Send To Kill

Preacher Jarvis is a man of God, a true apostle chosen by the Lord himself. The only difference between him and other godly men is that he isn’t officially ordained yet, but he is deeply saved by grace. His story is just as tragic as that of the Angel of Death—his mother was gang-raped by strangers, and she took her own life just days after he was born. He grew up in an orphanage, and like the Angel of Death, he gave his life to Christ at sixteen. But instead of walking the righteous path, he joined a gang and became a hitman, taking many lives.

In his early twenties, an enemy shot him in the head. Everyone thought he would die that night, especially when he was put on life support. But a prophet prayed for him, and against all odds, the Lord came through. While in a coma, he found himself in a lonely place and saw a light brighter than the sun, forcing him to cover his eyes. A voice spoke softly, and he knew it was the living God. Like the apostle Paul, God called him to follow Him and do the work of an apostle.

God told him to stretch out his hands, and when He touched them, He said Jarvis had the gift of healing. After that, He touched his eyes and said he could now see as God sees. Miraculously healed, Jarvis shocked everyone, and fear grew among those who witnessed the miracle.

Now, in his late thirties, Preacher Jarvis sits in an empty church surrounded by the five-fold ministry: Evangelist Carl, Evangelist George, Teacher Tommy, Prophet Earl, Apostle Jeff, and the head Pastor Bill. They have gathered to voice their complaints against him, believing he is causing conflict in the church.

Pastor Bill: Brother Preacher? (shaking his head) What the hell is going on with you? My brothers in Christ, please share your complaints so we can get this over with. Evangelist George, you’re free to speak.

Evangelist George: (sitting in the corner, eager to speak) Listen here, asshole...

Pastor Bill quickly glances over his shoulder, worried someone outside might hear.

Evangelist George: Sorry, Pastor, but he claims I’m a false evangelist who smokes weed and masturbates. He even said I steal from the tithes to buy liquor! I’m tired of his accusations; he’s out of line, calling me a womanizer...

Pastor Bill: Okay, okay, Prophet Earl? What about you? I know you have something to say.

Prophet Earl: I just want to share what the Lord told me. He gave me a vision showing that Brother Preacher gets all his information from gossip. You read too many damn books, Brother Preacher. The Lord showed me you should focus more on your spiritual life than on what others are doing. I don’t care if you told people I’m some kind of thief. Look, you’re a good guy, but gossip can give you the wrong impression. Let’s pray for you and get rid of that gossiping spirit.

Pastor Bill: I believe you, Prophet Earl. That seems to be the issue here.

Evangelist Carl: (standing up) Hold on, Pastor.

Pastor Bill: What now, Carl? The problem has been addressed.

Evangelist Carl: Earl didn’t solve anything!

Preacher Jarvis starts to laugh, but Pastor Bill is not amused.

Pastor Bill: Now is not the time for jokes, Brother Preacher. Carl? I know things have been tense between you two, but God chose Earl to be a prophet, and we need to respect that, even with our differences.

Evangelist Carl: I know that, Pastor Bill, but ask Earl when he last communicated with God. That’s what prophets do—pray and lay at the Lord’s feet daily. He doesn’t do that anymore, so I don’t believe he solved anything. What he said about Brother Preacher? He’s talking crap; it’s his own issues speaking through him. You need to talk to our Prophet, Pastor.

Pastor Bill: I don’t have time for this. (sighs)

Prophet Earl: (shaking his head in disgust) Make that two, Pastor. Give me strength.

Evangelist Carl: Anyway...

Pastor Bill:Don’t forget your language; you’re still an evangelist, aren’t you? We need to pray after this.

Evangelist Carl: You should make time for this! (speaking to Prophet Earl)

Prophet Earl: Go on, what did you want to say?

Evangelist Carl: Shut up. (whispers, but continues) Pastor, let me get straight to the point—no strings attached. I’ll say it plainly.

Prophet Earl: Oh really?

Pastor Bill: Earl...

Prophet Earl: Sorry, Pastor.

Evangelist Carl: Anyway, Brother Preacher, please, I’m begging you, stop dreaming. You’re not a psychic. You said I’m a woman-beater. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You’re not a prophet; you’re just a regular churchgoer. Are you looking for a job? Go on the internet and do proper job searching or take a mop and clean the church floors. Stop this fantasy of becoming a holy man. God chose me to be an evangelist, and I got ordained. Did He call you? No! Pastor Bill, this man is provoking people, and I don’t know what to do about it!

Teacher Tommy: (interjecting) He even said I have sex with my goat! How sick is that?

Silence falls among them for a few seconds.

Pastor Bill: Apostles Jeff? Do you have anything to say?

Apostle Jeff: No, I don’t have anything to say... just yet.

Pastor Bill: And what do you have to say, Brother Preacher?