Re: Struthers Memorial Independent Pentecostal Church
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SpyderHunter
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Date: May 01, 2025 05:44PM
Hi all, Esme’s cousin here. Sharing this email I got from Esme yesterday.God's grace.
I’m SHAKING like a leaf, cos the Spiders’ web is after ME! YUK, my heart’s racing, and I’m in HIDING! Heard it from a pal in Glasgow last night, 600 souls whispering like ghosts. The SMC loyalists, with their pitchforks out, are hunting me for spilling the tea on Alison Spiers, our Horror Minister! And get this—some big-shot men are messaging me, calling me out for a “DUEL AT DAWN”! A duel? What is this, a cowboy film? Spider must’ve sprinkled her fairy dust on their brains! But I ain’t scared, cos Jesus makes me FREE, and I’m dodging their webs. Pass on your well wishes, cos I’m laying low, but I gotta share this TALE of Spiers’ evil ways at camp. Oh, and Largs? Your carrier pigeon’s coming with an ULTIMATUM to ditch that Rash!
So, picture me, hiding in a mate’s attic, checking my phone, and BOOM—messages from *redacted*, all “Esme, you’ve slandered the Lord’s anointed! Meet me at dawn!” *redacted* chimes in, “You’re a rebel, face me like a man!” And *redacted*, that wee parrot, types, “Struthers will CRUSH you!” Crush me? Yawn, boys, get a life! I bet Spiers put ‘em up to it, cos she’s fuming I told the world about her “break to my will” tosh. My pal says they’re prowling Glasgow, asking, “Where’s Esme?” Ha, good luck, cos I’m sneakier than a fox, and God’s got my back!
But let’s rewind, cos this duel nonsense reminds me of a CAMP HORROR at Cedars, back when Spiers’ temper was hotter than hellfire. Summer camp, Biggar, all us kids thinking, “Yay, pond dunking!” Nope, it was Spiers’ stage for EVIL. Picture this: we’re at the meeting hall, and Spiers is preaching, BANG, BANG, BANG on the lectern, screaming, “FILTH IN THIS CAMP!” Her face is red, eyes bulging, cos—get this—Flo Bu brought a RADIO. A radio! Flo’s just humming a tune, and Spiers loses it. “MUSIC IS SIN!” she roars, snatching it and SMASHING it on the floor. Flo’s stunned, and Lamb Chops—Lorna, the nasty duplicate—giggles, “Rebel!” Spiers points at Flo, “VESTRY, NOW!”
So, off to the vestry we go, cos Spiers says it’s a “group lesson.” Me, Flo, and poor Amy are dragged in, and Preeeecious Eeeelaine’s there, smirking like a hyena. Spiers screams, “YOU’RE ALL FILTHY, FILTHY, FILTHY!” then Spiers turns to me, “Esme, you’re a LOST CAUSE!” and Hyde’s like, “More vestry, Guru!” I shut my eyes, thinking Wind in the Willows, cos Spiers’ yelling in tongues is bursting my ears. Amy’s crying, cos Lorna blamed her for the radio, and Spiers says, “Amy, you’re CURSED!” That’s Spiers’ temper—nasty, cruel, and straight from the devil, not Jesus!
Back at camp, Spiers bans the midnight feast, but orders curries for her, Lamb Chops, and Hyde. Us kids? We get bread and water, cos “servitude builds character.” Janice Henderson’s nodding, all “Godly, Godly,” but even she looks hungry. Andy and Rhian try to sneak us food, but Lorna snitches, and Spiers screams, “REBELLION!” Andy’s fuming, tells Spiers, “You’re starving kids!” but she smirks, “Break to my will, Andy.” Yuk, yuk, yuk, I wanted to PUKE! That camp was no holiday—it was Spiers’ torture fest, with Cedars’ rules: scrub toilets, no music, and “break, break, break” or else!
Now, fast-forward to today, and I’m dodging calls for a “duel” while Spiers prances in Largs, preaching at the Church of the Nazarene. But guess what? We’re fighting back! My pals are sending a CARRIER PIGEON to Largs, with an ULTIMATUM: “Ditch Spiers or face the truth!” It’s got diary pages, screenshots, and a list of her scams: church funds, pensions, “rising star” fees. Sarah T and Mike L, new Largs folks, are reading it, and Janice? She’s wobbling, cos Hyde’s hogging Spiers’ attention. Trouble in precious land! Fiona and Jay are still funding Spiers’ Inverkip den, but the web’s unraveling, folks!
I’m in hiding, but I’m WELL, cos God’s bigger than Spiers’ tantrums. Them duel-crazy goons? They’re just parrots, squawking for a washed-up Rash. Largs, kick Spiers out, cos she’s no minister—she’s a BULLY, and her fairy dust is FAKE. Christ is Risen, and I’m FREE, FREE, FREE, even if I’m ducking pitchforks.
But, Lord, please save Largs from this WEB. And send my love.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 05/01/2025 05:46PM by SpyderHunter.