We now return to "The Saga of the Web-Surfing Squatter."
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“Bill has been setting this up for a
while,” Martha began. “I wasn’t really
sure about it until this morning when I got the full story from Jack.”
The pastor worked on counting his
breaths. He was doing his best not to
jump to directly to charges of treason for the old custodian. “You got the full story from Jack? I’m not sure I understand why I didn’t get the full story from good
old Jack.” He waited while Martha pursed
her lips and scratched the bridge of her nose.
She did that whenever she was considering her response.
“What I found out first is that Bill is
squeezing Jack into a very tight corner.
You and I both know that Jack is beyond the mandatory retirement age in
our personnel policy. We’ve been
overlooking that because he does an acceptable job and because we’re all he’s
got since Mabel died. Well, Bill found
out about that situation a while back.
Now he’s decided to use it to blackmail Jack into doing whatever he
wants.”
The pastor closed his eyes, took a deep
breath, and entwined his fingers behind his head. So, that’s how this was going to be—very dirty,
very dirty, indeed. “I thought it was
about Jack getting an extra twenty from Bill every so often. I could overlook that even though it bothered
me. But this is both cruel and
criminal. So Bill threatens to have Jack’s
job terminated if Jack speaks up or doesn’t do what he’s told, is that it?”
“That’s it. So Bill made Jack set Phil up in the
basement. Bill even forced Jack to look
the other way on date night. And then
Bill ordered Jack to rat you out to the Personnel Committee.”
The pastor breathed deeply three
times. “And did he?”
“No, he didn’t.” The pastor let out the last breath in
relief. Martha continued, “I overheard
that argument. Bill said that if Jack
wasn’t at the meeting tonight to testify that the woman was your idea, then
Jack was finished here."
"I heard Jack
screaming all the way up the stairs this morning. He said something like, ‘If you think I’m
going to do that to the best pastor we’ve had in forty years, then you can take
my job and shove it…’ Well, you know
Jack, so you can imagine how the rest of it went.”
The pastor was wondering where Jack was
now. A tirade like that could easily
land him on the corner stool at The Tilted Tumbler, Jack’s favorite watering
hole. It didn’t happen much anymore, but
in his younger days Jack had been known to leap from that sort of devilish
dissertation right into the depths of a three-day bender. The pastor was hoping that Jack had found
some other sort of outlet.
Martha read his face. “Jack is in the sanctuary polishing the altar
furniture to within an inch of its life,” she smiled. “Each stroke of his oil cloth has another
swear word attached to Bill’s name. I
know it’s in church, and I hope the altar guild ladies aren’t in there
listening. But somehow I think that
Jesus understands.”
“Yes, Martha, I have no doubt about
that. So, Jack isn’t going to turn state’s
evidence on me tonight. That’s good to
know.” He paused for a moment. “I suppose Bill tried to work on you next?” He knew what the answer would be.
Martha’s eyes welled a bit. “Of course, he did. He came steaming up the stairs while Jack was
still screaming at him. That didn’t slow
him down a bit. He came around the
corner and hit the door at full speed. “Martha,”
he said, “if you know what’s good for you, you’ll be at that meeting
tonight. People are talking about what’s
been going on down there in the basement.
I don’t care if it is my brother, that crap has got to stop. And if you value your job here, you’ll be
there to defend yourself and put the blame where it belongs—on that lazy and
overpaid pastor!”
The pastor could imagine how that scene
unfolded—Bill in a fit of his “little man’s disease,” trying to stand as tall
as possible over Martha as she sat behind her desk. He could see Martha leaning back, pursing her
lips and scratching the bridge of her nose.
“Then what happened?” he asked.
Martha wiped her eyes and smiled. “I told that arrogant little man to take his
threats and to get out of my office. I
reminded him that my brother-in-law is a high-powered labor lawyer. And he’d love to sink his teeth into a good
wrongful termination suit with Bill named as the primary respondent. They’ve had their encounters over the years,
and my brother-in-law doesn’t care for Bill even a little bit. Bill stammered for a few seconds and then said, ‘Well,
we’ll see about that!’ And I said, ‘No,
I don’t imagine we will.’ And then he
stomped out the door.”
The pastor was overwhelmed with
gratitude and admiration for his team members.
Two people had put their livelihoods at stake for him. They had endured emotional abuse and resisted
powerful intimidation. He had to do
everything possible to protect them and to root the diseased processes out of
the system.
He knew of one way to start saying thank
you to Martha. “Martha,” he said, “what
do you think I should do?”
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