He lifted her face towards his own and with caring, compassionate brown eyes, kissed her lips. It was a sweet chaste kiss, surprising them both.
“And until you prove to me that you are something else, you are still a lady.” She closed her eyes and let those beautiful, reassuring words echo in her head and heart. “I’m serious Gomer. That’s what you are to me.” She leaned in closer into his embrace and felt that there was hope for them. Hope for her.
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