This all happened way back around 1980, at a time when my parents were just getting a divorce and things were kind of strained. I was a pre-teen youth, and spent most of my time being shuffled between both of them. My father was going to many different churches, trying to get back on his feet, and chanced upon a church that ended up being somewhat different than the others. I will not mention names, but suffice to say, it was not your standard church.
I moved in with my Dad, and started tagging along with him. No big deal. Up until this point, our family had never really gone to anything like this except when my Mom drug us to a local Baptist church for about a month, before we could not take it any longer. They didn't really want us there either, if I remember correctly. To make a long story short, this place was very different than what I was used to. I didn't think much of it at the time, but I do now, having my eyes opened a bit by experience. This place was the first place I ever heard anyone refer to "God" as Mother.
Mrs. Davis was their "Minister" for lack of a better term. However, she was more like a mother. This was totally new to me. I had never seen anything like it. Knowing what I now know, I can tell you she was no "Minister"(Maybe, if a "Minister" rode a broom). This was back in the socially repressed early Reagan years, and that sort of thing was frowned upon. Most anyone who did anything like that was usually pretty well incognito. It is not so much the case anymore, with many millions claiming this sort of thing openly nowadays.
There were other things about Mrs. Davis that stick out in my mind. She was always perfect. She looked perfect. She acted perfect. And everything always seemed to go her way. Even if it didn't go her way, she always benefitted from it. She would also give you anything you asked for, no matter how crazy. She also always seemed to know exactly what you were going to say, and had the perfect response every time. She was far different from the average "humanity" which she seemed to "mother" over. She was also a very supportive person for me, in many different ways, in some cases, doing things for me my own family would not do. She was a very unusual lady, and spread much peace and happiness amongst those who knew her.
To this day, I find myself trying to be more like the qualities I remember her having. She made much of the old stories of "Masters" returning to teach the students when they were ready. My meeting her at the point I did was very influential on me, and I would have turned out very different had it not happened. I will always remember her and other like her. She was the first in a long string of similar persons, which seem to come along at certain points where I seem to need them. Yeah, it's hokey, but so is the world.
I wish you luck Mrs. Davis.