The ungrateful woman at the the Market; Part One

   To those that read my Blog, I have been introducing in my style of telling my story, different and other related stories from The Bible just so that one can see a perspective of our whole human experience as we live them out. And further, so one can connect those spiritual aspects governing our lives being played out before us without us knowing what is happening to us because we have no teachers at Public School to school us about such spiritual matters. And at home most people are unconcerned about such matters because like I once did also, I thought that those things were irrelevant to my life. Therefore with no further adieu I will relate my first furlough from the Ramsey one Unit at T. D. C. in 1984. I remember that it was a bright sunny Spring morning that my wife came to pick me up early at the very first front check station about a mile away from our front gates. The entry from the highway was about 3 miles to this check station. And the road leading into this place is a narrow two lane long stretch between woods until one sees two old prison farms and a new one in the making between them. These prison units are situated in the middle of hundreds and hundreds of acres of farming fields. Well, this day that my wife picked me up was an exciting day because it would mark my first of seven days that I would spend time with my wife and family. My wife was happy and excited too because we would get to sleep together and enjoy this blessing. She was very well dressed and smelling good and fresh and she giggled as we drove off from the station. I asked her what was funny and she said to me, "Dad, I hope you don't mind that I put on a few extra pounds?" Then I laughed also and told her that she still looked fine and beautiful to me. My wife had borrowed her older sister's car to pick me up and she had become a recent Christian convert and wanted to tell me about all the Revival meetings that they had been to in Central Texas and pointed to all the audio cassettes in the front seat. She told me about all the T. V. White Evangelist that they had gone to see and the cassettes were these preachers recordings. I listened to her intently as we drove out of Rosharon, Texas and headed home. My mind was still not believing that I had been granted a week-long furlough with this beautiful woman after being denied parole the second time. I was thinking about how great it was gonna be when the sun went down and we would be in our bed again. Then she stopped at a small store somewhere past Rosharon and bought some cokes and snacks and we continued the drive back to San Marcos. Then she pointed to a cassette and it was by David Wilkerson and she told me that she couldn't understand the teaching on it. Then she said, "Dad, I want you to listen to it and tell me what it is teaching about?" I said, "Mom, I don't understand that much about the Bible either. I read what I can but I don't have any teachers here to help me." And she says, "Well, I am going to play it for you now and listen to it and explain to me what you do understand." And so I relaxed back on the car seat and just listened to the tape as she drove. And as I listened to Mr. David Wilkerson and heard his voice for the first time, because I had read his paperback book titled "The Cross and the switchblade" a long time before when I was in the Army, and now I tried to picture a face to the voice but I couldn't. The way he talked was strange to me and the way he presented the story was hard to follow. The title of the message was, "The Woman does a strange thing." This was a long message but it left me so puzzled in my mind because he wasn't referencing scriptures that much and he seemed to be applying the same method of teaching that I have always like to do as I talk about The Plans and Purposes of "God since 1980." He just presented a story that after hearing that message I was so hooked that I looked for it in the Bible but I couldn't find it. He talked about a young girl from somewhere who was a Virgin and about to get married, and how she was on her way to her wedding when she decided instead to cast off her beautiful White adorned wedding gown and throw it in the muddy street and headed to the Slave Market place naked instead and sold her body to any passerby for no charge. Then he told a personal story about a well known Pastor and his wife who he knew and tied the original story of the Virgin girl to these two people alive during 1984. He said that this Pastor had started off in the Church Ministry extremely well. Mr. Wilkerson said that this couple had even become popular and attracted many people to their church. He said that this preachers wife was also very involved in his ministry. But he said that one day just out of the blue it seemed that this Preacher began to adopt liberal ideas about sex in the church and so did the wife. And as the time went by both the wife and pastor involved themselves in risque sex between each other. They had taken off into fantasizing about wild sex and had escalated to the point that the pastor was inviting close men members to join him having sex with his wife. As it turned out, Mr. Wilkerson said that the preachers wife loved it so much that the preacher invited two more men to join them in bed. And he said that his wife loved it even more. And by the time that these two were done, the wife was doing the preacher and six other men in one night at the same time. Mr. Wilkerson said that it got so bad that the Preacher had to divorce his wife because now she was having sex with men from outside the church while he was not home with her and that she couldn't stop herself from craving multiple partners for sex anymore. Mr. Wilkerson said that this was happening everyday between this Church couple for years. And that was the message. And then my wife asked me what was that about, and I said, Mom, all I can think about is that maybe these White Preachers were those types that believe in the idea of being Swingers? And I told my wife that I have never heard or read about these stories in the Bible yet. And I also told her that when I came back from the furlough that I would study some more and see if I could find this story about this young virgin girl who sells herself for nothing at all and instead pays her lovers herself for services rendered to her. And as I rode next to my girl I was grateful that I was going home and gonna have wholesome sex with her for a whole week straight just me and her. And as we drove on the highway going home that late morning she was still talking about her great awakening into her new birth in "Christ Jesus." And I was happy for her and I was looking forward to seeing our little girl Melissa after school that day. But what was really on my mind for a long time was to undress this girl of mine and ravage my young wife, and not let loose of her for a very long long time. And on the day that she took me back to prison after the furlough in her sisters' car again because hers was not in great condition, we talked again about our future and what awaited us there. And then we came to the first check station and we were stopped by guards and I reported back to The Ramsey One Unit. As we parked and we both got out of the car we hugged and kissed and I said goodbye until my last furlough later in six months. But the feeling of her body next to mine and feeling her breast pressed against my chest just made me realize how sickening this return to prison made me because I always knew that this woman was the only one who I could have sex with and know that I truly loved her. It was different from all the other women and young girls in the Army and overseas. But I had to let go and I saw her drive away and I went back to search for that story about that crazy once pure virgin girl who paid others for sexual services. I will conclude part one of my story about Mr. Wilkerson's Christian message. So let's sleep on that for now until next time. And years later I do find this great message in the Bible. I said, I am a Hunter. And you shouldn't give up either because you too will succeed in your search for Truth. Thanks again. I am gonna hit the rack thinking about my Baby who has long been gone since 2013. And I know that I can't bring her back. And here I go again, lamenting because I have to join all those other broken hearted ones in line for more Soup of Regrets. And now how can I ever cry at her feet and say that I am sorry for treating her so badly? And how can I ask her to forgive me! Well Ruben, you made your Soup..., eat it." And furthermore, go ask that young Virgin girl with her bowl how she feels now?                                                                                                                          Respectfully,                                                                                     Ruben N. Gutierrez

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