and they receive you not, shake the dust off your feet!" That's what Jesus said. That's what He told me.
Do know that many will not receive you. They will not receive you because they hate you. They hate Christ, GOD and all goodness. They are determined to win . They are mentally ill, hopelessly lost. Blind, deaf, crippled and crazy.
"Shun them!" They will slither up to you, cooing and schmoozing. Confident in their cunning lies and demonic deception. They are actually proud to be disciples of the devil. They look upon their minor success as "winning".
Anything they have more than you is viewed as a victory by them. " I live in a two story partial brick house! I drive a Cadillac! I have more fine clothes than I can wear! My skin is light bright and damn near white! I have "good" hair, not a nap in it. I have a license to preach! I have fooled almost everyone for 88 years!"
They smile slyly with porcelain white teeth. Their neck is stiff, their resolve defiant. "Never!" they scream. "I will NEVER Repent!...you dummies never caught me! I Am A PREACHER! I Fooled GOD!!! THAT LITTLE BLACK B**** IS A LIAR!!!"
Daring GOD to take her life she continues to live in sick deceit. It is not her. She didn't do those things. "You are CRAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY! Don't you f**************** piss on my grave when I'm dead. I HAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEE YOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUU! You lying! You lying! You jealous! You black! You ignut! You ain't got no sense! You no sense-ED! You ain't nevah had no sense! You a fool! You ain't S***!"
So here we are, eight days before the the 34th anniversary of that awful day. Thirty-four years ago I was too terrified to tell the truth. Thirty-four years ago I was horrified, mortified by fear and self-loathing.
By the Grace of Almighty GOD I kept living, kept surviving, kept remembering. Day by day for thirty-four years I have slowly pieced this horrendous puzzle together. It is sickening and so unnecessary. But it is so real.
Jerome Walters took the same seat for years and years. We attended Wesley Chapel A.M.E. Zion Chapel. A beautiful red brick church with a bell tower sat right on highway 301. They tell me that my great grandparents helped to establish that church.
Jerome Walters, a tall handsome "Indian" sat in the exact same spot every single Sunday. He sat in the same chair, a wooden straight chair with a lattice bottom. He always leaned back on the back two legs. Was perfectly balanced, miraculously never fell.
He prayed. He prayed the greatest prayers I ever heard. He was an eloquent orator, a brilliant Bible scholar. He prayed for us. He prayed for me. He loved us. No greater love have I every known.
You Will Not MURDER HIS NAME! You Will Not Steal His Legacy!
So you successfully took his life. So you think. You did NOT take his life. He gave it. He was ready to go. He was beleaguered. He was tired of being hell hacked and tortured by you.
So that's your legacy; being a horrid demonic root working cunning sly reprobate serpent your whole life. Robbing your children of every dream and happiness. So that makes you feel good. That's what makes you happy, fooling, hoodwinking, robbing, raping, lying and faking.
You Will NOT Wear JEROME WALTER'S Mantel. YOU ARE NOT WORTHY!
So you won't repent. You absolutely refuse! Stay under that rock! Slither back there. Stay there!
GOD's Truth will never change for You. I will never change or lie for you! I will never pretend that you didn't do the awful things you did and are still doing.
I Will NOT Shut UP!!! I Am telling the Whole World! Just like I Promised You When I Was Eight Years Old!
Granddaddy used to tell you:"The truth will make you fighting mad or shouting glad!"
I am shouting glad today. PTL!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you, cloak you and keep you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Saturday, February 2, 2013
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