The Miracle by Monk Nathan

Author:Monk, Nathan [Monk, Nathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abbey Publishing
Published: 2020-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

The Unholy Trinity

W hen I was arrested, I had not only physically assaulted another person, but I had twenty pills in my pocket, tucked away in a tiny Ziploc baggy. That meant they were not in a container with a prescription label as the law requires. And of course they weren’t because they weren’t part of my prescribed amount. I had purchased them off someone else who also needed them but needed food more. I was so far separated in my own mind from the corruption of this system; I didn’t see how feeding my addiction wasn’t only hurting me but everyone around me. Not just my children and my church and all of those who depended on me, I was also harming those who sold me their needed medication or the ones who stole medication from others so they could sell it to me. I was a cog in a machine of supply and demand. People were risking their lives and putting themselves in danger of being put in prison all so I could feel a rush. I didn’t think about any of those things or how so many of them would never see justice or mercy. I just felt sorry for myself.

No, as I had my photo taken and fingertips inked, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself. Poor little me. I didn’t even think about all the other people caught up in this reality with me and because of me. My final charges were: a felony count of possession, a misdemeanor assault, and resisting arrest without force, whatever that means.

My whole life I had watched my father avoid responsibilities. Every time someone came after him, he went back at them with a vengeance. Eventually, folks just stopped trying altogether. It was too dangerous to go after the apostle. He was ready and willing to draw blood if necessary. People had lost their houses and jobs and nearly their lives trying to face down that man. I knew of one I was certain had. He could bring grown men to their knees and he felt no shame for it. He was always plenty pleased with himself for bringing the destruction he could create too. If a person went after my father, once he was done ruining them he would gloat for weeks on end about how the Word had warned them, “Do not touch My anointed ones, and do My prophets no harm.” In my father’s mind, whatever harm befell these people, they deserved it and it was just God’s righteous judgment coming down on them. It did not matter to him that he was the one bringing about the judgment on God’s behalf; he was His messenger after all, why not be His hammer as well?

I may have been a discarded prodigal son but I was still the son of my grandfather’s church nonetheless. So when our attorney, Alexander Fairfield, arrived on the scene, I was unsurprised. This was what happened when a Thackery got into some sort of trouble.

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