Jesus, Lord help me! I can’t believe it!”
Forty-two-year-old single woman and church missionary Joy Karry sucked her teeth then took a deep breath to keep from cussing. The curly red wig she’d worn to work as maintenance supervisor at the Pelzer, South Carolina, police precinct flopped about her chubby dark brown cheeks.
As she hustled down the empty second-floor hallway, Joy’s two hundred pounds of dark flesh jiggled on her five-foot-one frame. She took up from where she’d begun moments ago, spewing loud angry words, not caring who heard them.
“Ten years of cleaning toilets and these demons gonna lay me off. Homicide and robbery done already lay off my cousin Patience and now today, me! Enough of this crap!”
Five minutes later, Joy barreled through the back door and exited to the precinct’s employee parking lot. Eyes blazing, head down like a raging bull, she rushed toward two of the precincts detectives, Blake and Johnson. By the way they quickly dropped their heads and moved to the side, she knew they’d already heard her bad news.
“Don’t do it, Miss Joy!” said a voice.
Before Joy could spin around to see who’d called out, she heard it add, “Your godson ain’t on duty today, so you might wanna check that temper.”
Both Blake and Johnson turned quickly and headed back inside. The mention of her second cousin and godson’s name, Detective Percy LaPierre, one of Pelzer’s most admired and respected detectives, had stopped her in her tracks.
“Thank you, Jesus.” She’d forgotten her hands weren’t empty. She’d already pulled the cap off a bottle of bleach and was holding onto a sharp gum scraper. There was only about a yard between her and the car belonging to the head of human resources. “Jesus, if You don’t continue to help me, I’m going back inside in handcuffs. Now I ain’t got a job and no bail money.”
Joy quickly discarded the bottle and the gum scraper. Climbing into her 2008 Toyota RAV4, she began praying. “Father God, I ain’t looking for no turning-water-into-wine miracles. I need you to help me squeeze twenty-five cents out of a nickel. Patience laid-off yesterday and now me, Lord. Neither me nor Patience got husbands—our choice of course, but now the Devil done barged into our lives uninvited.”
Joy drove home slowly, going out of her way to allow her time to think. “Lord, I guess me and Patience gonna do what we always do. We just gonna praise You. At least we ain’t gotta pay to do that.”
Just as Joy pulled into her driveway, she noticed a flyer stuck to her mailbox with a large headline that read: A Prophetic Return to Wealth. God’s Grace is Sufficient and Salvation is Free…
She stuffed the flyer into her pocketbook. Free is a good thing, she thought. Most of the time free costs too much. It would have to wait until she delivered the bad news to Patience.
About the Book
They'd been laid off, they're broke, and their faith is really being tried. But dedicated Mount Kneel Down Church members Patience Kash and Joy Karry figure now is the perfect time to pursue their other true calling--becoming private detectives. And if that means putting up with their thug-wannabe cousin Porky's delusions while hilariously interfering with their famous detective godson Percy's investigations, it's still a heaven-sent opportunity to hear all the town dirt and find customers...
When a thief steals the prized family Bible right out from under Porky's nose and church funds are missing on Patience's watch, these sisters-in-God find themselves sleuthing out the strangest family and church secrets--and up against someone more than ready to send them to their heavenly reward. Now, they'll need their most inspired hunches, their not-real-fierce dog Felony, and their license-to-missionary to uncover the truth and crack this holy case...
They don't have a clue but they've got plenty of faith!!!
About the Author
Pat G’Orge-Walker is in a league of her own. This accomplished Christian author and comedienne has an amazing mind and talent for turning her observations of church life into gems of sidesplitting humor. It is her own special gift from God that enables her to depict the often ridiculous antics of church folk without subverting the Good News or watering down the potency of its message.
Pat’s comedic gifts range from a southern folk humor laden with parables to an intelligent wit that appeals to a wide-variety of audiences. Her gift as a storyteller has attracted a diverse and loyal fan base. Moreover, she is a captivating speaker who is as every bit as poignant as she is funny.
Pat G’Orge-Walker has paid a high price for the ever-present smile on her face. This Mt. Vernon, New York PK (preacher’s kid) has survived a raging house fire; a violent assault; a car crash that mangled her body and a viral infection that left her temporarily blinded. Through it all, Pat quietly soaked in material from her father’s Baptist congregation and her mother’s Pentecostal assembly to create the stories that keep readers and audiences howling with laughter.
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Rating 5 stars
The First Lady of Gospel Comedy and Fiction is back with another installment of the hilarious Sister Betty Series. Faith. Crazy characters. Comedy. These are all a combination for a book that will not only warm your heart but will set your book shelf on fire. G'Orge writes with such clarity and humor that even that novel reader will instantly fall in love. With good humor, and enjoyable characters this series is one that I will never forget.
Holy Mayhem is about family values, loving ones church and solving cases. This was an interesting book with colorful characters. The author does a wonderful job creating relatable characters that will remind readers of their own family members. Pat G'Orge is one writer that will be remembered forever for warming our hearts and delivering a classic tale from the heart.