Who's Going to Protect Me?... The Preacher's Kid

By Rachelle Jones

Sit back and buckle up for the roller-coaster ride Pastor Rachelle Jones takes you on of her life growing up as the middle daughter of pastors in the heart of Cleveland, OH, during the eighties in this telling personal memoir, Who is Going to Protect Me? . . . The Preacher's Kid. Your emotions are certain to run the gamut as she shares intimate details about the effects of feeling ostracized, bullied, and the pain of heartbreak. She reveals the struggle to overcome these obstacles and more, as she matured into womanhood. She comes to learn that even though life does not always unfold as expected, God and His perfect plan are at work for a greater purpose even when it does not feel as if He is near. With a vulnerable honesty, Pastor Jones's story is encouraging, proving that the hardest tragedies can be overcome and God' glory can be revealed despite any present misfortune. This intimate autobiographical account is positive proof that it is possible to overcome the harshest calamities, experience divine emotional healing, and see God's plan advance, giving us a heart to help others in need of the same.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644586105

Rachelle Jones

Rachelle Jones is an Oklahoma native, who grew up in the scenic, rural paradise of the Prairie State. She and her husband enjoy Oklahoma’s small-town life with their twin boys. An English major, she has always had a love for painting a picture with words. Creating authentic characters that compel you to fall in love is her passion. Deadly Treasures is the first in her Deadly Treasure series. Look for the story to continue with these hot, sexy men in Deadly Treasure: Second Chances, Deadly Treasure: What are the Chances, Deadly Treasure: Last Chance, and Deadly Treasure: Out of Luck.

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Who's Going to Protect Me?... The Preacher's Kid

Rachelle Jones

Copyright © 2019 by Rachelle Jones

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

This book is dedicated to the first man I ever loved, Bishop Bill McKinney. You taught me about life, love, and ministry. You are forever in my heart and mind. Ten years later and you are still so very missed. I wish you were here to see all that your family has accomplished. I will always love you, Daddy.

Foreword

Can you imagine that everyone at the ball thought Cinderella had it all together? However, that night was not at all the reality of the majority of her experience. They saw the gown, the shoes, the pearls on her neck, the incredible style of her hair, and, of course, the exuberant class of her persona.

They were enthralled with the grace of her dance and the attention she garnered. They were fascinated by her gift and deceived by her glory. At that moment, she was not the rejected, dejected girl enslaved by her family. That moment did not display the disdain associated to her person.

However, that night was not at all reflective of the reality she lived—rejected by her family, disdained by her stepmom, scoffed at by her neighbors, fthe ball.

She was faced with two realities that served oxymoronic to the destiny she was presently walking out, though it was filled with disdain, degradation, doubt, and hopelessness.

This dichotomy of dual reality often dissuades us from having the confidence we need to move forward. One reality says defeat, while a greater reality speaks victory. Your body will scream sick, but the greater reality speaks healed. The circumstance of your birth will aim to keep you hidden in a field with your daddy’s sheep, yet you hear your name being called to be a king.

So for Cinderella, who was going to notice her beauty? Identify her courage? Who was there to respect her class through rejection? If we updated the story, we’d have to consider the possibility of her being molested by a family member, mishandled, or maybe even given as a sex slave to friends of the family.

She, like King David and so many others, was not scheduled for victory on man’s calendar. In fact, she would probably be the one for whom they prepared a bed in a whorehouse or a shopping cart for a drugged out streetwalker marked by hell for destruction, chosen by God for the palace.

It’s rightly recorded that the thief comes for three reasons, distinct in purpose yet dimensionally progressive. I believe that dimensional progression can and is aimed to trigger perpetual dismay and generational degradation.

Here’s what I mean.

So John 10:10 starts as follows, The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. It is clearly saying the thief will not come unless it can still, kill, and destroy. When speaking dimensionally, we understand that it’s not one of the three but all of the three in progression. I, therefore, need you to keep this in mind as we explore some depth of each of these three individually.

One of the worse kinds of theft is identity theft. In this fascinating and eye-opening book, the author gives a clear approach on how the thief methodically begins its approach.

If your identity is stolen, it will kill your credibility (credit-ability) and destroy your authentic ability to move confidently in your purpose for living. This process is progressive.

When the thief comes, we must keep in mind that it’s not necessarily for us individually. He’s coming to devastate the DNA of whoever he can attack. Stealing your identity and killing your credibility not only affects you, it also aims its destruction at your seed. This progression is meant to be generationally efficacious because when you lose identity, it’s hard to give identity.

Some years ago, my identity was stolen. They accessed my information, assumed my identity, and utilized my credibility. It gave them passage to my accounts and all that my good name had acquired. For months and often to this very day, I am hindered from forward purchasing power until proper perspective is given to my identity.

The forces that I believe to be behind identity theft is seduction, molestation, and/or rape. Do not simply see this in terms of the physical act but it is often subtle in its actions, especially in today’s fascination with our continual on the go ability to be entertained, trained, and influenced by our devices and social media.

Our young girls are constantly being seduced by media to present their bodies as a tool for relationship security. The young boys are being trained that they should treat our young ladies as toys to satisfy their premature sexual urges.

Our kids are being molested in schools daily by the books and materials presented to them regarding sexuality, image, and mind-set. Pornography, as of a 2015 report, had 5.79 teen-related searches per second and 1.34 searches per second for child porn.

Never before in the history of telecommunications media in the United States has so much indecent (and obscene) material been so easily accessible by so many minors in so many American homes with so few restrictions (U.S. Department of Justice).

This translates to the direct activity of physical abuse (male and female) to our children, young adults, and adults. It also brings immediate confusion to one’s sexuality, and this isn’t a statement exclusive to homosexuality.

If your identity is disturbed, your purpose is compromised.

In this writing, you will discover how there was a well-orchestrated systematic approach to take the identity of a chosen vessel using tactics of sexuality, lack of confidence, and intimidation. You will further see how, when one fights for their purpose, they can maintain their identity and lock out the thief.

Pastor Rachelle McKinney Jones does something in this book that very few are willing to do. She opens up in high degrees of vulnerability and tells her story without vitriolic intent or selfish motive. She clearly aims to walk others through the same exit that was made available to her.

Cinderella did not realize that her deliverance was coming through baring her foot off the slipper that hid her emotional and mental scars. Those shoes did not carry a fungus, they covered the feet of rejection and provided protection, yet she had to bare herself of the one slipper or else the promise of redirection could not locate her.

Thomas of the scriptures came to Jesus (Yahusha) and said, You’re going to have to let me see your hands where the nails were and let me put my hand in the side of Jesus. In other words, Show me some wounds and scars before I believe it’s you, and the Bible says that Jesus did just that.

So you don’t think freedom and deliverance are impossible, huh? Maybe you think that no one can relate to what you’ve gone through. Better yet, you think no one can relate to your battle to regain identity, credibility, and authenticity, and that you just have to live with this poisoning of your DNA. You are wrong!

Rachelle is about to make available to you the proof of her wounds while she stands as a witness of the power of God of a restored identity. This book is going to bless you, your family, and your friends.

Although she may not have the same story as yours, you will find the points of relating. What we all will find is that it’s the same diabolical tactic Satan used in trying to obtain the identity of Jesus in Luke 4.

You’re not going to want to put it down until you are finished, and I guarantee, your life will be changed. Your resource for deliverance, liberation, and breakthrough is presently in your hand. Blessings!

B. Dwayne Hardin

Acknowledgments

I first thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Without Him, I know I would be a mess. I’m so in love with you, Lord. Thank you for being God. I give you all of me forever.

There are so many people that have been a blessing to me throughout my life. I love and appreciate everyone in my life, past and present, that had a hand in my growth and maturing process. I want to thank all of you.

A special thank you to my real-life hero, my mom—Bishop Shirley A. McKinney. You are such a strong woman. I love you so much. Thank you for loving and caring for me always. You are a true mother to so many. After all you have endured, you still share a smile with everyone. Your prayers reach heaven every time and the anointing on your life has blessed many. I want to be just like you when I grow up.

To all six of my siblings, Kimberly, John, David, Stephen, Stacey, and Sharon, their spouses, and children. My life would not be complete without you. I love and need all of you. That goes for all my family, too—McKinney/Worship/Jones, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

To my Christian Fellowship Center church family, you guys have been my lifeline, my rock, my encouragement, and so much more. Thank you for all you do. You are some of the greatest members a pastor could ever have. I love you all. Thank you for loving and praying for me.

Bishop Wade and Mrs. Alta Jones, my mom and dad. You are two of the most loving, giving, and praying people. Thank you for always being there for your grandchild and me. Your love has carried me through some difficult times. I love and honor you both.

Apostle B. Dwayne Hardin, thank you for the foreword, the title, and for being a great friend. You stepped up when others did not or would not. I am forever grateful.

Pastor Amelia Williams, thank you. The two years I lived with you while attending Rhema helped mold me into the woman I am today. I love you and Theo with all my heart.

To every pastor, teacher, prophet, and evangelist that has ever spoken a rhema word into my life, thank you.

Bishop J. D. Ellis, II, my spiritual father and covering. I love you to life. Thank you for being my dad. You, too, are an inspiration to many.

Bishop David and Pastor Tia Maldonado, my best friends. Thank you for being my friends, family, confidantes, encouragers, and so much more. You believed in me when no one else did. I love you both.

And to my only child, Tyler E. You have been my one ray of sunshine for twenty-three years. I have always and will always love you. Thank you for your patience, love, and understanding. You push me to be great. Your life saved my life. My life is full of love and happiness because of you.

Introduction

Do fairy tales really come true? Do knights in shining armor really exist? How about Prince Charming? Who is he, really? I mean, these are things we grew up believing in, hoping one day it would be a reality in our lives. Has anyone ever seen a house on a hill with a white picket fence and a family with a dog living happily ever after inside with no problems or issues? Is this a reality? Did we become brainwashed as kids into believing these things could happen? Were we fooled into believing these things were waiting for us once we grew up? All we had to do was grow up and become an adult and, poof, we are happy, rich, and in love. Sad to say, this never happened for me and a lot of the people I grew up with. None of these things magically appeared in my life when I became an adult. We never went back and challenged those who filled our heads with these lies. Why not? Prince Charming never came to my hood. Did he not get the memo that I was waiting for him? Did he lose my address? Is he still out there somewhere on his horse riding around, looking for me? Or is it that he just simply does not exist?

I love to watch Disney movies and read fairy tale books. They are good, but for entertainment purposes only. Somewhere growing up, a lot of little girls had their heads filled with the possibility that it can leave the movie screens or jump out of the pages of a book and become a part of their lives. The Prince or the Fairy Godmother has never shown up in their lives. It is possible that this reality can make or break a person. It can damage their way of thinking or how they view life. It can create false hopes. Yet generation after generation, this is being repeated.

Kids are being damaged into thinking something is wrong with them because they do not have what they see people on TV having. The fairy tale never became a reality for them. Their lives are far from a story in a book. They have a lot of things missing or lacking in their lives, families, and homes—one-parent homes and, for some, no parents at all. Kids are being raised by grandparents that are tired or maybe even elderly. No one is asking the kid how they feel or seeking to find out how the parents’ wrong decisions have affected them. Yet the expectations we place on them are far greater than what they can achieve.

Let us talk reality for a moment. Do not condemn me or throw the book away already. We get so spiritual that we forget we are flesh and blood creatures. Come down out of the clouds for a moment and hear me with your heart. I was this kid! Our schools and orphanages are filled with these kids. I will go as far as to say our churches are filled with these kids. Listen, preachers, you just preaching to them is not going to fix their issues or problems.