Pastor! Pastor!
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If that loud, raucous music comes into our church, you can kiss out tithes and offerings goodbye, preacher . . . Were outta here. Bert Davenport is amendable to change that could put a stop to his members exiting rather than entering the sanctuary. But his calling to preach the Word remains firmly ensconced in his psyche. Come hell or high water until God tells him otherwise, Berts going to preach salvation. The churchs function on earth, he intones over and over, is to teach men principles that help them live profitable on earth and prepare them to meet their Maker when their time comes. The fissure widens and gets ugly. Davenport finds himself facing expulsion from his church via a court civil suit. The pressure intensifies; innuendoes and accusations increase. When Berts job-like situation becomes intolerable. God steps in with his miracle.
Katie S Watson
Pastor, Pastor is Katies 8th book. Born Catherine Scott McNeill in Glasgow, Scotland. She was eight years old when she, with her parents, and her siblings immigrated to the United States. She was brought up in Detroit, Michigan and graduated from Northwestern High School in 1935, with a summa cum laude. Catherine met and married Gilbert Hinton Watson in 1939. Seven children were born to this union. She turned 100 in 2017. Catherine (Katie S Watson) entered Eastern Michigan University as a 51 year old freshman. She earned a B.S. degree in education and a MS degree in Library Science. She then worked in the Detroit Public School system until retiring with Gilbert to South Carolina. She worked as a homebound teacher for the South Carolina Board of education for several years before she fully retired. She still conducts and teaches a bible study in her home which see leads and prepares lesson handouts. Her books are written in the Christian genre. Gilbert her husband entered a theological seminary in Ft. Worth, Texas. Their combined ministry focused on started churches in Texas, Colorado, Nebraska, Wyoming, Arizona, Missouri and Michigan. Gilbert passed away in 1992.
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Pastor! Pastor! - Katie S Watson
Pastor! Pastor!
Katie S. Watson
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CONTENTS
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Epilogue
DEDICATION
au%20photo_pass.jpgDedicated with love to the memory of Rev. Gilbert Hinton Watson; passing from this life to glory, May 13, 1992. Sorely missed by wife, Katie; his 7 children; 20 grandchildren; 30 great grandchildren.
‘God testifying of his gifts; and by it he being dead yet speaketh.’ Hebrews 11:4
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Pandora’s box of memories, shadowy detritus of your lives. Glimpses of your early years, our love, our joy, our strife.
When loneliness pursues me, I root among its fold. Reliving ancient moments, walking lanes of tales retold.
Awesome God!
The gift of recollection, resurrection of pleasures old. Will one day be redundant, as we walk those streets of gold.
Love, Katie
au%20photo.jpgRev. Gilbert Hinton Watson
Departed in this life
May 13, 1992
Sorely missed by his wife, 5 sons and 2 daughters
It won’t be long; it cannot be
The signs are everywhere
Of the soon returning King of Kings
And his meeting in the air.
I’ll know you then, though it’s been
Year; Since last I saw your face.
We’ll join the soaring saints of God
Singing Amazing, Amazing Grace.
Katie
Dedicated to:
Grandchildren: Faith, Timothy G. II, Danny, Jeannie, Phillip II, Alex, Scott, Neil, Stephanie, Cameron, Hamilton, Grayson, April, Ashley, Jack Phillip, Mark II,Valerie, Cathy, Stephen, Timothy, A,
Great Grand Children: Timothy C, Trevor, Brittany, Trey, Katlyn, Cara, William, Maggie, Mollie, Alison, Gretchen, Robert, Alex, Andrew, Aiden, Maureen, Greyson, Gentry, Gaia, Ocean, Sarah, Jennifer, Katie, Moira, Hannah, Hallie, Sawyer, Kamryn Natalie
and my 1st Great, Great Grand Child Almetta Faith
Indebted to the following:
image1.jpeg_PASS.jpgAlicia , for her untiring help in putting Pastor-Pastor with her computer knowledge, proof reading and content consistency
image2.jpeg_PASS.jpgNick and Beverley: For the Video Eye
Mary and Becky, my daughters for their encouragement and help
44160.pngCarrie, my granddaughter in law for her excellent editing
image5.jpeg_PASS.jpgThomas, my son for artwork
image6%20copy.jpgPhil and Maureen, Son and daughter- in- law for handling the submission of the book
image7.jpeg_PASS.jpgGreat-Great Granddaughter, Great Grandchildren, Grandchildren & Children
image1.jpgimage2.jpgimage4.jpgimage3.jpgCHAPTER ONE
Ring, ring!
Three a.m.? This has to be serious, he surmised, reaching for his bedside phone. Pastor Davenport here. Who is call….
Pastor! Pastor! Ed’s got a gun, locked himself in the bathroom, and threatening to commit suicide.
Have you called 911, Molly?
Silence. Well, no. I’d rather keep it quiet, Pastor. Ed’ll be real, real embarrassed when he comes to his senses, if I call anyone but you.
Mmmm,
sighed Pastor Robert Davenport; Bert to all who felt comfortable using that moniker. Does he say why he wants to commit suicide…this time, Molly?
Heavy sighing from the other end of the line. Well, yeah; says the Spirit’s left him and he’s depressed. Wants to end it all…find out where his soul’s gonna end up. He’s real, real confused, Pastor, real, real confused.
Sigh.
I’m on my way, Molly. Tell him to wait till I get there before he pulls the trigger, so I can pray for his departing soul.
A sigh of relief found its way to Davenport’s ears as he shook his head wearily.
Thanks, Pastor. I knew I could count on you. You’ve got the patience of Job.
Yeah, thought Bert Davenport, pulling his trousers over his pajama bottoms. And it’s about time I got around to preaching that old Job was anything but patient; anyone reading past chapter three finds that out. Bert was arguing with himself as he headed for the Brown’s domicile. Hopefully, he grinned mischievously, Ed stays in the bathroom till their kids wake up and need to use the toilet. That’ll get him movin’ on out.
Cracked cups sat on the kitchen table waiting for Molly Brown to pour in delicious smelling coffee. Ed, a lump of a man, hair and stubble prematurely gray, sat head in hands, elbows resting on the wooden table. Lisa, their 16-year-old, had awakened, pounded on the bathroom door demanding entrance. Daddy, if I don’t get in, I’ll embarrass myself in the hall.
Hearing the cry of his oldest child was all it took to get Ed, and his empty gun, out of the bathroom.
Dunno what came over me, Bert. Could chalk it up to stress at work…the talk ’bout layoffs, or could’ve been feeling helpless trying to keep up with the needs of the kids. You know…shoes, coats; winter comin’ on. I dunno, something snapped when the word got round the plant today that the oldest guys were gonna get the axe first. Where am I gonna find work at my age these days?
He looked over at Bert for answers.
Davenport looked at the big, rough, gnarled hands that’d worked for years in a lumber yard; pity mixed with compassion swept over the pastor. What had he to offer that would mitigate these concerns? Nothing concrete. His specialty was solving problems of the Spirit, relying on promises in the Bible. But there were times when a man needed to SEE—not just HOPE—that things would change. He left reverie to listen to what Ed was saying.
But, Pastor, I shoulda known better than to scare Molly like that.
He reached over and patted his wife’s hand. Molly smiled weakly at her husband; the scare was gone, but concern lingered on.
Life’s tough,
agreed Bert, searching desperately for the right words. But, hey, you’re part of our church family. We won’t see your family go without. You know that, Ed.
Yeah, I know Bert, but I never was one to have my hand out; always did the best I could for me and mine.
Bert nodded, but also knew the workers in the church pantry and clothes closet were always on the lookout for Ed’s kids. They didn’t make a song and dance of the church’s help, especially knowing Ed’s makeup. The pastor sat back on the wooden chair and cleared his throat. You know Ed, it’s times like these that I’d like to be able to part the waters. But being human, that’s not going to happen. Miracles are God’s department. If I could, I’d have the president of your company write a personal letter guaranteeing you a job there for life.
Ed looked up and grinned. Yeah, I hear you Bert. That would be nice, not to have to worry about my job.
A shift in mood was all Bert needed to don his pastor hat. Yeah, Ed,
he said solemnly. Then you could leave God out of the job picture; not need His help? But me, Ed, I need God’s help in everything connected with my life.
He took a sip of Molly Brown’s delicious coffee and continued. I get flummoxed, Ed, when my people are in deep trouble and look to me to drum up answers. Like now, I shouldn’t be wasting my gray cells worrying about your situation. I should be praying to God to wake you up, remind you that He knows your situation and He is already working on it. Right now, you’re worried about your job, right?
Ed nodded. Have you gotten a pink slip telling you you’re going to be laid off?
Well, no…but the guys round me got info from somebody with connections, that layoffs are in the works. They’re all scared like me.
OK, OK. I get it. But Ed, ’till you actually are pink slipped, it’s only a rumor. Right?
Well. Yeah…I guess….
So you want to cash in on life on a rumor?
Ed was silent, took a gulp of coffee, held up the cup to Molly and grinned at Bert. Kinda stupid, right Bert?
You got it! So let’s pray that it doesn’t happen, and if it does, God has another job out there with your name on it. OK?
Ed grinned sheepishly and nodded.
Let’s pray,
said a relieved Rev. Davenport. Dear God, give us the faith to believe that what we deem impossible, you’re already working out for our good. Help us to take courage from the words of the Psalmist who proclaimed, ‘What time I am afraid I will trust in Thee.’ Help Ed to take comfort in the knowledge that You are in control of every aspect of his life. You know the needs of his family, know his concern for their welfare as head of the house. Help him to turn to You rather than to fear when he gets anxious. In Jesus’ name we pray. Amen.
You know Ed, all of us at one time or another, forget that God owns the cattle on a thousand hills, the wealth in every mine. We forget God’s provisions for His children are limitless. His concern, unfathomable. We might not be able to see the money in the bank, but when we need it, God’s going to be there supplying it in His own unique way.
You’re a good man, Bert Davenport,
said a tearful Ed Brown, wiping his eyes with his large paw. We’re lucky to have you for our preacher.
Molly refilled their mugs with hot coffee. Bert held his out to Ed, the cups meeting in midair. Here’s to a better future,
said the Rev. Robert Davenport as they clinked coffee cups.
Ed beamed and Molly Brown wiped away tears and said, Amen.
Ed saw him to the door, paused, and put his big calloused hand on Bert’s shoulder. You’re one in a million Pastor, you’ve seen us through thick and thin. God bless you and keep you with us till God calls you home.
Bert reflected on the longevity inference, and wondered if he were ready to stay or ready to go…and from whence? On the way home he remembered conversations he and Jenny had had about the Brown menagerie
as some parishioners uncharitably dubbed the family. Molly’s like a deck of cards with a couple cards missing,
Bert said jokingly to Jenny one time. You’re right dear,
Jenny retorted. But if Molly weren’t a bit thick she just might be the queen of clubs rather than the queen of hearts she is now.
Good analogy,
Bert had said, remembering his late wife’s portrait of Molly Brown, as he entered his driveway.
Jenny had made sure the women working in the church’s Clothes Closet kept Molly Brown’s kids in mind, especially at the change of seasons. They were family, regulars in church and Sunday school; not like some who showed up for a handout but never darkened the church door till another crisis arose. Bert turned restlessly in bed, thinking of the evening with the Browns. He was seldom called on for counseling these days. Traditional or historical Christianity was slowly being replaced with the social gospel mystique. Psychiatrists and psychologists were replacing pastoral counseling. The church no longer set the standard for moral conduct; liberalism set the tone instead.
CHAPTER TWO
The office door slammed as the indignant chairman of the board of deacons made his exit from the pastor’s study. Bert watched Bob go; rigid back, outrage following in his wake. What was going on? Billingsly had always consulted him before launching anything that involved the pulpit. I’m getting too old for surprises, Bob…well intentioned or not. Maybe I’m too territorial. But if I’m not careful, goodness knows who or what could pop up behind the pulpit one Sunday morning.
Bert leaned his head back on the headrest of his brown leather chair, and swung from side to side, thinking, wondering, and second guessing. Had he been too harsh with his deacon? He reasoned aloud to himself. Maybe I’ve run my course; maybe it’s time for me to get out of Dodge…let the church get a preacher who’s comfortable with new ideologies and 21st century lifestyle. But I can’t cut tradition and historical facts from my sermons. One day I’ll stand before God to give an account of my stewardship. How do you think God will respond to my plea? ‘God, I couldn’t tell them about Jesus and the Cross; it was too bloody and offensive for millennial ears.’
Bert argued with himself; the Spirit never gave him a pass to disregard his oath of fidelity to God to preach the gospel of salvation to the multitude. Everyone died; everyone would stand before their Maker. He was tired, disillusioned; the drumbeat to change church services from traditional to contemporary, progressive, was cropping up more and more. The head deacon had caught him off guard. His eyes rested on the silver framed portrait of Jenny. He bent forward, picked up the frame, and sighed heavily. Honey, I could sure use your wisdom right now. We’re going for a split; I’m glad you’re not around to fret over it.
A gentle knock rescued him from maudlin melancholia.
Come in.
Alice Morgan, secretary, office manager, and factotum of every wish from pastor to congregation, entered, carrying a tray with coffee and a muffin on a plate. She put it on his desk and remarked, Thought you might need this, Pastor…after Bob.
Bert grinned. Yeah, Alice, right as usual. Get yourself a coffee, we need to talk.
She left and returned with coffee and a napkin carrying a muffin, and sat across from him, sipping coffee and waiting.
Alice was every wife’s dream of a perfect secretary. Alice was colorless, bulky, unattractive. Wives lost no sleep over hankie pankie at the office once they met Alice. She wore no makeup, had hair the color of mud, cut as if by garden shears, that covered forehead to eyebrows. Her clothes hung like sackcloth on a shapeless body. Horned-rimmed glasses hid most of her face. In a church setting, she added nothing to office gossip. The preacher and his secretary? Are you blind? Nothing there for any guy to lust after, let alone our preacher.
Robert Davenport stopped enjoying his muffin and remarked, You know what Bob was here about?
Alice nodded. Oh yes, he ran it past me before coming in to see you. The deacons have invited a Dr. Reginald Faulkner to speak to our congregation three weeks from Sunday morning. Did you know about this, Pastor?
Bert took a gulp of coffee, swallowed it, and put down his cup hard and shook his head. That’s the rub, Alice. They invite this important guy, move me from my pulpit to a front row pew, without so much as a ‘by your leave, Pastor.’ Maybe I’m too possessive of my pulpit, but after standing behind it for over 18 years, I kinda thought I had first dibs on who stood behind it. Maybe possession isn’t nine-tenths of the law for pulpits anymore.
Bert resumed eating his muffin and drinking coffee. Suddenly he began to laugh. Alice, I told him to call the deacon board, arrange to meet in my office at 7 p.m. tomorrow night. Then we could discuss this up-and-coming event in detail.
He grinned at her. Alice waited for his humor to subside.
Bert smiled, mischief in his eyes. "Alice, the deacons are good men…well, some I’d rather see the whites of their eyes than turn my back on. But they’ve never put a meeting together from scratch. I’m betting they’re going to be in shock when I list the things they’ll have to do to get Dr. Faulkner’s meeting off the ground. Too many liberal-minded people have a propensity for dreaming up great ideas, then assigning the carrying out of those brilliant plans to underlings. Of course they take credit for the finished product, if it’s a success. Verbiage to liberals is all that’s necessary; it’s always someone else that does the real work.
"The deacons see this event as the beginning of a great revival in our church. And, it may well be…but the onus of responsibility for getting this grand event off the ground, is going to be strictly theirs. It’s their baby and they’ll have to feed and change it as needed.
I sound childish and uncharitable Alice, but this schism could have been avoided if the matter had been handled according to our church law. The pastor has control of the pulpit—until they vote him out of office. Which may be their intent,
he added, tongue in cheek. Bert shrugged; Alice winced at his words. She was aware of such gossip floating around the church.
I would probably have acquiesced to their request to invite this speaker, whom they feel the congregation will greatly benefit from his message. And in spite of my pique, I want Dr. Faulkner to be given the respect due him. My conscience would haunt me if I didn’t pray for the meeting to be a success. I regret I will not have an opportunity to meet him before he preaches; apparently he will arrive in Safe Haven early Sunday morning. I’d like to hear his take on what is happening in mainline churches today; that’s his area of expertise.
Bert finished his coffee, sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was tired, physically and mentally. His gut was in knots. There was something more involved than hearing an evangelist give a speech on changes going on in traditional churches. The church gossips were shouting from the housetops, Isn’t it time we changed pastors?
Anything I can do, Pastor?
Alice’s voice brought him back from his meanderings.
Sorry, I didn’t mean to ignore your presence, but yeah there is. I want your advice. Should we serve coffee tomorrow night?
Alice thought of the time when, as office manager, she’d taken care of details related to office conferences. She shook her head. Inasmuch as disagreements could arise, serving coffee could be seen as placating ruffled feathers. So, no, I wouldn’t serve coffee. Under convivial circumstances, yes, we’d serve coffee.
Bert looked at her and nodded. Never thought coffee could be viewed as a weakness, but you’re right. Now, should we ask the congregation to bring food for a potluck meal after the morning service, for Faulkner?
She demurred a bit longer then shook her head. We had a potluck dinner three weeks ago. Potlucks can become tedious. People might stay home if they resent bringing another covered dish.
You amaze me, Alice. I believe Jenny would have given me the same advice. Remind me to tell John Folk to add a bit to your salary.
Alice colored and shook her head. And Alice,
he went on, I want Treasurer Folk there when I raise the question of an honorarium. See how that plays out in Peoria.
He grinned at her; she grinned back, and nodded.
Bert looked at his watch: 5:45. Hey, time we got outta here; sorry I kept you so long.
No matter, I’ve nothing planned.
Alice gathered the cups and food detritus and headed for the door.
Alice,
Bert said suddenly. How about us grabbing a bite to eat? Could be I’ve forgotten something about tomorrow night. We could meet at Charlie’s if that’s OK with you.
Alice knew it was just a casual invitation but she was thrilled at the thought of eating in a restaurant with Bert. She’d been in love with him since watching the tender care he’d given his dying wife. He had joked with Jennie, carried her when she could no longer walk, teased her into eating just a morsel. Alice dreaded the thought that he might find out her feelings for him. If that happened she knew she’d have to find other employment. Yes, Charlie’s is fine. I’ll see you there.
Awkwardness sat in the booth between them. Casual morning coffee claques in Bert’s office were missing, replaced with a search for something to focus on. Bert was acutely aware of the tension. Alice found it difficult to look over at him. A