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Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods, and have need of nothing; and knowest not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked: I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich; and white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed; and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear; and anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent. ..Revelation 3: 17-19.

 

Therefore, my brethren dearly beloved and longed for, my joy and crown, so stand fast in the Lord, my dearly beloved…Philippians 4:1.

 

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Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained by a righteous life…Proverbs 16:31.

 

A PORTRAIT OF EVIL,

 OR HOW MY BIRTH-FATHER FINALLY SANK TOO LOW TO DIG HIMSELF OUT

Part 2- Continued from the last newsletter….

By Rev. Renee

 

THE BATTLE BEGINS

 

            Within a few months of my mother’s death, my birth-father began living with his old secretary in her home, but continued to have his mail delivered to his old house, because, as he told others, he had to make it look like it was still his primary residence so he could save on capital gains taxes when he sold it. A couple of years later, Daddy Darling and his old secretary were married, and she began wearing my mother’s mink coat, sleeping in my mother’s bed, and sitting on my mother’s living room furniture, which was all moved to her house. We assume she has my mother’s diamonds as well, since my birth-father claimed he “couldn’t find” anything but her costume jewelry, even though her jewelry was supposed to be divided between my birth-sister and me, according to her will. As if we would believe he would actually SELL his house with all those diamonds hidden in it somewhere!

            Over the next year, we embarked on our legal battle. The devil tried to bargain and negotiate. He promised to put me “back in his will” if I would accept a settlement and drop the case. I refused. He offered several different amounts of money, but I would settle for not one penny less than the $22,000, which was my half of the money he stole. I knew deep in my soul that I must not make any kind of a deal with the devil. The only outcome that would glorify God would be a complete and total defeat of Satan’s evil. If he was able to keep even a few hundred dollars of the money that didn’t belong to him, then he would have a victory.

            During this year, my birth-father’s frat-brother attorney, apparently must have realized I could have had him disbarred for going to my mother’s bedside when she was at death’s door like he did. He sweated profusely during the proceedings, mopping his brow frequently. He had some severe health problems, and a couple of court appearances had to be delayed. A female real estate agent who had done him the favor of witnessing my parents sign their wills, was reduced to tears on the stand. Sometimes he made eye contact with me and smiled ruefully, as if to say “Sorry!”

            Finally, a decision was about to be made and we had a final appearance in court. I was nervous about facing my birth-father, whom I now knew to be demonic. I had not been face-to-face with a demon before- at least not while knowing it was a demon. I felt as if I was going into battle with Satan himself. For weeks, we prayed for victory and God’s justice. Our family and friends joined us in prayer. All my life, I had a physical reaction of anxiety, tight throat, knotted stomach, and such, when thinking about my birth-father- a symptom of the Post-Traumatic Stress I suffer as a result of his abuse. I prayed for courage and strength. When I felt like running away and forgetting the whole thing, Jesus told me he would be there right beside me. I felt a calm resolve come over me. I knew I was a warrior in this battle of good vs. evil, and I couldn’t let evil win.

            We were in church the Sunday before our court appearance, when the choir began to sing a song I had never heard in all my years in church. Some of you may know it- it was “I Will Go To The Enemy’s Camp And Take Back What He Stole From Me”!!! My jaw dropped as I listened to the words. I whispered to my husband Frank, “Listen to what they are singing!” A stunned expression came over his face as he absorbed the words. We knew this was a message of encouragement meant for us! I went through the rest of the week with thanksgiving and praise, and the cool calm peace of knowing we were going to win. I knew the Holy Spirit would help me know what to say.

            Court day arrived and the lawyers went back and forth having conferences with the judge before we were all to be in the same room together. At one point my lawyer came to talk with us in hushed tones. He told us the judge’s opinion was that I wasn’t really entitled to anything and I should have been happy with the last offer the devil made. With peace and joy, I looked at him and explained that we WERE going to win- every penny- because the Lord had spoken to me very clearly. He was not going to let Satan win!

            At one point, I came face-to-face with my birth-father in the hallway. He fixed his gaze on me and tried to intimidate me by staring me down, but I did not avert my gaze. I felt a chill, as if I was looking into the icy cold eyes of Satan himself. Just when I thought I would wither and collapse under his intense stare, I felt Jesus standing next to me, on my left side. He touched my spine with his hand and I felt it stiffen and straighten. Instantly all fear and anxiety left me. I returned Satan’s stare without being intimidated, until he became so frustrated that he could not stop himself from speaking to me. “You’re scum,” he sneered, “You’re the scum of the earth.” That was apparently the worst thing he could think of. Perhaps he was trying to make me cry, or better yet, to become angry and make a scene in the hallway, so that he would look good and I would look like a lunatic, or a bad, bad, disrespectful child. But it didn’t work. By the grace of God, I stood my ground and didn’t let him fluster me. And, unfortunately for him, he said it in front of witnesses, who then reported it to the judge.

             I felt no emotion on hearing his insults, only amusement that someone who had done all the things he had done, was calling ME scum, just because I had the nerve to defy him and sue him for the return of the money he stole from me! Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! It is hard to imagine a father calling his daughter such a name, although I was pretty used to being called names by him, anyway, so by then it had kind of lost its impact. But then, how many fathers STEAL from their children? I just knew that Jesus was there with me, and I could face anything with the strength he was giving me.

            Soon it was my turn to talk to the judge. I explained all that had happened over the last few years. Our case was based on my mother being forced to sign the power of attorney while she was not competent due to her brain tumor. The judge told me I would have to be able to prove that, and I replied that I could indeed prove it. All I needed was to subpoena her medical records from the hospital. The power of attorney was dated during her hospital stay, and the medical records would detail her symptoms and the condition she was in when she signed it. 

            Then I was tested. The judge, perhaps showing a little disapproval that I had sued my birth-father, looked at me and said evenly, “You know the Bible says to honor your father and your mother.” In the blink of an eye, the Holy Spirit gave me the Scripture from Ephesians 6:4. I answered, “It also says ‘Fathers, do not exasperate your children; instead, bring them up in the training and instruction of the Lord.’” The judge smiled slightly and said, “You’re a student of the Bible.” I replied, “I certainly am!” From that moment on, the whole atmosphere changed. It was almost as if the judge began scrutinizing my birth-father’s behavior a little closer, and showing more disapproval of him. The judge was also very displeased to hear about the name my birth-father had called me out in the hallway just a few minutes earlier.

 

VICTORY FOR THE KING’S DAUGHTER

 

            To make a long story short, I was awarded to entire $22,000, and not a penny less- Praise the Lord! In addition, my birth-father was ordered by the court to have all of my mother’s jewelry catalogued, which is not unusual in estate proceedings.   He would only admit to knowing where her costume jewelry was, claiming he did not know where the real jewelry was. We had many photographs and videos of my mother wearing her good jewelry over the years, so I could prove what she owned. I wanted a list of the pieces he claimed to have, in case any of the missing pieces showed up in a pawn shop, or to be reset, enabling me to charge whoever had them with possession of stolen property. 

            When the appraisal discussion started, conniving Daddy Darling began attempting the typical pity ploy so often pulled out by sociopaths. Several times, the judge asked him how much time he would need to get the jewelry appraised, and he kept evading the question by pretending to have medical problems he needed to take care of. He refused to give the judge a direct answer. He kept saying he couldn’t specify a time frame, because he “had to go to the V.A. and pick up his medications” and he had a “doctor’s appointment.” Finally, in response to the judge’s third request for a time commitment, he just hemmed and hawed and said, “You know, I’m not a well man”. At this point, the exasperated judge banged down his gavel and said, “Two weeks!”

            The judge then sent Daddy Darling to an expensive jewelry store in a very upscale town nearby to have over three hundred pieces of costume jewelry pinned on black velvet, numbered, photographed, and appraised. If our birth-father had honestly allowed my birth-sister and I to just simply split the diamond jewelry which it was my mother’s intention for us to have, then getting appraisals for all of her costume jewelry would never have been necessary. I was later told that this little bit of treachery cost him over $8,000!

            When I received the lists and photos of my mother’s jewelry, I chose only two pieces for myself- a sterling silver filigree cross, and a small gold cross with a sapphire in it. I was not going to leave any symbols of our Lord Jesus in the hands of the devil. This enraged my birth-father even more, because he had spent all that money and gone to all that trouble having every piece appraised, and all I took were two little pieces. But he had no one but himself to blame. He sent me half of the remaining pieces anyway, although I had not requested them, I suppose to avoid any further problems.

            When the court proceedings had ended, my birth-father’s attorney looked at me and rolled his eyes in relief, as if to say “Thank God that’s over with” (or maybe, “Thanks for not having me disbarred!”). I felt as if he was trying to disassociate himself from all he now knew his client had done. I hope he was vowing to himself never to get involved with this man again, after all he had dragged him into.

            After our victory, my husband, my lawyer, and I, stood on the top floor of the big granite courthouse, marveling at what God had done, trying to absorb what had just happened, and looking over the balcony at the lobby two floors below. Beneath us passed my reprobate birth-father and his lawyer, on their way out to the parking lot. My birth-father was obviously agitated, gesturing with his hands, and grabbing onto his attorney’s arm. His attorney pulled his arm away several times and walked briskly out the door, with my birth-father trotting to keep up. I smiled as I thought it didn’t look like those two were getting along too well anymore.

My husband Frank gave us all a good laugh when he said, “I feel like I’m in a Cecil B. DeMille movie. Here we all are, way up in “heaven”, looking down on those two, so far below us- like they’re way down there in hell!” The symbolism was striking!

            I give all the glory to Father God, his Holy Spirit, and my Lord and Savior Jesus for helping my family and I during this several year-long ordeal. Jesus is my Rock. He is my strength and my courage. He protected us against the evil of the reprobate, and gave us the victory, in his blessed and holy Name. When we are hurt, anxious, grieving, or scared, and it seems that so much is against us, and we stand almost no chance of winning, never lose faith! AND WE KNOW THAT IN ALL THINGS GOD WORKS FOR THE GOOD OF THOSE WHO LOVE HIM, WHO HAVE BEEN CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE…Romans 8:28 NIV.  GOD WILL NEVER LET THE DEVIL WIN!

            My birth-father is a textbook case of someone with a reprobate mind. A reprobate doesn’t have to be a relative. It could be anybody you know. The reprobate is marked by deceit, conniving, ruthlessness, scheming, cold-bloodedness, evil, wickedness, unrepentance, and a complete lack of conscience, and all who tolerate him are tainted. He is extremely dangerous. Our prayers are with you if you have a demonic person in your life. There is nothing you can do to save such a person. You must avoid him at all costs. You must permanently remove yourself and your loved ones from his evil presence and sphere of influence, and have nothing further to do with him. He is a servant of Satan. The Blood of the Lamb is the only protection against his demonic contamination. 

            Glory to God! Thank you, Jesus! Thank you, Holy Ghost!

Your word, O Lord, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens. Your faithfulness continues through all generations; you established the earth, and it endures. Your laws endure to this day, for all things serve you. If your law had not been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction. I will never forget your precepts, for by them you have preserved my life. Save me, for I am yours; I have sought out your precepts. The wicked are waiting to destroy me, but I will ponder your statutes. To all perfection I see a limit; but your commands are boundless…Psalm 119:89-96.