Sins of the Father

*Mr. Walter*

            Unmarked vehicles surrounded the entrance and exit of the church parking lot.

Professional officials jumped out of black cars with tinted windows, guns exposed, revealing poker faces. “Mr. Ronald Walter. Place your hands behind your back, you are under arrest.” One of the officers responded demanding.

            “What? Are you nuts? Do you know who I am?” Ronald roared. He was never a man who took authority well from anyone who wasn’t his father.

            “A criminal and you’re under arrest.” Another stocky built officer stated to Mr. Preacher, while a couple of other officers rushed in and proceeded to take Mr. Preacher off, whether he was resistant or not.

            Mrs. Walter puffed in disapproval. The police dragged her husband form the church parking lot kicking and screaming. Mrs. Walter begun shaking badly, dropping her bible. Was her husband guilty of the charges she heard? Or was it a set-up? Mrs. Walter moved her feet one inch, and fainted at the front door of the church.

*Mrs. Walter*

            “Unto thee, O Lord, do I lift up my soul. O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.” Leslie read scriptures from Psalms at her mother’s bedside. Mrs. Walter was lying in the hospital after they took her husband off to jail, two days prior. Her beautiful face and small frame claimed the hospital bed quietly.

            “Morning?” The nurse came in the following morning to check on her patient and Leslie was holding her mother’s right hand, her left hand was on the bible praying out loud. It was the same way the nurse left her yesterday.

            “Ditto.” Leslie didn’t let her eyes leave her mother. She reckoned the nurse would wonder why she had not moved from her seat. Leslie didn’t give the nurse a chance to ask her any questions. “I can’t leave her side. The thought of my mother waking up alone is devastating. I have to be here when she wakes up.”

            “She is more precious than rubies: and all the things thou canst desire are not to compared unto her. Length of days is in her right hand; and in her left hand riches and honour. Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to them that lay hold upon her; and happy is every one that retaineth her. (Proverbs) The lord takes care of his creation Mrs. Walter is protected by Angels. Go get a bite to eat. You need your strength to help.”

            Leslie stiffened, the nurse was polite, but she didn’t budge. A hospital fire couldn’t make her leave her mother’s bedside. Her father had already done a wonderful job of leaving her mom all alone. Leslie consumed anger at her father for the disgrace he was to her and her family. She did not want to see his pathetic face near her mom! Leslie praised her mother for dedicating her life to her father, loving him for the person he was, and never changing him. But, in return her mother was lying in a hospital bed fighting for her life. Leslie sighed; wasn’t God supposed to prevent those kinds of tragedies from happening?

            Leslie side tracked in her own existence didn’t notice the nurse come back in the hospital room with fresh fruit and juice. She walked over to Leslie lightly tapping her.

            “Here you are. The body system doesn’t function well empty. When you leave it empty, I have to use these tools to hydrate you. You don’t want to feel that. Drink some of that water, so you won’t be dehydrated. I refuse to let you make yourself sick.” She checked Mrs. Walter’s I.V.

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