Now that's love

The Bible warns us that some will not have natural affection.  They will be rendered incapable of natural love.  GOD's WORD clearly details the cause of a reprobate mind.  GOD will release you over to a reprobate mind for certain acts, for disobedience.  It is so true.

I know that my grandfather was a good man.  He was in covenant with GOD.  He was a committed Christian.  I know this for a fact.  I know he loved me and I loved him.  I have no bad memories of my grandfather, not one.  He was always kind, he was always wise.  Everything he advised me to do turned into an honorable blessing.

When I look back over his life, the hardships he experienced, I cry.

He was a brilliant tall handsome man.   Somehow President Obama reminds me of him.  Both tall, slim and regal.  They have that same intense look in their eyes.  I can tell that President Obama loves his family.  He loves his wife and kids.

My grandfather loved his family, sacrificed his whole life for them.  He was not able to go to school, to get a formal education.  But, he wanted his children to, his grandchildren.  He provided for his family.  He left sixty-five acres of prime land, sitting on I-95, with a big rambling ranch style house, a man-made lake, complete with vineyards and orchards. ( Well two huge grapevines, apple, peach, pear, and pecan trees.)  He did his part.  A good man leaves an inheritance for his children, his children's children.  He did that.

The best thing he left me was wisdom and an example of a true Christian life.

He loved his children, all of them.  He loved his grandchildren.  If he were here today he would have a lot to say to his great, and great-great grandchildren.  He would tell them about love.  He would tell them to live right.

My grandfather's oldest son was murdered.  Some say murdered, some say accidentally shot to death.  He was only sixteen and the bullet from Bruce Jacob's gun struck him in the aorta and he bleed to death in my grandfather's arms.  His friend, Mr. Jerry McLean put them in his new Packard and he was speeding down highway 301, headed for the hospital when he died.

Can you imagine your young son, in the prime of his life, bleeding to death in your arms?  Have mercy Jesus!   My grandfather, Jerome Walters, sure had his season of sorrow.

They say that my uncle Junior was tall and handsome just like my grandfather.  They say that he was smart, well mannered, a gentleman.  He was walking past Mr. Jacobs house, on his way to set up a crystal (radio) for a friend of the family when the gun went off.  (February 10, 1939.  Pay attention to that date)

No, the bullet wasn't meant for him.  But, he died anyway.  Someone had disrespected Mr. Jacobs house.  Some drunk nigga had run in his house, acting the fool.  Mr. Jacobs grabbed his gun, his mother grabbed his arm, causing the bullet to go astray.  Mr. Jacobs said that he only intended to fire a warning shot at the "no-count-nigga".

I don't know the full truth.  I may never know.   I know the passing of his eldest son broke his heart.  I know he told me that he felt like walking directly into the path of a bus when the trial ended.

I know that's love.  That is natural love.  And if you have it, if you have that ability, that GOD given ability to love naturally, you better thank GOD.