Chapter 5

Sunday had almost come to an end and so was the Sunday morning service at Mount Olive Pentecostal Church over in St. Catherine!

Many groups were being formed covertly chatting about the decision their very respect man of god was making; but Reverent Ron in due diligence found it fit to address the congregation, advising them that they should now respect and take care of their two new pastors. Because they are the ones who were going to be lifting the church higher than it has ever been before.

He further went on to assure the crowd that Sharon Stone and Nikki Clark were going to receive the proper pastoral training and license necessary to carry out their duties as pastors.

And pretty soon, they will not be only preaching on this pulpit, but he was also going to make sure that they travel abroad and be on the best of rostrums; telling others about the wonderful works of the Most-high God and what he has done for them.

Joyfully, many persons cheered on his message while some frowned with folded hands and a very jealous demeanor; unhappy that the pastoral mantle had just been trusted into the hands of the former sex workers.

Still standing in front of the church audience, Reverent Ron called Nikki and Sharon to stand with him on the podium.

He then went inside his wallet and equally handed them whatever US dollars he had in his wallet only spearing himself enough money for his driver Henry and something to hold his pocket until he return home to the States.

Grateful for his generosity, both ladies graciously thanked him as he firmly advice that this sum of money should keep them for a while, therefore, they shouldn't be tempted by the devil's tricks. And then wonder back on the dance floor because they were so desperate for food or money!

Now, there were thunderous applauses emanating from the congregation and all those persons who couldn't find a dime for their tithes and offering, were digging inside their pockets and purses searching to find that extra dollar; so they could bring it to the feet of Reverent Ron and the new pastors in training.

As the people brought to the church alter whatever money they had in their pockets, Reverent Ron knelt down on the floor and collected all that was there and then placed into one of the offering baskets. Which he later graced it and gave it his blessings and then handed it over to his two prodigies, Sharon Stone and Nikki Clark!

Seeing this gesture of love and charity, the crowd somehow sensed that they too were taking part into something phenomenal and miraculous, and again they applauded, even louder and with great passion as Reverent Ron hugged both ladies and spoke positively into their lives.

But, the sad news was about to come now; so after asking the ladies to return to their seats, Reverent Ron broke the sad news that he was leaving... returning home to his country, the USA!

Many were sad to hear of his going, especially, Pastor Matalan whose church he had turn from a drag and boring place, to a lively and fiery worshiping spot!

However, Reverent Ron thanked the congregation for showing him such loving and warm hospitality during his short visit with them and undoubtedly promising them that he would return there to worship and visit with them again, probably, sooner than they were all anticipating.

Reaching the ending of his speech, Reverent Ron went throughout the audience and greeted almost everyone, kissing, hugging and shaking hands with as many people as he possible could, before giving his final good-bye to the entire congregation.

Minutes later, he was calling out for Henry his taxi driver to bring him back to the hotel so he could get some rest and start packing up his things for his flight the following day.

But, Henry was nowhere to be found!

He had gone into the town to do a little hustling; trying to make some extra dollars since he considered parking at the church waiting there for the preacher man was absolutely waste of his time. And also him losing out on the opportunity to make some extra money.

However, Reverent Ron's wait wasn't too long, since Henry returned shortly to the church location after seeing many persons in the town whose faces he recalled seeing amongst the Mont Olive congregation.

Arriving at the church which was now quite scanty, Henry began tooting his horn trying to get the preacher man's attention, and minutes later, Reverent Ron came rushing through the front door asking.

"Where have you been man?"

"I thought you had abandoned me once again and there wasn't anyone around here instigating a war or shooting bullets!"

Reverent Ron continued on!

"I apologized about that man, but I just can't hang around here waiting for you to done your preaching! Because I and I; have to make myself a living!"

Henry explained.

"But right now everything cool, so hop on in, so let me step on the gas and take you back to your hotel room, seen!"

Henry suggested.

Minutes later, the preacher man and the two pastors in training were seated comfortable in Henry's car and making their way back to the city of Kingston to be dropped off wherever he had taken them up from.

Nikki and Sharon were the ones to be let off first, and again, Reverent Ron hugged on them, loaded them with multiple kisses. Before exchanging contact information that were available while making promises that he would be coming back to the island to see them, very, very soon!

"Make sure that you pack up your stuff, get rid of all those sex toys you have in your houses and return to the church and sit under Pastor Matalan so you both can get your ministries off the ground!"

Reverent Ron instructed sternly while blowing them kisses as Henry drove away from their gate tooting his car horn.

Similar to Nikki and Sharon, once arriving at the hotel, Reverent Ron embraced his driver Henry and exchange his contacts with him. Hoping that he will be available to drive him to the places he needed to go while on his trip to the island the second time around.

Once again, Henry apologized for the misfortune he had experience at the night club causing him to be physically scared and taking off and leaving him there. Hoping, that he wouldn't harbor any form of indifference between them after his departure from off the island.

The both men then shook hands after Reverent Ron withdrew from his wallet two-hundred dollars and handed it to Henry, as they wave their last good-byes!

Moments later, the weary preacher man was in the hotel's eatery feeding his face before heading to his room, getting under the shower and neatly packing away his belonging. So his transition from the hotel to the airport would run over smoothly for everyone involved, especially the bus driver who was precise about his time.

All alone in his hotel room, reflecting on his trip, Reverent Ron concluded that he did have a marvelous time on the island and also a glorious experience at Mount Olive Church, even though, he was mobbed and beaten by a group of people he addressed as Satan confederates!

Bright and early Monday morning, Reverent Ron was up and ready for his 10:00 a.m., flight back to the USA where he had every intention about boasting about his missionary trip on the sunny Island of Jamaica!

Reaching home to Texas, Reverent Ron was happy to be on the soil of his homeland once again. And in no time, he would be falling back into his routine of preaching the gospel; three different services on Sundays and then bible studies every Wednesday nights!

To him, there wasn't anything adventurous about his routine, except for the occasional preaching at different churches whenever he was invited to so.

But, little did he know that there was something stirring and waiting for him in his own congregation!

He was happy to see Brother Steve who had come to pick him up at the airport, and then bring him back to the church. While he gave him updated him with all the new information and happenings at the church while he was away.

Greeting Reverent Ron at the Airport, Brother Steve couldn't help but to notice the scars and bandage at the dead center of the preacher man's forehead!

Being such a sensitive man and overpowered with emotions. Brother Steve couldn't help himself but to start crying and behaving, as though, he was Reverent Ron's mother!

"Reverent Ron, what in heaven's name have they done to you down in Jamaica?"

"You are not going back down there, even if, they are giving away precious gold down there, or it's the landing ground for Jesus Christ when he comes!"

Brother Steve proclaimed, as he tenderly held the preacher man's face in his hands, and softly rubbed his cheeks comfortingly!

Somewhat irritated by his actions, Reverent Ron barked.

"That's enough with your motherly affections!"

As he slapped away Brother Steve's girlish looking hands from his swollen and much bruised face and entered the car!

Driving home from the Airport, Brother Steve reported to him that the Sunday offering was very good, and the State officials came by inspecting the premises of the church and found minimal violations that needed to be fixed before the end of the month. Or else, services had to be postpone until they were corrected and up to the legal coding of the States.

One Sister Brown was in the hospital and was requesting for Reverent Ron to come and see her for prayers, before she dropped out from the scenery of the living!

Overwhelmed with all the burdensome news, Reverent Ron shouted!

"Brother Steve, is there any good news to tell me?"

"Has any of my members won the lottery, has anybody had a baby or proposing to have a big wedding, so I can eat some wedding cake and christen some babies!"

"And any of those old tea-bags offered to pay for the violations that needs to be fix in the church... tell me, what's exciting around here?"

The preacher man continued to investigate.

"Well first, your wife got back her driver's license on Friday!"

"I accompanied her to the supermarket after eight Saturday night and all your children are quite happy and healthy, and misses you!"

Brother Steve reported nervously.

"Finally, there is a little good news to my hearing!"

Reverent Ron mumbled underneath his breath.

"I ask you, to tell me about some good news and you reporting to me about my family situation like these are not things I know or expected hear already!"

Reverent Ron barked, before slamming shut, the doors to his vehicle and hurrying to the basement of the church to greet everyone that was there expecting to see him come in!

Those happy to see him ran into his arms and offered him a haughty welcome back while others stood on the sidelines observing his tan, the scars on his skin, and criticizing his seemingly boyish and witty appearance.

But, Reverent Ron was all about business now!

There was no time for skylarking around!

Immediately, he was on the phone trying to reach out to some of the senior members to have them contribute some funds to correct the violations on the building that the State was proclaiming needed fixing!

When he was unable to get through to some of them, he handed over the task to Brother Steve hoping that he would somehow convince them to fork out the funds, so the work could be done on the church building as soon as possible!

He then began reaching out to the junior ministers, asking them to go by the hospital, visit the sick, pray with them and attend to any other needs they might have or need addressing.

At last, he was at home, pulling up into his own driveway and being received by his screaming children who drop whatever they were doing and rush to the door to embrace him and just love on him!

Seconds later, his wife stepped from out the shower with a large white towel rapped around her breast and slowly walked towards him with a smile on her face and slightly pecked him on the lips.

She didn't seemed surprised that he had returned home with a busted lip; because Brother Steve had already her called her on the phone to fill her in about the scars he had returned home with.

"What happened to your face, down in Jamaica?"

Tamara asked without much concern in her voice.

Without getting into too many details about his injuries, Reverent Ron simply expressed to her that Satan confederates had attack him for ministering the word of God to them.

Dinner time was already passed, so Tamara asked her husband if he wanted her to fix him a plate which he accepted, but had barely finished. Because he spent most of his time telling her that he had a wonderful time in Jamaica and had intentions of going back there as soon as possibly!

It was a statement which had made his wife frowned in suspicion; anticipating that he had met some other woman down there, or even back there in the States. Who had drawn his interest to the island which is known for its white sand, sexy ladies, and sunny days!

Feeling that her husband might be having an affair, Tamara began arguing about him staying close to home and do his preaching.

"There are fifty-two States in this country where you can freely go and bring souls to Christ; so I don't see why you should take up yourself and be constantly going to that island for your 'so called' evangelizing assignments!"

Reverent Ron's wife argued.

"Because I'm drawn to be there just like how you said you were drawn to marry me! Well, that's the same way I'm feeling right now... drawn to be there!"

Reverent Ron responded harshly.

Not in the mood to argue with his wife about his decision, Reverent Ron walked to the bathroom got undressed and went to stand under the shower until the stress and tension from his body had subsided!

Out of the shower, completely naked, he entered his bedroom only to find his wife on their bed with her legs spread apart, demanding that he made love to her right away!

She figured, if he rejected her, then he had been sleeping with another woman!

But this was something which he would never deny her of!

He loved making love to her!

It was one of the things in their marriage that always pulled them closer together in bad times and good!

Tamara always felt, if he should ever disregard her or refused her in their bedroom, then their marriage was over. And as tired and as bruised as he was, Reverent Ron went on to perform... kissing his wife, nibbling on her flesh and caressing her in all the right places on her body!

Minutes later, he entered her and began thrusting and stroking her vigorously as he possible could; just so he could satisfy her! Only to have her letting out sounds declaring or indicating that she had been unfaithful to him!

It wasn't what she wanted but, he had gone so long at times leaving a gap in her sexual desire for him!

Her eyes closed, gently caressing his back while he tried entering her, she loudly spoke!

"Steve, please don't try and get me pregnant again!"

Oops!!!

The news came exactly from the horse's mouth!

But, Tamara didn't get the reaction she was expecting to get, or anyone else in such a position would have expected to get either!

Reverent Ron continued stroking and poking and doing his husbandly duties like he didn't hear a word she had said out of her mouth!

He now began groping and fondling her, became very acrobatic like he was in competition with Brother Steve for his own wife!

Both reaching their peak, pinnacle and precious points of pleasant pleasure, Reverent Ron left the room for a moment, and shortly returned with a glass of water in his hands and then sat beside his beautiful wife and asked!

"You have been fantasying about being with Brother Steve, my assistant, during my absences from home?"

Tamara kept silent, reflecting on what he had just said to her!

She now thought, he hadn't heard her well enough!

For a moment, she laid there like a stone trying to come up with the right words to answer his question, but she felt such would be unwise!

Not sure, if he was only trying to trick her!

Trying to get his wife attention, he then began stroking her legs with the ice-cold glass of ice water!

"What do you mean by me fantasying about him?"

Tamara finally spoke.

"Do you want to pleasure him in bed... make love to him, shack up with him somewhere; have sex with him anywhere?"

Reverent Ron asked outlining every possible definition or scenarios for her to be clear about what he was asking her.

But instead of giving him an ultimate answer, his wife threw the sheets to the side, leaped from the bed and rushed to the shower where she began pondering over what had just been revealed between her and her husband. Although, many in their church community had already professed such to be true for a very long time.

Needless-to-say, Reverent Ron wouldn't allow the topic to die around his house, daily he kept on badgering his wife about wanting to be with Brother Steve a member of his church and one of his closes right-hand man in the congregation!

But, did he already knew the truth and was purposely turning a blind eye and a deaf ear?

There last child had bright blue eyes just like Brother Steve's eyes; and neither he or his wife Tamara had blues eyes, or knew of a single soul among their distant relatives who was carrying that blue-eye gene!

However, Reverent Ron proudly acknowledged the blue-eye boy as his own and wouldn't be told differently by anyone!

Early Tuesday morning, Reverent Ron's phone rang!

It was Brother Steve on the other end of the line calling; informing him that he had good news from some of the elders of the church.

They all had accumulated the financial resources needed to correct the violations pointed out by the inspectors working for the States. And some were willing to do the constructions themselves since some of them were good at it since they had been working in that profession for many years.

Nervously, Tamara stood by the phone during the entire conversation between her husband and Brother Steve.

She thought her husband was going to attack him on the phone but, he said not a word about the topic of her wanting him or him wanting her.

Upholding his title as a man of the cloth, he outwardly said;

"Thanks to God, they have come through and decided to do the task themselves... we now have one problem off our hands!"

"Brother Steve, is there anything else?"

Reverent Ron inquired.

"No Reverent Ron!"

Brother Steve responded.

"I only wanted to update you on the goings on, especially since the State is involved."

Brother Steve prolonged.

"Okay Steve, thanks for the update, and if anything else pops up; please give me a buss; but if its bad news handle it yourself!"

Reverent Ron said forcefully.

"I certainly will, Reverent Ron!"

Brother Steve replied after pausing for a brief moment

With those final words spoken both men disconnected from their phones and carried on with their routines as usual.

Tamara became even more nervous, because her husband hadn't let his suspicions be known to his secret rival, Brother Steve!

"What is he thinking?"

"What is he planning on doing?"

Where the questions Tamara asked herself.

She now had a keen eye on her husband and began playing detective at every move he made!

However, the entire church was fully pack on Wednesday might for Bible Study session, because many persons had turned out to see the witty and untraditional preacher man!

He had been gone from them over a week and those who loved him and missed him came out in droves to mingle with him and hear the words he planned on preaching to them. Excitingly, the vibrant crowd blasted the church hall with dancing and singing as they declared themselves to be worshipping the Lord!

It was a fiery jubilation!

A striking hot revival!

People were moving in one accord to the rhythm of the music while bodies were shaking like it was a Caribbean carnival in session!

Some were keenly waiting just to see the man of the hour while the drug sellers were passing about their bags of weed and collecting those mighty dollars!

The basement was crowded with children whose parent, thought it best that they stayed in the basement of the church, knowing that their tiny bodies could never manage the massive audience bumping and grinding in the church auditorium!

Many came expecting a miracle of some kind or the other!

Others only wanted prayers while some wanted a dab of that anointing olive oil on their foreheads or wherever on their bodies that were aching!

And just after 8:00 p.m. the man of the hour walked onto the rostrum; shouting viciously into the microphone repeatedly...

"Hallelujah!!!!"

"Make some noise unto the Lord, if you know the Lord has been good to you this day, this week, this month or this year!"

Which many responded by shouting energetically and mightily unto the Lord, even though, their bank books were completely dry, they were out of jobs, living in a shelter and seeking housing in the church building, and their children were also quite unruly to them!

Regardless of what was going on in their lives, they were happy to be in the house of the Lord where the thorn and the wheat, the lawful and the unlawful, the sinner and the saint were rubbing shoulder to shoulder together in one accord, and no one there in the church was casting any judgment upon them!

Even though, it was supposed to be a night of Bible Study session, Reverent Ron turned not one single page of the Bible, but instead, he went about brandishing the crowd with his trip to Jamaica! He went on to tell them about the awesome time he had there, although, he had been badly beaten and could have lost his life there; saving souls!

Intently, the crowd listened to his story and those in the audience who had originated from the island, jeered and gave round of applause as he spoke about his adventurous experience on the island and how much he had enjoyed himself!

He now began a trip delegation right in the church, suggesting for others to join him in travelling to the island on his next trip to perform evangelical and missionary work there.

Many had their hands up; ready and willing to partake in Reverent Ron's missionary vision!

And seeing the multitudes who were grasping to his apostolic vision, he directed them to give their names and numbers to Brothers Steve to be contacted later. Whenever it was nearing the time for him to pay another visit to Jamaica.

Reverent Ron was now delighted about his vision and bragged to the audience about how he was well received at Mont Olive Church and how he singlehandedly got two sex workers out of the night club and was transforming their lives into being full-time pastors.

Almost one and a half hour of time was dedicated to him bragging about his trip to Jamaica and now that he was done boasting about his voyage, he quickly said a prayer, and then hurried through the side door of the church building.

Meanwhile, the drummers began pounding on the drums, the music began playing and the riled up crowd continued on with their bumping and grinding in the extremely congested church hall, as if, they were in a night club or at a dance hall!

For hours, the holy-ghost party went on with the audience dancing and gyrating about in the church while spiff puffers lit up their rolls and let the smoke from the herb penetrate throughout the building!

The devil was having a grand party into what was supposed to be the house of the Lord; where some persons opinion.

And the galantine and merriment wasn't over until midnight causing many to make their beds inside the church building for the rest of the night!

After leaving his Wednesday night meeting, no one from the church had ever heard from Reverent Ron again, until he showed up to do his preaching, bright and early Sunday morning!