Chapter 8
With Sister Jonson's sudden case of amnesia gone, Reverent Ron impatiently raced over to her house like a mad man; tooting his car horn angrily to every other motorist who took too long to drive off swiftly from the traffic lights or even make turn a corner!
Finally, making his way to her house, he was out of his vehicle quickly and racing across the street to her front door like there was some form of an emergency!
Banging on her door and calling out repeatedly; "Sister Jonson, Sister Jonson!" as if someone was attacking him or he was in a hurry and needed her to open the swiftly so he could be rescued.
Startlingly, she opened her front door and asked.
"Ronny Boy, what's the matter?"
"Nothing Sister Jonson, I just came to get the check - that donation money!"
Reverent Ron replied catching his breath.
"I see, so what about me?"
"You haven't come to see about me, also?"
Sister Jonson asked frowningly.
Not sure what to answer her, Reverent Ron paused for a brief moment; trying to find the right words to express his not so true, feelings! Fearing, she would get upset and refuse from giving him the money!
"Of course I'm here to see you too!"
"A matter of fact, I was here last night to see you... to spend the rest of my night with you, but, you called the police on me, and told them that you didn't know who I was!"
Reverent Ron expressed.
"I was so terrified, tired, tipsy and also confused! It was long after they had told you to leave the premises that I even realized that that was you!"
The cougher confessed.
She now had invited him to have a seat, sat beside him, and held him with both arms lovingly like she was his burden bearer! Holding him so closely and comfortingly felt very good to him, and it made him wanted to react to her, as if, she was his wife!
"Darling, I really had a bad night because of you! And I only came by to pick up the funds, get it to the bank, head on home and then get some sleep!"
The Preacher Man revealed.
Like a young woman in her prime, Sister Jonson bap her eyes, curled her lips and softly said; "Oh, my darling, I'm so very sorry, but if you are feeling tired and exhausted, you can go and have a shower and get on my bed and get some rest until you are ready to leave for the bank! After all, the bank will not be closing until around five o'clock today! So you still have plenty of time to deposit the check there!" while rubbing his back repeatedly as if to cheer him up.
Reverent Ron's only intention was only to get the money and run, but now, Sister Jonson's feminine hands were all over him redirecting his initial objectives. Moments later, he was standing under her shower fully naked with heavily flowing warm water running from his head to his toes and lathering himself with her sweet-smelling foam and body wash cleansers.
While she went to the kitchen, began brewing up a cup of coffee for him and toasting two slices of bread so he could have a fill before he started his rest.
Soon, they were seated around the kitchen table like they were husband and wife; sipping on coffer and chewing on toast while they chatted about the ups and downs of life and how far the both of them were coming from throughout the years.
He from the streets, drugs, pimping, and now pastoring, even though, he often attended church as a child! And she from one foster home after the other, until, she had finally found her biological father who was loaded with dollars and had decided to pay for her to be in a stable home and receive a college education.
But those early years - those impressionable years of moving from foster home to foster, trickery and also keeping bad company was built into her like a C-Drive memory in a computer! She was just programed to do badness and act wild!
Although, she had obtained a collage education the characteristics of the streets were permanently imbedded into her, even though, she claimed to be a Christian, a regular member at the church, and a participant of almost every aspect of the Heavenly Waters Religious Organization social programs, especially at Christmas and Easter time!
The morning so far was wonderful for the both of them. And right after catching up their stomach with their morning snack, the old-brad and her young-stud were off to her bedroom, where he had her climaxing over and over again, until her skin started glowing as if a lightbulb was turned on under it!
It was finish... they just couldn't go any further, the only thing left for them to get their bodies functioning right, was resting! So for the next two and half hours, Sister Jonson and Reverent Ron just laid there resting until they both had fallen asleep and wasn't awake until minutes after three o'clock!
Remembering what had motived him for being there, Reverent Ron boldly asked!
"My Darling, where is the check?"
"I've got to get it to the bank right now!"
He continued.
Without hesitation, Sister Jonson reached for a folder sitting on her desk in the far corner of her bedroom, opened it, and then handed the paper to Reverent Ron with the sum of two-hundred and fifty-thousand dollars!
Seeing his name and the figures on the slip of paper, Reverent Ron's eyes began dancing and a smile slowly began braking from the corner of his mouth like a happy clown!
Now the lady standing in front of him was no longer an old-lady as he shove the check inside his pocket, lifted her from off the ground and began swirling her around and around as he shouted loudly...
"Thank you very much, my baby!!!"
Holding her closely in his arms, he rocked her back and forth for what seems like hours, as if, they were excited young lovers!
"What would I ever do without you?"
The Preacher Man asked; as he kissed her on the cheeks over and over again and had her completely blushing like a young maiden!
Now, he hastily began putting on his shoes and after doing so; he kissed her on her forehead repeatedly like a father kissing his daughter, he then burst out the words; "I love you!" and began dashing through her front door as he made his way to his vehicle!
Suddenly, he remembered, he had forgotten to asked her how long the check was going to take to clear, and moments later, he was back at her front door banging on it; seeking for the answer he needed!
"Three days... only three days!"
Sister Jonson informed him.
He then was off to his car in lighting speed, again!
Crossing the street making his way to his car, a police cruiser was passing by and one of the police officers inside it saw that it was him leaving the premises of the old lady they had answer to a call from the night before. And so they started blasting their sirens, beckoning him to stop!
"What are you doing here, again?"
One of the officers asked.
"As I told you gentlemen from last night, I had a meeting with my church sister and she invited me here this morning since last night, we didn't get a chance to discuss anything! Because you guys came along, told me to leave the premises, thinking I was about to do some breaking and entering in!"
Reverent Ron explained.
"Stand right there, don't run, or else I'll have to shoot you!"
Another officer commanded while signaling to his partner to go by the front door and call Sister Jonson to come out side and confirm if what he was saying was true!
Immediately, Reverent Ron started seeking for divine intervention; praying that his cougher lady was still in control of her faculties and didn't tell the police officers anything differently from what had really happened!
Opening her door and seeing Reverent Ron with hands up in the air, Sister Jonson began crying and screaming out loudly...
"What have you white devils done with my, Baby!"
"Thank you, Jesus!"
Reverent Ron whispered, while the officers continued to question Sister Jonson if she honestly knew the man standing in front of them!
"Of course, I know him, he is my pastor; he was supposed to be here with me last night, but you guys ran him away claiming that he might be a stalker!"
Sister Jonson shouted.
"Okay Misses Jonson, since you know him that's alright; we are only serving and protecting and making sure that the criminals don't get away with their crimes around here!"
The officer kindly expressed.
With his identity now verified, Reverent Ron was free to go!
Not lingering for another minute, he hopped into his vehicle and sped away from the scene, in anticipation of reaching the bank before the doors closed and delaying his opportunity of making his grand deposit in his bank account!
But, trouble isn't set like rain, or else, he would have patiently waited to deposit his check the following day!
There he goes flying like he had an emergency only to hear sirens blasting at his tail indicating for him to pull over and stop; so the patrol officer could issue him a ticket!
He knew he was speeding, and there was no coming out of this one now!
And when asked by the patrol officer, why was he rushing?
Feeling guilty and somewhat ashamed, he honestly told the officer, that he was hurrying to catch the bank because he had a check he desperately wanted to be deposited in his account because he needed it to be cleared, immediately!
But, the officer only shook his head and smiling said.
"That's good to hear Mr. Miller, because when that checks clears, you will certainly have more than enough money to pay for this ticket!"
Reverent Ron had to pause for a moment before driving off again!
"My goodness, is this man a prophet or a psyche?"
He began asking himself.
Finally, he was in the bank's parking lot and out of his car; and just by minutes, he slipped through the bank doors before they were permanently closed for the day!
Wanting to make sure of when the money would be available to him, he began poking questions at the bank-teller, inquiring about when the hard cold cash would be accessible to him to have and to make withdraws!
And just as Sister Jonson had told him days earlier, it would take three business days before the check would be cleared. So he nicely thanked the teller who had assisted him and went out of the bank door rejoicing that he will soon be a rich man while counting the days from then until the check gets cleared!
It was now late Thursday evening and Reverent Ron wanted to get home and see his wife and children whom he hadn't seen in a few days.
However, he decided on stopping by the church and seeing Brother Steve, so he could tell him to book another flight for him to Jamaica! B ut only that this time around, he wouldn't be using the church money but, such payments should be paid from his credit card account! And another thing, he warned, Brother Steve shouldn't mentioned is wear about... wherever he was going to anybody... this trip was private, personal, and none of church people's business!
Furthermore, even if his wife should ask, his lips were seal to secrecy; not even she must know what his voyage was about this time!
Tired of being slammed verbally and otherwise by the reverent, Brother Steve did as he was told, without even trying to get any insights on this so call big decision his boss, the preacher man was making all on his own.
Reverent Ron was now all hyped and went home to see his wife and children. And in their moment of reminiscing, he mentioned not a word to her or any of his children about his sudden gigantic fortune or his next impending trip back to the island!
However, two days at the house the children were glad to see him and he and them frolicked around the house, shared ice cream together, and every once in a while he had his wife joining them in their moment of playfulness! Undoubtedly, painting a picture of one big happy family with no secrets!
Just like most Sundays, the church building was flooding with people again!
The good, the bad, the ugly were standing amongst each other! And so were the very poor and not so poor church members seeking their deliverance! And certainly, believing that Reverent Ron would help them accomplish it one way or another!
But, today was a much different call to order than ever before as women came inside the church dressed in G-string, fish net stockings and blouses showing their raw nipples and nipple-rings as they mixed with the congregation, as though, everything was under one order and their way of dressing was the norm!
Some had on very short shorts, knee-high boots and jamming to religious music; just like they were go-go dancers!
Brother Steve's sister who looked nothing like him was also among the clique of women who had on attires like they had come to a Halloween party where all the costumes characters were screaming hookers and crazy daisy!
She looked much more masculine than he was and had another woman at her side which she continuously kept on tugging and pulling at; indicating to everyone that she was her gay lover or wife!
Debbie Young as Brother Steve had mentioned her, had come by the church with very good news for her brother. Relating to him that the law-suite he had pending like what seems like forever, was preparing its final arbitration. Therefore, he would soon be back on his feet and handling plenty of Mr. Benjamin's papers known as the mighty dollars!
Immediately, Brother Steve began praying for favor and direction from the savior up above; because he badly needed that money to get himself up out of the Heavenly Waters Church basement!
He wanted to have a place for himself to call home once again!
He wanted someone in his life to love him, some who mattered and who wanted to date him and make a commitment!
And now he decided to put his body through two weeks of praying and fasting in order to achieve what he wanted!
The masses kept on marching into the wide open space of the church auditorium while Reverent Ron sat in his office studying the lesson he was about to preach on with all his ministers and ministers in training surrounding him like he was their grand master.
Forty-five minutes later, he was marching onto the stage with all the ministers trailing behind him; young and old, as if, they were some powerful communist movement and they were his bona-fide collaborators, ready to defend the man of the cloth at any cost!
A quick prayer was said, and soon, Reverent Ron began preaching! Not long after uttering a few words of his sermon, the G-strings wearers, the nipple exposing sisters and the short-shorts wearing devas were running to the alter like their skins were on fire!
Soon they were balling and calling out for Jesus Christ to save them, help them and deliver them from their devious ways and sexual problems! While Reverent Ron held onto his crotch with his bulging penis growing as he shouted into the microphone...
"Lord, I pray that you deliver them from their whorish spirits and fornicating habits, but Lord please, help me with my own problem now; because my manhood can't stop bulging!"
His erection was now fully bulging and obvious to every eye that was wide open and looking in his direction.
"Brother Steve, please come quick!"
The preacher man shouted.
As he gave him the honor to lay hands on the skimpy dressed ladies; declaring that he is a gay man, so their exposing flesh wouldn't actually affect him!
Soaking his hands with Olive Oil, Brother Steve began stretching them towards the crowd while he continuously shouted...
"You demons, get out!!!!"
"Out!!!"
"Out!!!"
"Out!!!"
But, these demons were as stubborn as a mule, because most of these women only began gyrating and brake-dancing to the church music while Brother Steve frustratingly drenched his hands with more and more olive oil and continued yelling...
"Demons, I said out!!!"
"Out, in the name of Jesus Christ!"
"Out!!!!!" "Out!!!!!!" "Out!!!!!!!"
As though, he was spanking an unruly child with his belt!
Meanwhile the criticizers and the gossipers stood to the side of the church building whispering in each other hearings...
"What demons can Brother Steve actually remove from any of these women? When some of these demons inside these people are way more anointed than he could ever be!"
Everyone could see the frustration on Brother Steve's face that this technique wasn't working out for him; no demons were escaping, and not one single soul was experiencing any form of delivering anointing!
They were only dancing to the music, releasing whatever burdens that they were harboring in their souls while rolling over and over on the church floors!
But, Brother Steve really wanted to deliver them... set them free from their demons and bring them to Christ as he was charged to do by the man of the hour, Reverent Ron, the chief pastor ruling over the Heavenly Waters congregation!
Needless-to-say, the bottle of Olive Oil which more than twenty sanctified ministers had prayed over it; wasn't working, leaving Brother Steve with no choice to win souls and in a state of much infuriation!
Forcing him to go by the baptismal pool, gathered some of that so called 'holy-water' which he single-handed brought back to the alter and began pouring it over the heads of the uncontrollable female crowd... a stiff neck set of people who were gyrating at the church alter, as if, they were inside a disco club gallivanting and gadding all about with much frenzy!
But, the water had only sent their minds into another dimension of uproar; believing that the drops of water were some form of blessings sent from heaven.
As they shouted.
"We are in a building, and look, we are wetting and the ceiling is not leaking; this must be a sign from heaven that Jesus Christ is coming back soon, so now, we must prepare to receive him!"
While Reverent Ron stood there, still holding his crotch laughing, and shouting so Brother Steve could hear what he was saying!
"Not every demon is afraid of water!"
All day Sunday, the church party went on and on!
Reverent Ron alone presented all three messages to the congregation every Sunday once he was in the country. And now the seasoned folks were talking... they kept on complaining that the preacher man thinks he is the only one anointed to conduct all three Sunday sermons.
He could clearly see the resentment on some of them while they were seated right in front as he carried out his biblical and spiritual messages to the congregation. But he had already realized that sooner or later, he had to make some changes and let his ministers in training conduct some of the messages on Sundays because it could be very stressful for him and his voice box sometimes!
However, such would never fully happen until he was done setting up himself in Jamaica and buying a house for himself in the States! To him, this was his time now and no one was going to take the microphone out of his hands and have him delaying his plans so they could shine!
It was just after mid-night before the last service was done, so the preacher man went up to his office where he crashed on his day-bed and dreamt about all the money he will soon be having in his hands! Until, he had fallen asleep and wasn't awake again until late Monday morning when the sun was blazing and the air was still chilly!
Around ten o'clock Monday morning, there was soft tapping on the preacher man's office door, by the delicate hands of Brother Steve who came there to give him some insight about his flight to island in the Caribbean!
"Come on in!"
Were the gaugy sounds coming from the preacher man's mouth.
Pushing to door open, Brother Steve found him still lying on his day-bed curled up; with his back turned towards him, not even turning around to acknowledge his presences in the room!
"I'm here to discuss scheduling of your flight to Jamaica!
Brother Steve spoke.
"What about it?"
The preacher man asked, harshly.
"Your flight will be this Friday at 8:00p.m., and you are supposed to be landing there around mid-night. I have booked another, all conclusive flight since you hadn't mentioned to me otherwise! Here, I'm leaving your credit card on your desk and all the other details for your flight!"
Brother Steve informed him before making his way out the room slowly.
Reverent Ron wasn't ready to remove himself from his sleeping spot as yet! He was too consumed with thoughts of the large sum of money, he was waiting on to be raw cash in his hands, and how he intended on spending it!
Two things he knew for sure; he was going to buy property in Jamaica and he was going to be leaving some money with the former sex-workers he had gotten converted and led to the Lord Jesus Christ!
Reverent Ron just couldn't wait for Tuesday evening to come, so he could rush to the bank and withdraw whatever amount he wanted to bring with him to island!
He thought, one-hundred thousand was enough money for him to withdraw from the bank to obtain a piece of property and splurge around as much as he wanted to in the Caribbean country!
Nevertheless, Reverent Ron couldn't arrive at the bank until Wednesday, and early in the morning, he was there at the bank that day Wednesday to cash in! Excitingly, making withdrawals and ordering travelers checks to bring along with him on this very exciting voyage or island trip!
And for the rest of the week, he had all his premeditated dreams, plans, intentions and beautiful visions all stored away in the back of his mind; hoping that soon, he would have the opportunity to execute all of them for many eyes to see!
Whilst, he had never even considered calling the source from where he had gotten all that riches from while she patiently waited in vain for him to come by, give her some insight on all that was happening, especially, since it was now Monday night!
However, Friday was now here and Reverent Ron bags were packed, and certainly, he was very ready to go on his trip to Jamaican island!
Like long distance lovers, longing to behold each other for much missing periods of time, he was nervously excited to be on that plane and get himself landed on the sunny island!
It was just as if, he was having a frat party, holy-ghost party, Halloween party, Christmas party, and his birthday party all rolled up into one big party!
The excitement was too much, he just couldn't contain himself!
He used to be a drug addict, always robbing, grabbing, stealing any cheap stuff he could get his hands on to make a quick buck!
But now, he was excited and getting addicted to the very expensive stuff of life!
Jumping onto planes two or three times for a month was lovely! Staying in fancy hotels and throwing cash at people who were glad to grab it all in the name of Jesus; for him, this was good living!
Right after 7:00p.m., Brother Steve drop off the preacher man at the airport and brought back his vehicle and parked it up at the side of the church so it would be accessible for him to collect him at the airport on his return.
Rubbing his hands momentarily, and anxiously flipping through this magazine and that magazine before boarding his flight to ease his tension he was feeling, but, the pressure and pleasure was just too much!
The Preacher Man was too filled with elation, he just couldn't keep still or shut-up about how good this trip is going to be for him! And at other moments he would just be bursting out...
"Yes lord yes!"
As fellow passengers just stood there, staring and wondering if he was getting mad, or if, he was just blowing off some built-up steam that he had bundled up inside him!
But Reverent Ron cared little about their staring or their complaining, but would just walk up to some of them and started a conversation just to ease his mind from the excitement he was having!
Eight o'clock was now here and it was now time to board the plane! And with his bags over his shoulder, he briskly walked to the entrance of the check in line and handed his ticket to the flight attendant serving in such a process!
As the flight attendant ordered that everyone be seated and buckled up with their seat-belts, Reverent Ron shouted out again;
"Jamaica here I come!!!"
Causing persons to stare at him in amazement and wondered what the hell he was smoking!
Safe flight and safe landing, hours later, and Reverent Ron was traveling and making his way to his hotel room to rest. Especially, since it was already mid-night and he hadn't contacted his taxi driver, Henry, as yet. But, as soon as morning light began shining through his hotel room, Reverent Ron was on the phone calling all the acquaintances he had made friends with the last time he was on the island.
Excitingly, they were all responding and very happy to see him again; hoping, that this time around their time with him would be even more pleasurable and adventurous than the last time around!
Just after Reverent Ron had finish eating, Henry had his vehicle parked at the entrance of the hotel waiting to drive the foreigner over by St. Catherine to see Pastor Matalan and his other friend over there.
Like long last brothers, the two men greeted each other and seconds later, they were in his car driving on the high-ways and by-ways of the town, trying to reach their destination.
Less than an hour later, they were parking up by Mount Olive Pentecostal church gates tooting the car horn trying to get Pastor Matalan's attention. Who was there at the church, readying the surroundings for Sunday morning gospel and holy-ghost services!
Brothers of the cloth, they greeted each other with a long hug and tightly shake hands; as they smiled, looking into each other's eyes for the true bound that had joined them together as one!
"Oh, my brother, it is good to see you again - good to have you on the island with us once more!"
Was Pastor Matalan's exclamation.
"I'm so very delighted to be here once again!"
Reverent Ron joyfully replied.
"And how is your lovely wife and my two, pride and joy?"
Reverent Ron asked proudly.
Scratching his head and looking straight into each other's eyes, Pastor Matalan, try finding words to give a satisfactory reply about the condition of his wife.
In all honesty, he wasn't sure how his wife was doing, since few days after Reverent Ron had left back for foreign, she had hastily packed her things and left the matrimonial home because he had flung her out of the house.
Claiming, she was hindering the progress of the ministry and those were the words of revelation that God had spoken to him by way of the holy-spirit!
Internally, hoping not to be judge or be condemn by the man he now receives as his bosom friend, Pastor Matalan gave him the real low-down of what had really happened.
"My wife is no longer here with me; she has gone back to her family I think, or only God's knows where else, He has led her!"
"The Holy-spirit had spoken to me from that last Sunday that you were here, to get rid of her, but I didn't want to say it out loudly in front the congregation for everyone to hear, and cause her any embarrassment!"
"So, she went packing, and now, ministers in training, Sister Sharon and Nikki are here with me, and they and the ministry is certainly flourishing!"
Came, the shocking but true explanation of Pastor Matalan!
But, Reverent Ron had no intention of judging him and never would either. Because, he knew that he had his own battles fighting, even though, he was carrying the cross and serving as a man of the cloth at the same time!
"If God had told you so my Brother who am I to say otherwise; the church is his business, so only He must know why she should move on from his place of business!"
Reverent Ron replied.
However, Reverent Ron had more important things on his mind and began enquiring from Pastor Matalan on where he could get a piece of land on the island to buy!
Eagerly, he was delighted to help him and invited him to his office where he had tons of papers with reliable realtors in the area where he operated his church.
Finding names of his three most dependable realtors, Pastor Matalan went on the phone and began making calls to enquire about land for the foreigner he now sees has his dear friend.
The second call he made was a successful one, and the realtor was ready to meet with him in the next couple of hours after learning that his potential client was a foreigner; and intended on being on the island for another week and half.
So they had to move very quickly!
Reverent Ron learned from the realtor that it would be best for him to buy land in a developing or partially developed community, because by doing so; he would have easier access of obtaining all the utilities he needed for the building he planned on orchestrating there!
Exactly, an hour later, Mike the realtor was at Mount Olive Church building, shaking hands and getting acquainted with his new client and those in the midst of him!
Minutes later, they were hopping into Henry's car, going to look at various properties; keeping their fingers cross that they would miraculously find the right spot of land!
Driving here and there, and sightseeing almost everywhere as they went along, Reverent Ron saw nothing that grab his spirit or was shouting out to him, "Please invest in me" as they drove on paved roads and unpaved roads in the country sides of the island.
But, the third piece of land Mike brought him to look at, had him smiling, and very anxious to get out of the vehicle and take a keener look at the property! The size of land measured at two acres and all sorts of fruit trees were already planted on it!
A huge water tank was sitting on the property for gathering water during the rainy seasons; so when the drought season came along there would be enough water to feed the vegetation!
Much of the front area of the land was pretty much flat but mid-way leading to the back of the property was sloped so one could see the spectacular city lights at nights in the distance!
This magnificent piece of property was talking to Reverent Ron's mind, heart and soul and he was ready to start processing the paper work to obtain it as his own!
By Monday most of the paper work for the property would be done, thanks to Mike, and within thirty-days, he would have the title in his hands. And that was if, he was willing to collect it at the office or have it mail to him in the States.
Fifty-thousand US dollars, and the lush, green, fruit inhabited, piece of land would belong to the proud owner named Reverent Ronald Brown in a couple of weeks!
And he couldn't wait for Monday morning to come for him to sign the deed application, the sale of contract, and fork over those traveler's checks to Mike Williams the sales assistant of the piece of land!
Feeling satisfied and grateful that such a task had been accomplished, Henry drove the realtor back to the church to collect his car while Reverent Ron and new friend Pastor Matalan celebrated this outstanding achievement of being a property owner in the island of Jamaica!
Upon their return to the Mount Olive Church, Reverent Ron was delighted to see Sharon and Nikki, still standing in the faith and obtaining lessons to be certified ministers of the religious organization!
With much joy, all three greeted each other and was happy to reveal the changes that they were now experiencing; walking as Christians and even overcoming some of the challenges that were rather quite disturbing!
Reverent Ron's presence was there to bless them, and blessing them, he surely did!
Handing over twenty-five thousand dollars to Sharon and the exact same amount to Nikki, and then an additional five-thousand dollars to Pastor Matalan who was abundantly grateful for such wonderful generosity that was blessing him!
And while handing out the large sum of money to the former sex-workers, Reverent Ron instructed them that such amount was enough for them to finish their religious courses and get their lives straightened out.
He really wanted to see them prosper; get their lives in order and promised them that on his return to his homeland, he would have invitation letters written up so they could obtain Visas to travel to the foreign land called America!
That Saturday evening was filled with excitement and celebration, but Reverent Ron had no clue of what was secretly lurking on around him. However, after finish enjoying their moment of merriment, they all promised they will be meeting up for their usual church services come Sunday morning!
After such assurance of everyone being at church Sunday morning, the preacher man left the small gathering; after issuing out hugs and kissed to all his new friends! Before kindly ordering his driver to take him back to his hotel room now which he quickly started the car engine while shouting!
"Come on man, let's go!"
Right throughout his ride back to his hotel room, the preacher man couldn't stop talking about the piece of land he had just bought and began sharing with Henry his vision for the piece of property! Who didn't seem to care much about what he was uttering and kept on nodding his head as he occasionally said! "Yeah man!"
At last, they arrive at the hotel where Reverent Ron generously gave Henry a handsome amount of two-hundred dollars for his day's service. And then suggested to him that he be there at the hotel in the morning to pick him up at nine-thirty sharp!
Happily, Henry drove off playfully tooting his horn, after giving the foreigner his word that he would certainly be there in the morning to get him and bring him to his now favorite destination!
While other visitors to the island were craving to soak up the sun, lying on the white sandy beaches and even have a douse of sex!
Reverent Ron, however, cared for none of that, but his mission was about roaming the night clubs of the city searching for troubled souls to confess Jesus Christ as Lord, and then bring them to the church alter just like he had done with the two sex workers; Bubbles and Cindy.
Needless-to-say, Sunday morning had arrived and just as promised, Henry the taxi driver was parked out front of the Pegasus Hotel, patiently waiting for Reverent Ron to enter his car. So he could drop him off at the house of worship over by St. Catherine.
Just like many Sundays after Reverent Ron's first appearance at the Mount Olive Church, people began swiftly gathering; some to hear the word of God and some were only there for the gossiping!
Reverent Ron arrived around ten-thirty and was very pleased to see the massive turn out of people in the congregation!
And even more pleased, when he saw the two former sex workers sitting up on the rostrum on the left and right hand of Pastor Matalan!
He placed his both hands in both pockets and smiled, as he gentle whispered to himself...
"Nothing with God is impossible!"
Soon, he was seated between two voluptuous ladies, who kept on exchanging words between each other, right in front of him!
An action he had found very disturbing and asked that they be seated next to each other, since their constant whispering and gossiping were very annoying to him and distracting him from the words of the pastor!
But something, they had spoken which did not missed Reverent Ron's hearing; because though they were whispering, they had spoken loud enough for him to hear what they were saying!
And now he began wondering, if what they were saying was actually stemming from a place of truth, or, they were only trying to spread rumors on the pastor and the two former sex workers!
His legs were now crossed over each other and his hands folded across his chest, as he quietly sat there covertly analyzing and contemplating the entire situation; wondering if he should openly bring the matter to the entire congregation, or just shut the hell up!
Nikki red the first morning lesson, Sharon red the second while Pastor Matalan did the third lesson, and as he stood up by the rostrum to read the bible, someone was brave enough, and shouted this outburst!
"Watch this hypocrite saying he is reading God's holy words when he recently threw out his wife of fifteen years and then brought two sex workers to replace her, in his own matrimonial house!"
Eyes began rolling!
Elbows began nudging!
Hands began tapping and throats, suddenly, began clearing!
But, it was Reverent Ron who stood up, address the matter and try putting an end to the nattering and chattering of Pastor Matalan personal life in the congregation!
Bold like a lion, Reverent Ron walked towards the podium and retrieve the microphone from Pastor Matalan's hands and began declaring to the crowd all that he had observe and overheard them saying in the sanctuary!
"I know many of you might not like whatever had been done between Pastor Matalan and his wife, however, if God told him to throw out his wife out their matrimonial house. Because, she was blocking this church from its blessings, then it's not up to you or me to complain about what the Almighty had revealed to him or had told him to do!"
"Therefore, I say to you all brothers and sisters; let the man of God do his duty and leave the judgment in the hands of Almighty! Because, none of you don't see his ex-wife here complaining or declaring him to be a bad man, a phony or a hypocrite!"
"An if his ex-wife should ever step foot in this church again, some of you might be shock or even have an heart attack when she confesses her own secret sins to this congregation, and also, some of her own actions into some of your own lives!"
The church was now turned upside-down!
Persons were now on fire, some began rolling on the floor as if they were in a my-ale while others shouted on the top of their voices...
"Man, you are the one inside here really bringing us the truth!"
Pastor Matalan was now on his feet reaching out to Reverent Ron as he grabbed him tightly in his arms and declared tearfully...
"Man, you are much of a brother and even a greater friend than I thought!"
Sharon, then grab the microphone and began preaching to the riled-up crowd while the audience listened keenly and the entire church shut their mouths!
"Yes, I used to be a sex worker, but, the word says, once I accept Jesus, I'm new creature in Christ!"
"Yes, I used to be a sex worker, but, now, I'm God's favorite daughter!"
"Yes, I use to be a sex worker, and that is my story, but many of you walking in this sanctuary like you're filled with God's glory, but the truth is, no one knows your true story!"
On and on she went on preaching, and had the crowd convicted of their backbiting and shameful whisperings!
Pastor Matalan was shock to see her making such a bold move in front of the entire congregation and also hearing her saying such utterings; like preaching was her real blur-print! And now, he was totally convince that the Almighty really knows what he was doing when he told him to kick the first lady out!
And not having that woman around him who he had given his last name to who only sit on the pulpit as stiff as a board with her head held high, and acting like an aristocrat because she had the title; Mrs. Matalan and First Lady!
Keenly observing Sharon Stone's style of preaching, Reverent Ron gentle nudge his friend in the side, encouraging him to wed the former sex worker; because, with her convincing manner of preaching, she certainly is capable of pushing his ministry forward in the right direction and possible worldwide!
Meanwhile the bold and brazen preacher man kept on shouting "Hallelujah, Hallelujah" to every single word minster in training Sharon Stone was uttering!