Eating the Fruit of Lies

by Sandra Thompson Williams

  EATING THE FRUIT

  OF LIES

  EATING THE FRUIT

  OF LIES

  A Novel

  by Sandra Thompson Williams

  © 2019 Sandra Thompson Williams

  Eating the Fruit of Lies

  A Novel

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  Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.

  All Bible scriptures are taken from the King James Version. No part of this publication may be reproduced or copied without written permission from the author.

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  Library of Congress Control Number: 2019936366

  ISBN 978-1-400325603 (Paperback)

  ISBN 978-1-400325610 (eBook)

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  DEDICATION

  Dedicated to all the couples who have been targeted by demonic forces.

  I pray that you will understand the importance of spiritual warfare as you take your place in prayer, the front line of every battle.

  SPECIAL THANKS

  Special thanks to my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for trusting me to write and publish this novel. I also want to thank my family and friends for their encouragement.

  CONTENTS

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  CHAPTER ONE

  “No, not me!” David yelled as he ran from the smoky confines of the room. He ran directly into the lightning and thunderous storm. He didn’t look back just in case they were behind him. Panting and out of breath, he kept looking for a shelter. He felt like he had been running for miles.

  “Where are all the people?” he mumbled to himself. “There’s got to be somebody that can save me.” No one was in sight. He kept running, although it was difficult with the heavy backpack he was carrying. In the distance he could see a fire, and shadows of small people seemed to be walking through it. He could hear the sound of horns blowing. The ominous clouds above him, even seemed to be shaped like horns. Everything was so weird. He saw some doors. He tried to open each within a matter of seconds. All were locked. He continued to run. There was no place to hide. Tears were streaming down, but he couldn’t tell because the rain was blowing in his face. He was panicking. He was tired. The storm wasn’t letting up.

  The rain was turning into a hail storm. It appeared the next bolt of lightning would hit him. He used his arms to shield his face, as he began crouching to the ground. Somehow between sobs he yelled J-E-S-U-S and jumped straight up. He removed his sweaty hands from his face and opened his eyes. “Oh my God!” he said looking into the darkness of his bedroom. It was just another terrible nightmare. This time it was more real than the scary ones he had been dreaming. He reached across the night stand to turn on his little lamp. His Bible was on it. He grabbed it and sobbed, “Lord, please help me! I just don’t know what to do!” He left the Bible on his bed, then got up to go to the restroom to wash his face. He was perspiring, in spite of the fact that it was only 68 degrees in his apartment. He liked it that way. Nice and cool. He wanted his whole life to be nice and cool. But for the last two weeks it had been anything but that.

  His life at the age of 26 was being severely interrupted. He was having problems with his concentration at work, he had problems with his fiancé and he was generally just not himself. In fact, he didn’t really have a fiancé anymore. He had called off the engagement that same week. He needed answers but he didn’t know where to go.

  Bending over the wash bowl, he watched the cold tap water go down the drain quickly. “My life is going down the drain too,” he thought as he lifted his head and looked in the mirror at the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep. That was when he made up his mind to go and see the pastor. After all, he needed help. “If anyone can help me it should be the pastor,” he thought.

  He went back to bed and opened the soft leather cover of his Bible. The inside read, To David, my beloved son, in honor of your 21st birthday. It was hard to believe that five years had passed since his mother had given him the Bible. He quickly turned to the Psalms. He didn’t want to start thinking about his mother, or his father for that matter. They’ve been separated now for two years. He was sure that any day now, they would start divorce proceedings. He was glad he was old enough to live on his own instead of having to choose between the two of them, like his sister had. It was no surprise to the family or anyone else that she chose to live with her mother. Now where is that passage? Oh yes, there it was, Psalm 4:8. The passage said he giveth his beloved peaceful sleep. He read it three times. Then he picked up his pen from the night stand and wrote down the dream. Next he adjusted his oversized pillow. There were only three remaining hours before his 6:00 a.m. alarm would sound off. He turned his light to the low setting and meditated until he fell asleep.

  The next morning he was quite surprised at his alertness. When he left the shower, he went directly to the front door. He always read the morning paper before going to work. He felt it was his duty to know what was happening in the world. When he unlocked the two locks and opened the door, he nearly went into shock. There laying at his front door was a pleasant surprise. It was Sunday’s paper in all its thickness carefully placed face up. “It’s Sunday!” he exclaimed, realizing he had lost track of time. “What’s wrong with me?” he thought as he stooped to pick up the paper and close his door. He decided to go back to bed because service wouldn’t start for another three hours.

  He took the paper, grabbed a banana from his kitchen counter and went back to bed. With the sunlight streaming through his vertical blinds he could make out an article at the bottom of the front page. CHRISTIAN MARRIAGES REACH 46% DIVORCE RATE!

  He gasped. “Oh no,” he said rubbing his head. Suddenly disgusted, he cast the paper on the floor and grabbed the remote control.

  The morning news was on. He found an early morning news show and thought he’d hear something interesting, while deciding whether or not to get up. The lead story was about the divorce rate in America. “Fifty percent of first marriages end in divorce, 76 percent of second marriages end in divorce, 87 p
ercent of third marriages end in divorce and 93% of fourth marriages end in divorce,” rattled off some professor from a prestigious university. David quickly turned off the TV. His head dropped as he sat on his bed in bewilderment.

  “Lord, just what are you trying to tell me?” he asked. Depressed and confused, he wondered why he cared so much about the Christian divorce rate. After all, he wasn’t married. As a psychologist though, he counseled people day in and day out about their troubles, which very often included marriage. As a team member of the rather new Family Research and Counseling Center, he knew to stay detached from the people whom he counseled. When he was considering his career, he figured he could help more than the average psychologist because, as he always said to his friends, “I have a master’s and I know the Master.” “I’ve got to talk to my pastor today,” he said out loud. “I’ve got to.”

  Service was not at all exciting to David on this Sunday. People around him seemed to beam with the joy of the Lord while he sat there like a rock in a storm. He could hardly wait for service to end so he could see the pastor. Dismissal finally came and he waited for the pastor to return to his office, after greeting everyone. David intentionally found a place where he could wait without having to talk to anyone.

  A rather short and pudgy man is seated behind an old fashioned desk. The antique roll top was a gift from his rather prosperous congregation. The new carpet was quite complimentary. The very comfortable surroundings was one reason that he spent so much time in the office. After all, he had a very capable staff that could do everything from counsel to plan conferences. One chair that didn’t quite match the desk was pulled alongside his desk. That was the chair that had been a favorite of his first wife. He didn’t tell anybody his reason for keeping it. He just refused to let them dispose of it after her death. His desk was neater than he could ever keep it, thanks to the cleaning service that the church employed. He was rather proud of the fact that their church could employ members to do work for them. When he married again seven years ago, his new bride offered to clean his office, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

  “I have got to get the latest edition of the New Study Bible,” he thought to himself as he took off his robe. He was hanging it in the office closet, when there was an unexpected knock at the office door.

  “Come in,” he said, as he wondered who was visiting him so soon after dismissal. David Edwards walked in with a strange look on his face. This young man who was barely twenty six was a faithful member of the church and his family had been members for two generations before him. But since his parents’ separation, he was the only faithful member.

  “Hello Pastor,” he said while extending his hand for the customary greeting.

  “Oh, hello Brother David,” the pastor said as he shook his hand. “That’s right, I had forgotten that you asked to see me after service. Have a seat. I’m sure this must be about Rose.”

  David’s mind wandered for just a minute as he thought to himself that the pastor must be angry with him. After all, he never called him Brother David in private. He was like a son to him. He focused his attention back on what the pastor was saying.

  “She came in my room crying the other night and told me that you had called off the engagement. Now I don’t usually meddle in my daughter’s affairs, as you well know, but you were the one who told me you loved her and asked for her hand in marriage. Did you suddenly fall out of love?” he asked in his strong baritone preacher’s voice.

  “No sir,” David answered in a nervous manner.

  “So there isn’t someone else?” Pastor Taylor asked, while returning to sit behind his desk.

  “No sir!” David said emphatically, this time with his voice cracking. He wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and got up looking at the ceiling.

  “Did something happen financially? Cause if you need a loan, I could —” Pastor Taylor was cut off by David in mid-sentence.

  “No sir. That’s not it,” David said dropping his head. “I didn’t really come to see you about Rose. Well not entirely. Although it does concern her.”

  “Then would you mind letting me in on what’s going on? After all, you’ve been dating for a year,” said this now irritated pastor and father who was groping for answers, information and whatever he could get from this person who seemed afraid to confide in him.

  “Well, it’s kind of hard to explain,” David began.

  “Try me,” the Pastor quipped.

  “Well,” David began slowly, “it all began with a dream or maybe a nightmare,” he said as he ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m still not sure which.”

  “Go on,” said Pastor Taylor.

  “Well, in my first dream, I was in the pit of hell listening to a conversation,” David recalled with great difficulty. “Then after the conversation ended,” he said speeding up the story, “I felt in my spirit that I couldn’t get married until I had warned other couples about what I heard. So that’s why I postponed our wedding,” David said, feeling as if a load had been lifted from him.

  “Well are you going to keep me in suspense or tell me about this dream?” asked Pastor Taylor as if he had been left hanging on a cliff with the rescuer watching. “Just slow down and start from the beginning,” the pastor requested.

  “Oh yes, sir. I certainly want you to know about it. You will have to help me warn the people. See, it- it all started two weeks ago,” he stuttered nervously, “when I got on my knees to pray. You see I fell asleep, but it was a different kind of sleep. I seemed to be having a vision. There I was in the very pit of hell but no one saw me,” David said in almost a whisper. “It was smelly and the, the awful eerie sounds of demons and smoke and horrible faces and, and”

  “Well, go on son,” said Pastor Taylor, “and speak a little louder.”

  David began to tell the story again as he relived this horrible experience.

  “Satan and three demons are having a conference - you see,” he began. “A banner reading Top Secret is hanging over what appears to be a chalkboard. I was hidden by smoke and the dimness of the room, but I could see him and hear his terrible deep and ugly voice. It was sickening,” he said, holding his temples as if he had a headache.

  “The demons were seated in classroom desks waiting for a meeting to begin. In walks Satan, holding papers.

  “I’ll make this brief,” Satan tells the entire class. We don’t have any time to waste. Then he calls out the name Deception.”

  Deception answers “Here.”

  Satan then calls for Discouragement, who also answers here. He keeps calling the names of demons who one by one answer to their name. He called for Destruction, Disillusionment, Division, Distraction, Disturbance and Debt.

  Each demon answered “Here.”

  Then Satan tells them their new assignment. He hands out papers to them and tells them to look them over carefully. He brags to them that they have been very successful in their areas across Europe and in America. He tells them that the people on their lists have been singled out especially. He starts reading names from a list that seems to be endless. He turns on a slide projector.

  Satan begins showing Victim 1 on a huge screen. It’s a picture of a happy young lady in a bridal head piece.

  Then he tells the demons that this is Darlene Smith. She’s been married four years. She really expects to always be happy because she’s a Christian. Satan says that he has assigned Deception to her. “Make your plans quickly,” he says to Deception in a really deep voice. Destroy the marriage and the child!

  Then he shows Victim #2 on a slide. It’s a picture of a couple holding hands.

  Satan’s voice says, “This is Michael and Brenda McCain. They want children more than anything. I’ve assigned them to you, Discouragement.”

  Next Victim #3 is shown. Guess what? It’s a picture of me. He tells them that I’m engaged to be married, then he says that he’s got special destruction planned for me.

  I sort of just cringed in the shadows. I didn’t wan
t them to see me, so I hid.

  Then Satan says, “Deception what’s your plan for Darlene Smith?”

  Deception answers that he’s going to build up a lot of confidence in her husband and then hit her with the truth of his unfaithfulness. Then he says that he’s got the perfect person to tempt him into unfaithfulness and that their marriage will be irreparable.

  All of a sudden there’s a burst of applause from the demons. It was louder than a crowd cheering for an NFL touchdown.

  Then Satan asks Discouragement, what does he have planned for the McCains. This demon was a hero. You could tell by the cheering, as he reported. He said he was going to use a classic case of dissatisfaction. He said he’d play on their disappointment in not having children and build the case until they were both disappointed in each other. “It will be smooth,” he bragged. Then he would work with Debt to turn them on each other.

  Then Satan asks Destruction, “What’s your plan for David Edwards?” As David tells this part of his dream, he begins to pace.

  “I could only see them sort of whispering with excitement. Then Satan said, Wait a minute. This one we better keep confidential. I don’t want any leaks getting out. It’s close to the Saints 3:00 o’clock prayer time.

  “I tried as hard as I could to hear, but I couldn’t,” David said with disappointment.

  “All of a sudden, Satan raised his head and said, Oh, I couldn’t have planned it much better myself. Alright team, there’s one more thing. What area do we attack first?

  The Demons simultaneously yelled, the prayer life! Then they dismissed themselves in a real disorderly way, after Satan had said report back to me in three weeks.”

  “After that, I sort of woke up,” David said. “Even though I really was never asleep.”

  Pastor Taylor stood with awe just looking at David. “You mean, you’re on Satan’s hit list?” he asked in amazement.

  “It appears so,” said David. “But why me? Just when I was about to marry and enjoy a new part of my life. Now, I don’t want you to get the impression that I’m afraid of the devil, cause I’m not. So don’t think that. I suppose I should really be grateful that God is showing me the enemy’s plan,” he said with conviction. “I believe the Lord is leading me to consecrate myself and expose this devil. You wouldn’t want me to marry your daughter under the current circumstances would you?”