"GOD said It!"

GOD said It! and He can't lie!  He told you that you would not get off this planet covered. He sad;" ... what is done in the dark shall surely come to light."

I was around nineteen I suppose.  It was during the summer and my grandfather's niece Rachel from Philadelphia was visiting.  Cousin Rachel was a pain in the a**, but I liked her.  She was family and we were taught to be hospitable to family.  Lend them money, give them a place to live when needed, bail them out of jail, etc.

That is expected in my family to this very day.  If I call you from jail you better move heaven and earth to get me out.  I grew up thinking aiding people in trouble with the law was an unwritten but very much understood familial  obligation.

We didn't mind Rachel. But she had been with us a while.  I think she had worn out her welcome.

I can not recall the exact date of this event but I call it an episode.  Rachel was getting on my nerves.  Perhaps on all I nerves.  We did what we did best.  We talked about her, laughed about her behind her back.  Her husband *Dax was so cheap he pulled out his own teeth.  He sat down with a pair of pliers and pulled out all of his teeth, one by one.  We all had a good laugh, called him an idiot.

We were in the kitchen and cousin Rachel looked up on the refrigerator and said;"Whose Little Debbies are these?" Deliberately without giving anyone time to answer she declared; "I don'care whose dey are I'm eating them!"
One word led to another.  The next thing I knew I had a huge butcher knife pressed up against poor cousin Rachel's neck.  Words were coming out of me I didn't know were in me.

It was like invasion of the body snatchers.  Some black cloud engulfed me, ran through me.  It was disgusting!

I was fumbling down the narrow hallway in a confused daze when cousin Rachel blew by me with her suitcase in hand.  She ran past me to a waiting taxi-cab.

I managed to make it to my mother's bedroom.  She was laughing uproariously!  Seems she was testing out a new batch of "dust".  Her "goofer dust".  "Cousin ******** come by heah to get sumptin' to git rid of hur freeloading kinfolk ... I sprinkled some of my new dust in Rachel's suitcase.  Damn!  You made hur run otta heah lak a bat otta hell! ...he-he-he-he"

I didn't laugh.  I didn't think it was funny.  I felt violated but I could not explain it.  I could not explain why I reacted so ignorantly, so violently."

Martha knew.  Martha knows.  But GOD sent me to tell you that your dust is exactly that, nothing, dust, just plain old dirt.

Yes, you have enjoyed a long trifling life.  You have done the unthinkable over and over.  You let the devil make a fool out of you.

Save yourself! Save your children! Repent of your sins.  Give your soul to Christ.