In Church

By Karen A. Perkins

As a former dealer herself, she purposely distributed cocaine to those who were involved in the community and business every day and did not want to be known as a drug user. Her job was to deliberately put drugs into the hands of selected types of users and collect money from the hands of well-know people. As a drug user, she found it entertaining watching others; it was easy to observe the habits of users as she worked the circle and business of drugs.

When clergy who were drug users crossed her path, they were noticed immediately. As they hollered sermons and passed out in the pulpit, sometimes they were high and had been drinking, and enjoyed the attention.

Pastor Alfred's death was a direct result of his dealing and use of the drug cocaine in several different styles and ways for decades. With church as the scenery behind the main business of drugs, church was perceived as the framework. He was apparent in producing his weekly paycheck and becoming his own best customer.

They hired this particular secretary three times, fired her twice and then she quit, after winning a lawsuit for defamation of character. After becoming fully aware she was of no help to this church, she quit, nonetheless she continually gave praise the LORD.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9781098089931

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In Church

Karen A. Perkins

ISBN 978-1-0980-8992-4 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-0980-8993-1 (digital)

Copyright © 2024 by Karen A. Perkins

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

The End

Chapter 2

Interview #1

Chapter 3

A Church Life

Chapter 4

What is SIN?

Chapter 5

The Purpose of Church

Chapter 6

The Power of Prayer

Chapter 7

Testing GOD

Chapter 8

Intro to Cocaine—In Church

Chapter 9

Termination #1

Chapter 10

Starting Over

Chapter 11

Interview #2

Chapter 12

The Return of Crack—In Church

Chapter 13

Termination #2

Chapter 14

His Final Message

Conclusion

About the Author

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**This book is of realistic fiction**

All Scriptures, unless otherwise stated, are taken from the King James Version of the Holy Bible.

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To my children, family, friends, and to all those who donated and purchased this book—thank you.

It is my hope that you genuinely enjoy this encounter.

Romans 12:2 states, Do not be conformed to this world, But be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

To Jamilah A. Perkins, Mitchell, and Sailee.

We Miss You!

Very, Very, Very, Very Much

Chapter 1

The End

It is summertime and hot as hell in this cemetery. The cemetery workers are lowering Rev. Dr. King Alfred McCain's casket into the ground and placing the vault on top. During this COVID-19 pandemic, no one can come close to the casket until after the dirt has been laid over the vault and the casket flower had been placed. There is uncontrollable and intense crying and hollering by his wife, his children, his family, his followers, his co-workers, and his friends. Even his former employer, his current employees, and a few unknown guests all have sad faces and some shed tears. It is sad to see the reverend leave this world in this disturbing manner. His death is shocking, suspicious, and hard to believe. With all of the troubles he has had, he was still a good man, a God-fearing man, and a good preacher.

Ecclesiastes 7:8 states, "Better is the end of a thing than the beginning thereof: and the patient in spirit is better than the proud in spirit."

He had the powerful effectiveness and capability of playing several roles—as a good attorney, an intelligent man. He had good, persuasive qualities and power. He knew all the right things to say and when to say them. Like everybody else, he had his faults. His main mistake was that he was involved in drugs. He indulged in drugs in many ways. He stepped from small time to big time quickly. He used the church as his cover up. At times, he appeared to be a gangster, at times an attorney, at times a reverend. He was a husband, father, leader, teacher, boss, and friend. He even participated in the mob. He was a character with many backgrounds, and he played each role well.

When I got the first phone call and found out he was dead, I laughed. I had told no one I saw him die. I laughed so they wouldn't know I knew he was dead. Then the police knocked on my door and asked me to come and identify his body at the church because his wife was incompetent and in substandard shape. She was overwhelmed, was drinking, and was high, so I went with the officer to identify him. Yes, it was him, and yes, he was dead.

Attending the Reverend Alfred's funeral were priests, bishops, elders, pastors, ministers, members, and many others from all over the country and from all across town—the mayor, judges, lawyers, political officials, policemen, firemen, teachers, those in charge of organizations, university students, children, addicts, drug dealers, and some mob members also attended. He was very well-known.

All who had heard of his death were shocked and frightened. Most were afraid thinking if it could happen to him inside the church, then it could happen to anyone. Most people did not know his real story. I knew his story because I used to do that same dumb dope shit myself. I smoked, snorted, and injected cocaine. I started out selling it, got curious, used it, and got hooked immediately. Reverend Alfred was hooked once again, and I knew it. One dope head can pick another easily; took some time but, he acted like a cocaine smoker. Sometimes I would just laugh when he would ask me why I was staring at him. He spent most of his time in his office with his door closed and locked. The only thing I could do was laugh.

In my opinion, our God is cheerful in the utmost of times. In Proverbs 17:22, a happy heart is good medicine and works healing, but a broken spirit dries up the bones.

I realize that I am different from most; people call me unique and strange. I am one who laughs at everything. I find positive encounters in every adventure and endeavor.

Drugs make you do strange and stupid things. God got me out, gave me a better life, let me go through some things, but I needed those ugly disappointments to learn some things. Fortunately, I was able to teach my kids what not to do.

Most who knew Reverend Alfred only knew he was killed execution style; he was shot in the back of the head and in the back of the chest by a bullet that entered his brain and another bullet that entered his heart. He was found dead in the church—at