Pastor X

By Gerald Kithinji

Pastor X gets a donation that sends his imagination soaring. But the donor is hampered by his better half's opposition. How does the donor extricate himself from the shame of it? How does Pastor X extricate himself from his sins of ommission and commission? A gripping Christmas Story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gerald Kithinji
• Release date: Sep 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311731210

Gerald Kithinji

I trace my roots to Kenya but I am a Citizen of the World when it comes to what I write or what I read. Whether Poetry, Short stories, Novellas or Novels, I strive to tell it as it is or was for the World Reader. Karibu. Welcome. Bienvenue. Willkommen. Bem vindo. Bienvenido. Benvenuto.Enjoy whatever suits you on my humble page.

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Pastor X : A Christmas Story

Copyright 2014 Gerald Kithinji

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Chapter 1: The Donation

Pastor X was not just good. He was a charmer- a snake charmer. He was a preacher of exemplary zeal. Only his snakes were people who had committed or were about to commit sins. Actually they were sinners- all of them. Otherwise they would not come to church. And the greatest of them all was right there amongst them. Adopting a critical attitude he said:

That’s right, he’s here; she’s here- amongst us. It may be you or you or you over there. But I’m sure the greatest sinner is here with us. Anyone of us could be that sinner.

He stopped, turned his head slowly, his eyes scanning the congregation. Could it be that one; the lady in white; the man in the beige suit; the girl in curls; the bald man with roving eyes; the guy in wide-rimmed glasses; the lady with the enormous Bible; the woman in red? Would any of them see the eternal sunshine?

Abruptly he turned to the book in front of him in the pulpit: The Bible.

It is not for us to know. Only God knows who the sinners are. Only He knows. But I can tell you something that can help you to unburden your heart. The Lord has spoken.

This is the word of God, he said as he lifted the Bible. Only through obedience and observance of the word of God can you be saved. He has blessed you with riches but you deny him even a tenth of that wealth. How many of you can say that they have been blessed this week? Raise your hands. You harden your hearts. You shut the door and count your riches and deny Him just a tenth, a tenth of the riches that He has blessed you with. And you expect to enter the Kingdom of God? Forget it! It will be easier for a camel to enter through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God. Search your hearts. I’m only a messenger of peace and love.

How he dazzled them with logic! How he fired them with passion! How he scared the hell out of them! How he impressed on them that he was only carrying his share of the load, however heavy that might be! All delivered with awesome zeal. He was only a tiny ship in the vast ocean, he reminded them, again and again, only doing his job, attending to his calling. His credo was that will-power and intensity could do anything. He carried that charm of his as a bee carried its sting. Oftentimes he made enough noise for the devil in hell. The Church had immeasurable opportunities for social advancement and, as such, was a great and exciting place from which to soar!

Come thither all you sinners, repent. Salvation will come only to those who prepare wisely and pursue relentlessly.

That Friday night a member of his congregation visited him. He was an estate agent by the name Donovan, but everybody called him Dono. He had sold a big building in town and had made a tidy sum for himself and a lot more for the landlord, his absentee client. He had made $500 000 for himself.

"Thank you, Pastor, for