Free Men After God's Own Heart by Dijorn Moss Page A

pressure of a multimillion-dollar contract got to him. In those moments Quincy found solace in the bottle. For the last 211 days, Quincy had found strength in God and in a support system that included Karen and his three brothers of the Gospels. Quincy had seen the results that his faith could produce. He had ridden out the recession virtually unscathed, and to God be the glory.
    Quincy had come to the realization that Karen would never be able to understand why he was so embattled and so bitter. It was not a simple case of a disappointed father whose daughter had gotten pregnant and thus had put her plans for world conquest on permanent hold. It was more of a revelation that Quincy had fallen victim to the playboy theory. The theory was that if a guy was a player, then when he became a father, he would automatically have a daughter. That way he would be condemned to spend the rest of his life fending off cold-blooded players like himself who had their eyes on his daughter.
    There was a knocked at the door. Quincy knew it was his daughter because she always gave three quick knocks on the door.
    â€œEnter!” Quincy said.
    Sasha opened the door with a solemn look on her face. “Daddy, I know you’re disappointed.” Sasha took a seat on Quincy’s lap like she was a little girl.
    â€œYou need to expand your vocabulary. I was disappointed when you quit the varsity basketball team. I was disappointed when you forgot my birthday. Honey, I’m furious!”
    â€œI made a mistake. You and Mom have made mistakes as well,” Sasha said.
    â€œYour mother and I have made some mistakes, but we are adults, and so are you. Just because we were going through things does not give you the right to get pregnant,” Quincy snapped.
    â€œIt was stupid, Dad. I get it. But didn’t you do stupid things in college that you later regretted?”
    Quincy thought about the time when he and his friends used to randomly steal the Bob’s Big Boy statue and place it on people’s front lawns. He thought back to the time he took a job as a door-to-door knives salesman, which lasted all of two days. He thought about those things before he responded to Sasha.
    â€œYes, I’ve done some stupid things, but none of them were life altering, like what you have done.”
    Sasha’s only response was a shamefully bowed head and a slump of the shoulders. Quincy could not let her off that easy. She had to understand the repercussions of her actions. She needed to know what she had lost and what still could be gained.
    â€œI mean, I’m not trying to be funny or nothing, but didn’t you and your mother have a talk about your womanhood and how precious it is?”
    â€œShe did have the talk with me, but I think it would’ve been better if you’d done it.”
    â€œI don’t know about that. All I would’ve said is, ‘Don’t march your soldier into battle without a helmet. ’” Quincy shrugged his shoulders.
    â€œDaddy, I need you by my side. I don’t know if I can do this without you and Mom.”
    â€œWhat you need is the Lord. I’m by your side, princess. Your mother and I both are, but I’ve seen God do some amazing things. I’ve seen Him turn the most undesired situation into a blessing.”
    A knock on the door interrupted their father-daughter moment. It was Karen. She always knocked on the door like a woodpecker before entering. She must’ve figured that the several knocks gave someone ample enough time to brace themselves for her entry.
    â€œSasha, there’s some guy downstairs that’s here to see you,” Karen said.
    â€œA guy downstairs?” Quincy’s stomach turned into another knot. “What guy?” Quincy’s head made a sharp turn, and he stared at Sasha.
    â€œMy boyfriend, Dwight. I flew him down here to meet you guys,” Sasha explained.
    Quincy wished that his daughter’s boyfriend was