Welcome to the Whyte House Family Spoken Novels podcast episode #53. Today we are reading chapter 53 of the novel “…And Family Drama Just Won’t Stop” by Daniel Whyte III with Meriqua Whyte.
“Judge not according to the appearance, but judge righteous judgement.”
Monica had a wonderful time with Sis. Richardson on Wednesday night. She had just as much fun with Tiffany starting Friday night with homemade hamburgers, French fries, and tall glasses of homemade strawberry milkshakes. They stayed up late watching movies. Tiffany ate so much popcorn she thought she would burst. Although there was a single hide- away bed in the bedroom that fitted neatly under Monica’s bed, Tiffany insisted on sleeping with Monica. “I’ve always wanted a big sister. Maybe I’ll be a big sister one day,” she said to Monica.
On Saturday, after a late breakfast of scrambled eggs, sausage patties, fried plantains and baked beans followed by pineapple juice, Monica took Tiffany over to visit Stacy for a while. Stacy was now eight months pregnant. Everyone had received her with open arms at the church, and as she shared with her parents, “I almost lost the two most precious gifts God gave me—my parents and a loving church family.”
“I’ll babysit for you if you have a girl,” offered Tiffany.
“What if it’s a boy?” asked Stacy.
“Well, I guess I can help. But I don’t like boys. They can never sit still.”
After leaving Stacy’s, they went to the public library planning on spending only a couple hours reading. Jonathan surprised them both when he turned up. This stretched their visit out to four hours. “Well, what brings you here?” asked Monica.
“I called your home wanting to take you out for some ice cream sundae or a banana split and your Mom told me you were probably at the library with Tiffany, so I figured it would not do any harm to stop by, especially since I don’t see you as often as I was getting used to and would like to. I hope I did not mess up your plans.”
“Oh, no. Tiffany’s spending the weekend with us. She’s everything you would want in a little sister.”
Grinning, Tiffany asked, “Do you like her?”
“Well, I’m thinking about liking her. What do you think? Should I like her or not?” asked Jonathan winking at her.
“I think you should like her—a lot. I also think you should marry her because she’s nice,” said Tiffany with a firm nod of the head.
“You look so cute when you say that. Why don’t you say it again so Ms. Monica can hear you.” Jonathan had a twinkle in his eyes.
“I sure will. I think you should like Ms. Monica and you should marry her because she is nice.”
Monica could not help but giggle as Jonathan said, “I think she heard you loud and clear, and Tiffany, I will take your advice.”
They took turns reading to Tiffany while exchanging small talk. Monica was glad he came to the library since she missed seeing him daily herself. She wondered what was going through his mind regarding the letter against his father—if he knew anything about it. Before they departed, Jonathan escorted them to the ice cream shop for a treat. Tiffany had a chocolate sundae topped with cherries and mixed nuts. Monica and Jonathan each had a banana split smothered with chocolate fudge. Jonathan had Monica promise that she would be in church on Sunday, saying he missed seeing her on Wednesday night. “You’re going to be in for a real treat,” Jonathan said.
“My Dad’s going to be in church tomorrow too,” said Tiffany quite pleased.
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. Sis. Montague had gotten up early and prepared one of her native dishes: curried chicken with red beans and rice, and cabbage. She also had a roast prepared with dinner rolls and potatoes in case her guests did not like the chicken. For dessert, she prepared apple pie and ice cream.
Pastor Richardson met with the men of the church as usual for prayer. The Reynolds family was in their place as were the other members of the church. The singing was vibrant, the preaching was spirit-filled, and one could sense the godly love and concern among the congregants for each other. The lady in red visited again, turning up late as expected, and insisting on a seat close to the front. Pastor Richardson quickly wrapped up his preaching. Both he and Bro. Montague exchanged knowing looks.
Pastor Richardson did not give his normal altar call, but went right into the situation that needed to be taken care of.
“I’d like for everyone to remain in their seats. Something came up on last Sunday that I’d like to settle today. How many of you received a letter regarding Bro. Reynolds last Sunday?”
About thirty hands went up.
“How many of you did not receive a letter, but heard about the contents of the letter?” More hands went up. “You all are some gossipping people,” said Pastor Richardson with a chuckle. “Any way, I want you to disregard everything you read in that letter. It’s nothing but lies. In fact, the C.M. who wrote that letter has visited us before.”
The lady in red slowly sat erect in her seat.
“Bro. Reynolds, why don’t you come up and tell us the truth about this letter.”
Bro. Reynolds took his position at the podium. The lady in red stared intently at him hoping to catch his eye in an attempt to throw him off; to dissuade him from saying anything against her. Her lips were curled up in a sly smile.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this C.M. who signed this letter, and I used to attend the same church. I won’t disclose the name of the church and neither will I tell you what C.M. stands for.” He cleared his throat before continuing on.
“Anyway, I was on staff there at the church as was C.M. She was always throwing herself at me as she would other men of the church. She was always bringing me coffee and donuts, even though I kept telling her I could bring my own coffee and donuts. My wife makes the best coffee anyway.” A few chuckles could be heard.
“Well, it happened that this C.M. and I were the only ones at the church one morning. C.M. took it upon herself to come into my office with her normal cup of coffee under the pretense of cleaning up, which I did not ask her to do. She proceeded over to my desk, grabbed my arms and almost threw herself on me. Thank God, the secretary had returned then and knocked on my door to let me know she was back. C.M. then raised her voice, saying ‘Leave me alone.’ Her way of appearing to be innocent. The secretary brought in my mail and C.M. proceeded to leave. For the record, after C.M. left, the secretary said to me, ‘Is she causing you any problems, Bro. Reynolds? She is known to cause problems.’”
The lady in red held a tight grip on the back of the pew. She was holding it with such force, her knuckles turned white. She tried little finger signs to get Bro. Reynolds’ attention. But all to no avail.
“The secretary told me she would let C.M. go for the day. She later told me that C.M. told her I had called her into the office and tried to make her sit on my lap. Of course, that was a lie. Some of you may be wondering if I was attracted to C.M. She is an attractive lady, but what made her ugly was the loose way she carried herself. I did not even trust her to be around my two sons. Plus, I am very happy with my own wife. You know Sis. Reynolds for yourself. She’s a very loving person and I’d be a fool to leave her.”
Many ‘Amens’ filled the room at this point.
The lady in red kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Pastor Richardson, glancing in her direction, could tell she was uncomfortable, not knowing what to expect. She kept glancing from side to side.
“C.M. continued to tell others that I called her into the office and tried to get her to do ungodly things. My former pastor could not stop these rumors because it was her word against mine. He thought it best if I left in order to save the church and to protect my family. The Lord opened up the door and I ended up here. As you can tell, this C.M. has followed me here to cause more problems.”
The lady in red eased back into her seat to a more relaxed position. Bro. Reynolds glanced at her; she lightly blew him a kiss. I got something for you, thought Bro. Reynolds.
“After not hearing from C.M. for about nine months, she somehow found out where I was serving and she took it upon herself to try to get in touch with me. Of course, I ignored her and put her off. She turned up here on Sunday in a dress not befitting of a lady who claims to be a Christian. I guess she was still trying to entice me. But I took the Bible literally and veered neither to the left nor to the right and went on home.”
“Amen!” shouted someone. “Leave them types alone!” The church broke out in laughter.
The lady in red was on the edge of her seat. She was embarrassed, not knowing whether or not anyone knew this C.M. was her. She was obviously caught in her own trap and she could slowly feel its grip tightening around her.
“C.M. called me that week to tell me she never gives up. And like a sly snake she lay low for a few days and struck again—in the form of this lying letter which some of you received. By the way, C.M. has returned to the scene of the crime. But because of the God in me, I won’t embarrass her by a direct exposure.”
“She needs to be embarrassed,” said Bro. Harold.
“Yes, Sir,” rippled across the crowd.
It was clear that Bro. Reynolds was having fun. He felt relieved, and felt as if a burden had been lifted to truthfully squelch the lie that could destroy him and his family. He signalled for Pastor to take over.
“I personally know Bro. Reynolds’ former pastor. I discussed this C.M. matter with him,” Pastor Richardson said. “He told me that she is spoiled and wants her own way; she is loose and hits on just about every man who comes her way. He also told me that he and his wife have had to talk with her a number of times. She did not change, and just this past week, he told me he had to let her go. Her husband had to divorce her because he could not control her. Folks, this is God’s church, and under my leadership, I will stop every devil who tries to come through here.”
“Amens,” could be heard all over the building. “How do we know this C.M. lady is not telling the truth?” shouted someone.
“Bro. Reynolds’ testimony speaks for itself,” answered Pastor Richardson. “Now for those of you who plan on spreading these lies, I invite you to leave right now and don’t come back. We’re going to vote right now. Those who say we keep the Reynolds family on board respond with a hearty ‘Amen, Preacher’.”
The lady in red could not restrain herself any longer, she snapped out of her seat and stomped out the building in anger and shame. “I refuse to take this anymore,” she kept muttering to herself. “Have a great day,” said Jonathan as she breezed past him at the door. “Humph!” was her response as she rolled her eyes. Jonathan tried his best not to laugh. He gave his Dad the thumbs up sign. Pastor and Bro. Reynolds high-fived each other. The Reynolds family was once again received with hugs and “We love you.”
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Now, dear listener, please know that God—the divine Author of all things—wants to write a great story with your life as well. But first you must give Him the pen by trusting Him with the life He gave you and surrendering your heart to Jesus Christ as Savior. Here is how:
1. Accept the fact that you are a sinner, and that you have broken God’s law. The Bible says in Ecclesiastes 7:20: “For there is not a just man upon earth that doeth good, and sinneth not.” Romans 3:23 reads: “For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.”
2. Accept the fact that there is a penalty for sin. The Bible states in Romans 6:23: “For the wages of sin is death…”
3. Accept the fact that you are on the road to hell. Jesus Christ said in Matthew 10:28: “And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.” The Bible says in Revelation 21:8: “But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.”
4. Accept the fact that you cannot do anything to save yourself! The Bible states in Ephesians 2: 8, 9: “For by grace are ye saved through faith: and that not of yourselves: it is a gift of God. Not of works, lest any man should boast.”
5. Accept the fact that God loves you more than you love yourself, and that He wants to save you from hell. Jesus Christ said in John 3:16, “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”
6. With these facts in mind, please repent of your sins, believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and pray and ask Him to come into your heart and save you this very moment. The Bible states in the book of Romans 10:9, 13: “That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised Him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”
“For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
Dear friend, if you are willing to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation, please pray with me this simple prayer: Heavenly Father, I realize that I am a sinner and that I have done some bad things in my life. For Jesus Christ sake, please forgive me of my sins. I now believe with all of my heart that Jesus Christ died for me, was buried, and rose again. Lord Jesus, please come into my heart and save my soul and change my life today. Amen.
If you believed in your heart that Jesus Christ died on the cross, was buried, and rose again, allow me to say, congratulations on doing the most important thing in life and that is accepting Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour! For more information to help you grow in your newfound faith in Christ, go to Gospel Light Society.com and read “What To Do After You Enter Through the Door”. Jesus Christ said in John 10:9, “I am the door: by me if any man enter in, he shall be saved, and shall go in and out, and find pasture.”
May God bless you until next time.