I Don't Have A Sister!

George: Hello, I'm not interested in anything you're selling, so please delete this number, thank you. (shuffling)

John: Wait! George, it's me, Pastor John!

George: Wait, who? I don't go to a church.

John: I'm Pastor Jonathon Freed from the Holy Deliverance Church of God down on Haverhill street ac-

George: Nope, sorry, sir. Never heard of it. I'm afraid you've got the wrong number.

John: No, no, George, I know this is you, I know your voice. You can't fool a child of God, hahaha. I remember the first day you entered those doors, well, forcibly entered since your sister, Charleen, has been begging you to attend church for years. She pulled your arm from the doors to the front row seat with a bright smile on her face, while you had a mask of gloom on yours. As if you were dragged through hellfire, you always came with such distraught and despair.

George: Yeah, ok. I don't have a sister, actually-

John: Did you know that she never stopped talking about you? Even before she convinced you, she was always so passionate about bringing more people to Jesus. A heart of gold, that one. Even as a child, Charleen always wanted to help people towards salvation and deliverance. The fact that she got her big brother to even enter a church, to begin with, was the best day of her life.

George: John, this seems like a lovely story. But I'm not a very religious person, never was and never will be. You can tell Charlie-

John: Charleen

George: Whatever. You can tell that chick to sniff somebody else's a-

John: George Patter, that's no way to talk about your sister who loves and cares about you.

George: (THUD) How many times do I gotta tell you?! That's not my goddamn name! I'm not a Patter! I'm not a church goer! And Charlie and I aren't siblings! I don't have ANY family, alright?

John: Ahh, so this IS George! I knew I had the right number! I knew this was George Patter, after all, it's what's written on your birth certificate.

George: You have no idea what you're talking about. You can't just force yourself into other people's business. I don't know how you know my name or how you even got this number. In fact, I haven't even seen my own birth certificate, so I have no idea how the hell a random ass Pastor like yourself just suddenly knows!

John: (click-clack) Young man, you may not believe this, but I have direct access to Jesus Christ, the man who has been calling you your whole life. He shows me things in the real world through the spiritual realm. Meaning, He has already shown me what your birth certificate looks like. Your name IS George Adam Patter, born from New York but brought here into North Carolina due to a wonderful family that was willing to take you in.

George: (BAM) YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! THOSE AREN'T MY REAL PARENTS. JUST SOME NICE PEOPLE, RIGHT? HOW CAN I JUST GO ON WITH LIFE KNOWING THAT MY REAL PARENTS NEVER WANTED ME?! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL, HUH, PASTOR? HOW WOULD YOU FEEL KNOWING THAT YOUR BIOLOGICAL MOTHER DIDN'T EVEN LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO LEAVE YOU AT A HOSPITAL OR AN ORPHANAGE. JUST LEFT OUT ON AN OPEN ROAD STREET. I COULD HAVE DIED! I WISH I HAD SO EVERYONE COULD STOP PITYING ME!

John: Son-

George: I'M NOT YOUR SON! DON'T PITY ME!

John: Your mother-

George: SHUTTUP! YOU'RE JUST A CRAZY OLD MAN! (KA-BOOM)

John: George?

George: ...(whispers) What the-

John: George!? You there? What was that, son?

George: (coughing) Ye-Yeah...As-as you were saying...

John: Your mother had no choice, George! The Lord just gave me a vision, and this is the truth: your mother was on the verge of death and didn't have any time to think, only run.

George: ...

John: I swear on my faith, George. In this vision He just revealed to me: it was the dark of night and your mother was seemingly very weak and wounded, she was being chased by something or someone. She prayed over you and left you on the bare open street and ran the other way where she met her death. Your mother loved you very much, I'm sorry I can't tell you more, but perhaps the Lord can reveal more to you if you seek Him.

George: My...my mother was a praying woman?

John: Yes, it seems so. I'm sorry, George. The Lord made sure that no harm came to you that night and every night after. I know these news doesn't sound good, but there is a purpose in it. There is a purpose in putting your trust in Him. You may feel disconnected from your adoptive family, and they know that, don't you see? Everything is connected. Jesus wants to connect with you the same way Charleen has been trying to connect with you.

George: Hmm...(sighs) okay.

John: George, what's on your mind? What happened earlier?

George: It's....it's nothing, Pastor. I'm sorry for screaming at ya, I didn't mean nothin' to it. I was...just angry.

John: It's alright, I forgive you...but who are you angry with, is it with me? I dearly apologize if I was coming out too strong.

George: No, it's not you. I'm just not used to anybody calling this number.

John: Well, is it Charleen, then? Has she been too much in her passionate faith? I can tell her to give you some space if you'd like. She doesn't mean anything against it, she just gets too excited.

George: No...I'm...I'm just...

John: Then who are you angry at? There has to be a reason, George. Are you angry at your biological parents? At your adoptive parents? At God himself?

George: Nobody! I'm angry at nobody, can we just let this go, already? I was just angry, that's all! Let's move on, already.

John: George, people don't get rid of sick trees by cutting off branches, they go to the root. You uproot a sick, dead tree by the foundation. Under the ground, where nobody can see. So, no, we aren't just going to ignore this issue, because this anger is going to continue to be a problem if we don't deal with this now. That's how sick trees contaminate other healthy living trees, when they aren't dealt with on time.

George: I know. I know!

John: So why-

George: I'm angry at myself!

John: ...

George: I'm just...dealing with things you don't understand. Your home is the altar, mine is the bar. You feel the spirit, I don't want to feel anything anymore. I'm tired. I'm done.

John: George, I used to be a heavy drinker, you can ask my wife. I didn't stop till I dropped and that's when the enemy continued to take advantage of me, because where my senses are dead, it left my spirit vulnerable.

George: How'd you...but, how did you stop?

John: I didn't. God stopped me. He spoke to me one night and gave me a choice. He said 'Follow me and I'll give you the peace you want, but only if you turn away from this completely.' And I never went back. Not because of the blessings, but in Him I find an everlasting peace that I can't find anywhere else. I will never go back because Jesus is all I need.

George: That sounds too good to be true.

John: Why don't you find out for yourself. Submit yourself completely to Jesus. Go all in and you tell me if it's 'too good to be true', or not.

George: (click) That's what this was all about?

John: Hm?

George: I miss one day of church and everyone goes crazy.

John: Everyone loves you, especially Charleen.

George: I know, she kept blowing up my phone so I shut it off...Oh, that's why you-

John: Yeah, that's why I called your home phone, brother! Hahaha! (slap-slap)

George: ...brother?

John: Yes, well. If you truly convert and commit to Jesus...then you are part of a much bigger family, George.

George: I'd like that...

John: So I'll see you next Sunday?

George: Definitely.

John: Good, good. We'll keep in touch.

George: Yea, I'd like that...um, thank you very much, Pastor. You are very wise.

John: No...not me. That's the kind of wisdom that only comes from the Holy Spirit.

George: Noted.

John: Haha, God Bless You, Brother. Call me anytime.

George: Alright, sure.

John: Hey, I mean it!

George: Yeah, I promise, I promise!

John: Good, Alright. Bye, son.

George: Bye, Pastor. (click)

John: (sighs) Oh, Lord. Now how do I tell him that I was the one that accidentally killed his mother?...Ah, stop it, thoughts. I'm not that man anymore. (click)