"Tell tale" signs

What do I mean by "Tell tale" signs?  Stories or events that point to GOD's Gospel Truth.

I heard the expression before I could reason.  I am sure I heard it before I could form a sentence.  The phrase was "Common as bat S***!" As time passed I realized that every one was talking about "Mathy Jane", my mother.  I call her that because for the first four years of my life that is what I called her.

It was my granddaddy that informed me "Mathy Jane is yo' mama ... and I'm yo' granddaddy ... call me granddaddy ... not daddy."

I didn't know too much about this woman for the first four years of my life. (Thank GOD)  She was in and out, loud and flashy, flamboyant and flighty.  There were times she bought me gifts.  Patent leather shoes with six sets of straps, panties with ruffles and crinoline slips. Some times she would paint my "foot nails" at my request.  I remember she taught me to snap my fingers to some bluesy music.

I can't say I remember too many good times with Mathy Jane.  I do remember her violent temper and vulgar cussing.  I don't remember her ever hugging or kissing me.  No, not once in my life.  I remember that she loved to pick at me.  Loved to bring tears to my eyes.  She hated me because my grandfather loved me.  She hated my grandfather because he loved me.  She didn't love me and she tried to make damn sure no one else did.

Now you must imagine that it is very difficult to be a sick demonic creep that worships at the feet of satan while trying to pretend to be Mother Teresa.  Saved, sanctified and satanic just don't go together.  It is like trying to mix oil and water.  It can't be done.  Somebody is finally going to figure you out.  Someone is going to gain the courage to expose you.  And Almighty GOD is going to let you live long enough to reap what you sowed.  "You might get by but you won't get away."

Back to being "common as bat s***!"   It is true.  Every word is true, poor woman.  Carnal, without discretion.  Selfish and heartless.  Void of a conscious. No empathy or sympathy for any one.

I can understand all that but I will never understand all the plotting.   All the attempts to destroy GOD's children and His WORD.  You can't do it.  It can't be done.

There is no point in asking you why you did what you did.  Every thing you ever did was ridiculous, cruel and unnecessary.  But I must ask you about Duchess.  You remember Duchess the pedigreed German Shepard puppy granddaddy bought for *Sam.

That puppy replaced the ten speed Swinn bicycle granddaddy bought *Sam that you had someone steal.  Don't pretend you forgot.  I was fourteen, *Sam was fifteen.  *Sam always wanted a nice bicycle and one day granddaddy surprised him with one.   You went into a rage and  would not let *Sam leave it in the storage room while we were out of town.  We were on our way to Philadelphia!

You made him leave it Outside! in the rain, in the elements.  Of course someone stole it!  I'll never forget your purr, your siren; "I didn't know dese n***** wud steal lak daat *Sam...I thought it wuz lak when we lived on post, lak Ft. Bragg."

You lying s***!  You just didn't want to see him happy!  You were determined to make him suffer! You were bent on making us all suffer!

So granddaddy went out and bought him a very expensive pedigreed dog to replace the bike.  Duchess was beautiful and brilliant.  *Sam taught her to do all kinds of tricks.  She could fetch, open the door, shake your hand, count.  I used to call her Rin-tin-tin.

She couldn't get her own shots though.  *Sam used to beg you every day to take her to get her shots.  You refused, played stupid.  She died of the worse case of distemper I every witnessed.  You came around purring again with your please forgive me "I didn't know no bedder." tried and true sorry sloppy "I'm just a dumb 'ho" lame a** excuse again.

We grew used to your always playing the simple coon when you got in trouble.  There were many times in my life that I truly hated you and that was one of them.  You are not that stupid! But, you are that wicked.  I see where one of my brother's lost his house in a fire.  I know you are pumping him for all of the details so you can betray him again.  You think he is blind and simple.  You don't think he will ever catch on to your madness.

I assure you, one day he will finally see through you, will finally catch on like I  did.  How many of his pets did you kill?  My poor little brother; "Gwen ... she killed another one."  Poor little boy losing all his puppies, dogs and cats to "accidents".

You know better and knew better.  You are nothing but a common jealous harlot.  There is no good in you.  If you had one single cell of decency in you, you would release my brothers from your demonic grip.  You would confess your sins and give what is left of your miserable life to Christ.

Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ we 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)