The Unwanted Saint

Supernatural Stories | Sep 23, 2014 | 20 min read
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Everyone that has been to a Church knows how they claim to love and care for other people. They say how they can show you a better way to live. That a caring and awesome God, through is Avatar/Son Jesus can show you how to live a good life and have the key to heaven, eternal rest, if you just be a good person, love one another and follow some rules to be a upstanding human being.

The problem with all of this is not the belief in God, or even that Jesus can do something good in your life. The problem is the followers of the faith. This is something that churches and congregations do not tell you when you first enter a church or organization.

They bring you in and tell you that they are a loving "fellowship", through the love of Christ that they love one another and that God loves all of us. They know the truth and are leaders among humanity and know the truth of the universe because they worship the one true God. But at the same time, they admit to their lack of strength when it comes to life and the real world.

No, humans are not infallible, but if you practice something and believe in something, especially God, should it not change you? Make something within you act differently and you hold things more accountable, since you believe in this truth?
I do believe in God and the saving grace of Jesus. I care about others and even stay awake at night over the plight of the world. Now, i'm not trying to be self righteous, but it is frustrating that i feel like, sometimes I'm the only one that cares. Even in a building full of "believers", you have people that are "used" to one other, don't speak to each other and do not help one another.

Through my own personal experience I have asked Pastors and Deacons about fellowship, they say, it is not about me or others, it is about the worship of God. Personally as a christian I believe that fellowship, the coming together of people, is half the faith. I think that the problem is that people believe all they need to do is believe in God and nothing else. Basically, no obligation to do anything, and that is something else that I have heard whispered around different churches.

After three or so years, I decided to leave the Church, but not my faith. I believe in caring for people and helping them with the love of God and the son, Jesus, but not by that alone. God dos not have to tell me to care about other people, however God's love does boost it and make it more powerful. I do not need to go to Church to worship, or even fellowship. I have found many opportunities to volunteer in hospitals, libraries and animal shelters.
After leaving the church I was worshiping, they called me one or two times. It seemed more obligatory than they actually cared, so they can say, "whelp, at least we tried". Then out of the blue, a few weeks later, I heard that something happened to one of the leaders of the church. His leg broke and it got infected. He developed a high fever. For some reason the church emailed me and contacted me about this. Asking me to pray for him and that they were sorry that I "fell away" from them and finally that I will always be apart of their family.

You might be wondering why I'm posting this here, with all of my feelings and personal experiences. Well, the thing is, after studying the culture of the Church and the faith, I have discovered that I was not alone in this feeling. That there is something wrong with the modern church. Some places have you wait an entire year before you can become a member. Others have bizarre rules to becoming a member. Even some seeming like a pyramid scheme.
After reading the life of Jesus and seeing countless documentaries, it leaves me to wonder. What rules Jesus had, and where was his membership rules? The answer? Just believe in me and the power of my father. Jesus did not have a building or heavy membership doctrines. He actually cared. As for his supposed modern day followers... it is sad but, they are mostly self-centered.

A lot of people do not know that in the late 1950's and 1960's, there was a revival in the Church, one of the leaders of course being Billy Graham. He would travel the world and fill stadiums, people would surrender their souls to Christ and become believers by his passionate belief in the Lord. Of course, he also got alot of money and fame for this. I honestly want to belief that he did it out of love, but, you never know. But, it's not him that i'm talking about. And of course not to mention Trinity Broadcasting Network and their global reach also.

Other people wanted this power that this man had in getting people. They wanted legions of people to follow them and listen to their point of view about God and the way things work. Who wouldn't want people to respect you and look up to you as a leader? Some people took this Idea and ran away with the true purpose. I think this is part of the reason why, people are off-Standish, or even afraid to help one another, because of a certain buried incident.
Some others as you might have experienced are the opposite. All too willing to help you, but that is few and in between.
I never thought that I would come a cross a "Christian" creepypasta or urban legend, or have I ever heard of one, but it is absolutely true, or at least some youth and older generations within the church believe is true. And I'm starting to also.

Christians are not really into the spooky or the celebration of Halloween, as some of you might know. Especially when it has something to damage their image than it already is.

It happened around the early 1970s, even though some people have it around the revival that i mentioned earlier. But most believe it was around the early 70s. As the story or myth goes, there was a young woman, from a very broken home. She was in her late 20's and recently came into the faith. She was neglected as a child, mentally abused and bullied in school. She would go to school and get teased, then come home and get teased or neglected to the point that she would make strange friends out of elements or things like the wind blowing in the breeze. Sometimes just from her own mind. She wasn't really physically abused, just, lonely and left with a feeling of worthlessness since she was always put down and told that it was her fault for things. Her family blamed her for the teasing and never comforted her. She was always put to the side.

Of course with all of this going on, she developed depression and tired to commit suicide many times during he teenage years. Then finally she got a scholarship to college where she pressed the books and became a recluse from humanity. Why would she involve herself with others? If your own family does not care about you, then how could strangers care? That is something that people around her and professors remember her saying.
She was a nice young woman. Very hurt, and in a cloak of darkness. People were attracted to her because of this reason. And as you guessed it, so was the local Christian club. They were persistent, telling her that there was someone that loved her, that as a fellowship, they cared. She began to unravel and finally went with them to one of these new mega churches.
Upon arriving, she saw people crying, and jumping around. The young woman started to feel uncomfortable and even insulted. As one person from the group remembered, the young lady thought she was in a loony bin. He convinced her that they were expressing their emotions. Releasing themselves to God. Supposedly, he later recounts that he regrets forcing her to stay. Maybe she was not ready for this "lifestyle".
Finally, the Pastor came to speak after the praise and worship music. Something that he said caught her heart. She started to cry a little and then finally left the building.
Some people in the group along with one or two people in the audience went after her. She was shaking and crying.

"I know that none of that is true. God did not create me out of love or cares. And if God did create me then it was to laugh at me." She said shaking like a leaf.

The worshipers talked of everyone's use and uniqueness in the eyes of God, and that whatever she believed about herself was wrong. That there was love for her in this kingdom. They convinced her to come back into the lecture. Afterwards they talked to her about her spirit and her place in God's plan.

The group that she came with was about to leave when the Pastor came to them. Of course they absorbed everything that he had to say. He then turned to the distraught young woman, a face within the ocean of people that he did not recognize. (I don't know how they do it, but even if it is 10,000 people, they can point out the one or two people that are new).
So, he did what every pastor does when they see a new person. Take their hands and pray for them. People around her say that her face went almost white and her nose was runny along with the tears streaming from her eyes.
To make a long story short, over the next coupe of visits, she decided that this was the life that she was missing. That there was love and peace within the world, even among people. That humanity did have a reason to exist. Finally, a family that actually cared for her. And the best part, God was her father.

She was thankful to this new family and wanted to do anything she could to help and show her love for them.
It was a big place. They were very organized, along with a legion of volunteers. She wanted to become a volunteer with this place, but found little if any opportunities to do so. She then also wanted to talk with people and pray with them, but there was a group of people to do that already. There were also certain things she would have to do in order to become apart of the prayer ministry. With college she didn't really have time to do this. Sometimes she was able to talk to someone or help someone in the audience, but she started to feel displaced and lost within the crowd.
She wanted to become a member and be a helpful spirit within this organization. She talked with church volunteers, and staff members about her feelings. They promised to call her and find someone to help her get started. There was even a opening to serve in the hospitality department. She happily applied. Days went by, then weeks, then finally a month, with no reply.
The young woman finally called and asked what happened with the position. A person that she trusted told her, that she told the hiring secretary not to hire her, because she thought she could not handle it. The young woman's feelings were hurt but she understood that she was new and only been there for under a year. But did not understand why she was being overlooked.
In worship, she would usually sit alone and after the service, no one would talk to her, except for the regular nod of the head and hand wave. Even the Christian club that introduced her to the Church sat away from her. Looking back, they regret not inviting her over to worship with them. The only thing they said in defense was that they wanted her to "find her way" with God by herself.
She finally had another opportunity to become apart of their fellowship.

There was going to be a meet up across the county in different locations. She found it bizarre that one church would have a fellowship gathering in different locations and not rent out one place for everyone to be. So she signed up to one of the closer locations and asked around if anyone was able to take her. No one was available, or reachable.
One of the organizers said that the young lady called her the day of the event. Unfortunately, the organizer recounts that the young woman got lost, and didn't know where the fellowship was meeting. The organizer said that she felt bad and that at first she could not even find the gathering place herself and only stayed for 30 minutes before leaving, after finding the place. Looking back, she wishes that she could of helped the young woman more.

Later that day, the young woman came to the church very upset. But it was a quiet storm. Her expression was like stone. It was bad enough that no one sat with her during worship, or that no one talked to her, then that she was pushed away when trying to help and that no one was helping her with membership. But to be literally left aside in a unfamiliar place. No one to guide or help her. It most likely reopened the wounds of her neglectful upbringing.
At least this is what the staff has lead themselves to believe. No one really knew what she was thinking and regret not reaching out to her a bit more, as the story goes. At least that is the front that they put up.

The organizer supposedly over heard the conversation that she was having with another volunteer. The upset girl said that she was thinking of leaving the church because no one seemed to care and that fellowship was dead. The volunteer of course disagreed with her. The volunteer then asked her if there was any other places that she had been before. She said no. Then he told her something that everyone agreed was the wrong thing to say to her. He told her that if she was not satisfied here, that maybe she could "serve", in another place.

Around 10 witnesses remembered her head and shoulder drop. Tears fell from her eyes like rain. The volunteer then told her that he was busy and needed to help his manager that he was helping for the night. So, he walked away. No one approached her within her sadness and tears. No one remembers why they didn't. (Some loving and fellowship family within God right? Maybe it was awkward for them?)

A week passed and she did not come to any of the worship. One of the co pastors called her after receiving word from someone else that she was leaving. So, according to his job, he was obligated to try to keep her in the Church. He told her that people make mistakes and that she was valued. He remembers her asking, as people of God, aren't we supposed to be better than regular people. The pastor did not have a answer for that.

Days went by and finally she had a appointment to see the lead pastor. The same pastor that prayed with her the first time she came. His daughter was in the room when they were meeting, for emotional support. Her only question that the depressed young lady had for her father was about fellowship. The pastor rolled his eyes and chuckled. He then shook his head and looked slightly away from the distressed girl.

"It would be nice if people cared about each other and looked out for one another, but what am I supposed to do about it?" He sighed. "It is not my fault that people do not care about one another, it is a normal human condition.
I cannot twist someone's arm to care. I think you look to much into these people for help and that you need to be close to God. These people have Jobs and families. if they cannot help you then they can not."

His words seemed to cut the young woman deeply.

"So, your saying, that with the truth of God in their reach, and the love of Jesus... That Christians or anyone in here is no better than some common person off the street? I thought that Jesus was the truth and light of the world and that we would know one another if we believed in him because we were loving and caring people.
No, I do not expect some one to pay my rent or drive me to school, but there should at least be a effort. There is not a effort among these people to even talk to one another nonetheless care for other people.
All i asked for was for a friend. Yes I believe in the Love of God and Jesus, but Jesus told us to love one another and spread this to all the nations. That was my understanding. And you, as a pastor, are telling me that we are not obligated to do this? And I do not feel like it should be a "job",
I feel that it is something natural the deeper you go into God. How can I be the only one that feels this way?"

The pastor sighed and agreed with her. He said that he loved people also and that his congregation is a great place for fellowship. That she just did not find the right place. She needed to put her face down to God, be humble and not think of her own feelings. The pastor's daughter wanted to say something, but as usual she said that something blocked her. She understood where her father was coming from but at the same time wanted to talk to her about fellowship, but did not.

"I'm going to leave the Church." She said. "Something about a group of people drawing you in with love and then dumping you off, just does not seem right. That is the way that I feel. After four months with talking and searching within this place, your telling me that there is nothing to help with fellowship at all?"

The pastor stood up. His daughter and the young woman stood up. He struggled his shoulders and shook her hand.

"I have some studying to do with the next sermon. I hope you do stay, but if you choose to leave, then that will be your choice. The door is always open."

Her hand dropped from his. Tears filling her eyes, she said "So... you don't even care if I stay or not?"

The pastor sighed and wished her 'blessings' with his chin almost to his chest and one hand in a pocket as the other slightly raised in a waving motion, his shoulder facing her. He walk out the room shoving the other hand in his pocket. His daughter wanted to again tell her something but could not find the words. She stood their for a couple of minutes waiting for the girl to look at her. Finally the young lady left.

Over the period of a month the young woman tried to give this organization one last chance. She even sent them a gift after leaving the church because she truly believed in the love for humanity and to be peaceful. The co-pastor that spoke to her before told her that if he had time that him and his wife sometime could meet her in the local park to have lunch and talk. She liked that Idea. They corresponded with one another through letters.
Police reports documented that she kept every newsletter and correspondence that the church gave to her. One of the last letters that she received from this church was from the co-pastor. He asked her when was a good day for her to meet. The co-pastor in interviews said that he did ask her this but that something came up, that he was too busy, and put her on the side line because his family came first. So he never got back to her.

He received the last letter that she would ever send:

"You lied and told me that you were my friend. I feel that you were just trying to save face for your organization by lying to me and pretending to be something that your not. Please, just leave me alone. Your terrible self centered people that care nothing but how far you can get and your own salvation. Not to bring others to God but to have numbers and donations to fund your ideals. LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"

The month after that, the young woman went to another church that seemed more involved in fellowship. The volunteers remembered her as a quiet and caring person. She stayed with them for 7 months, but realized that she was struggling with pains of the past. "She was not open to talking to us". One volunteer remembered:

"We knew something was wrong and we always asked if she was alright, how are you today. She would just nod her head and say 'fine'. But Some of us knew that she was bottling up something. She did tell us that the place she came from was not good in fellowship and she had always felt neglected.

"We wanted to change her view of church and show her the best way we could. At least this community cared. Not every church is the same or perfect. She seemed to lighten up, but, I guess that evil had it's way with her. Do I blame myself? Sometimes, but the church as a whole? No, because there are different people in the church and it would be wrong to blame everyone or put them in that boat."

The last person to see her before the tragic event was a co-pastor to the new church she was worshiping in. She told him that she disagreed with what their pastor had to say in a sermon two weeks ago. The pastor was trying to defend the church and told the congregation that the church is not about making friends. It is about the worship of God and that making friends is 'ok', but it is not about you.

"I thought that this place understood fellowship. Is there no such thing as people caring for one another at all? It is one thing for someone without the knowledge of God not to fellowship or care about people, but it is another when you feel the love of God coursing within you, and you know God, The sacrifice of Jesus. Then no one cares about one another the way that Jesus COMMANDED us to care. Its not about forcing people to care... it's just that... with this new spirit within me... i feel it naturally to love people. I've always cared for others, but its even more now. And I'm not being self righteous, its just that... i thought it would be a pillar of the faith to demand love for one another... But i find that it is not... And it is disturbing."

"Unfortunately not everyone can love the way that you do, and i don't fully agree with the Pastor also. Humans are not perfect but you are right we do need to strive to love one another more, you know we have programs and classes, but church is for the worship of God and God first. Then the love that he gives us should resonate throughout the community."

"But it doesn't" She said. Tears dropping from her eyes.

The co-pastor tried to put a hand on her shoulder , but she walked away. "I thought that Christians were supposed to be better people."

He tried to call her for more than a week. After calling her about 10 times, only her answering machine would pick up. The message only said "I'm praying and making a deal with God to use my soul."
Another week passed and the staff at the church decided to call the police. Even if she was upset it would show that they cared for her. However, it was too late.

The police was called to the mega church that she had first went to. Witnesses say that she walked into the church wearing all white, in fact, it was the same outfit that she wore after being baptized by them. Before the start of service she was seen bowing back and forth, chanting or praying incoherently, in a kind of mumbling motion. She approached the pastor and pulled out a gun. Everyone gasped and some ran away. Tears streamed down her eyes, her jaw tightened and hand shook.
The pastor raised his hands to his chest, eyes widened body froze. "Look whatever it is, we can talk about this-"

"SHUT UP!" She screamed. "All of my life, no one ever cared about me. I was told that God loved me and that this was a family, a group of people that cared. That... That was a lie. This was the last chance I had, that last thing... I believed in. You made me believe that people here and that belonging to God would be different, that everyone here was different. But it wasn't was it... WAS IT?!"
The young woman then put the gun to her head. She looked at him with heavily tears in her eyes.
"I want you to know. That whatever happens to me, that no matter what people tell you or try to convince you. No matter how many times people pray for you or you pray for yourself... this was all-your-fault.. And there is nothing that will change that. You are the one, and your organization, that killed me. It's not the devil, not everything is the devil. If you are looking for my killer, all of you need to look in a mirror. This was... the last straw..."

The pastor tried to convince her not to do this and concentrate on God.

"I already have. And I will not perish but have everlasting life. The Lord said that vengeance is mine. And I will be HIS vengeance. The Saint of vengeance..."
And with that. The distraught young woman killed herself with a shot to the head.

Of course over the immediate days and weeks the staff of the church comforted one another. Some even left and retired. But for the most part, birds of a feather... It was as the young woman said, everyone tried to comfort one another and pray. They even visited the other church she was going to before she died.

The pastor of the mega church seemed very pale and withdrawn. It had only been a month or so since this had happened. According to rumor he put up a nonchalant front over the situation, so that he could be a leader to 'his' people. Even in private, he started to become arrogant of the event. For some reason this made even more people come into the church and he thought it was a blessing. Another two weeks later everything seemed back to normal. He had a new confidence and looked at all of this as another test from God.
The newspapers stopped talking about it and it only made state news, so it was easily forgotten along with the help of "prayer" and counseling.
Other leaders around the community supported the pastor, giving him grants and donations.

His daughter in a interview remembered the night when things went wrong. She also started to believe that it was a message from God, that it really was not their fault. That they could stop feeling guilty. But she could not get over the sense of a cloud hovering within the building and even in their private home.

One night, the pastor finally spoke of the events from almost 2 months ago. Unfortunately even his daughter, along with some of the remaining staff agreed that it was a bit out of taste and even pompous.
The crowd nodded their collective head and clapped for him. After the service he shook hands and was like Elvis leaving a concert. Before he could leave, witnesses, along with the pastors family remembered that all of a sudden, he seemed dizzy.
They comforted him and his family put hands on him. Suddenly, the lights flickered above where the young woman shot herself. They seemed to vibrate on and off for around 5 minutes. The pastor looked back and then became wide-eyed.
His family asked if he needed help, but he insisted that he just wanted to go home. Making it to their house the pastor went to the bathroom. His wife and daughter tried to find some headache relief and was going to give him cold water.

Suddenly they heard a pop in the bathroom, from upstairs. They rushed to the bathroom and saw that the light bulb had popped, cutting the pastor on the side of the head.
His daughter got worried and cried. He tried to comfort her but as his family looked at him they discovered that the glass also went into his eye. He was rushed to the hospital. The pastors blood pressure was high so the doctors decided to keep him under observation, overnight. His wife and daughter stayed with him until it was time to leave. Before leaving his daughter kissed him on the forehead and promised to pick him up the first thing in the morning. She thought her father was asleep, but he suddenly grabbed her hand, tightly. So tightly that she called the nurse.

His wife, the nurse and even a injected sedative could not loosen his grip. She started to cry, looking at her fathers face. Tears of blood rolled out of both his eyes. His daughter shouted the name of the Lord and cried louder.

"I know that you will always love God, and I'm proud of you. I love you so much. You and your mother." He said with a trembling fear.

"Stop it! Just relax, darling, your making yourself more sick. And scaring us, please your in the hospital, we are trying to help you." His wife cried.

"I'm letting her take me. She will not take anyone else. I WILL NOT ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN TO THE CHURCH! Even if I did get a swelled head and conceded and self-centered. I believe in God. I don't know why God... GOD WHY ARE YOU ALLOWING THIS TORMENTED SPIRIT TO HAVE IT'S WAY?!"

"Father please! YOUR HAVING A NIGHTMARE, WAKE UP! Its me, your daughter, please!"

"Sir, SIR! You are hurting your child's hand. Please calm down. You are in the hospital like your wife has said. Tell us what is wrong!"

"Nothing is wrong... I... I will have to accept that... God uses us in different ways. Even after death. Vengeance belongs to the Lord... And he has made her a Saint... Putting the church accountable for it's sins. Please... please... Do you love me..?"

"Yes, daddy, of course"

"Then tend to my sheep. Do you love me, little one?"

"Stop it, your scaring us!" His wife snapped.

"No, no mother... It's-Yes, yes I do love you."

"Then love my sheep. Do you Love me, child?"

His daughter was full of tears, her eyes tightly closed. She shook her head and replied weeping, 'yes', to her sickly father.

"Then look after my sheep... Always... care for... every-one."

The pastors monitor flat lined. He still had a death grip onto his daughter. The doctors had no choice but to try to work around her, trying to save him. The medicine fell off the table and the IV bag started to leak. Even the heart rate monitor stopped working. As if, as one nurse recounts, someone or something, did not want them to save his life.

After 15 minutes or so, his grip released slightly and she was able to get her hand out. Her mother turned pale and was frozen. Her tears fell like feathers from her eyes. Her husband was dead. Not only dead the daughter recalls, but 'taken'. Taken by a "Unwanted Saint."

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