"Honor thy Father and Mother!"

For sure! This is a commandment.  "Honor thy father and mother; (which is the first commandment with promise) That it may be well with thee, and thou mayest live long on the earth.' (Ephesians 6:2-3)  No doubt, that is an excellent admonition.  But, let's not neglect a very important part.  "Parents provoke not your children to wrath less they become discouraged." (Colossians 3:21)   "And ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the LORD." (Ephesians 6:4)

"Ladies" you can not be a neglectful, abusive, sadistic mother and demand to be honored because you have forced your victims to call you mother.  Come out from behind that rock Mathy!  You know better.  You preached the sermon and you bragged about it.

"I was invited to be the guest speaker for the Mother's Day luncheon.  I took my props you know.  I had my cabbage patch doll.  I told them the story  .......(ya da ya da) take the baby and nurture it for me and I will pay you your wages."

The fact that you preached these words means that you know better.  You know full well you have not earned any wages.  My brother became a medical doctor and could not enjoy his own graduation for you begging and demanding. "XXX, I want you to buy me a house, a brand new Cadillac and a mink coat."

It has always been "me-me-me" with you.  You didn't send or give him one red cent in college or medical school.  True, you did sneak and buy him an old car.  (He couldn't tell me because I would have felt slighted)
What's with you always making us keep secrets?  You pretending that we are the chosen ones, your one golden child.  Keeping us separate, divided.  Promoting jealousy and suspicion.   "You know I can't stand dem begging n******.  They only come tuh see me when dey need sumptin' or begging and stealing.  I don't want them damn black a** n**** in my house. Dey don't love me lak you do."

When you are a good mother, a good parent, you don't have to be two-faced, you don't have to be phony and manipulative.  You don't have to lie and put on a show.  You don't have to hate or be jealous.

The fact is, you have to be honest and forth right.  There is no getting around it.  You can't win.  "Know ye the Truth!"

The sad fact is there are so many mothers like you.  We all see them everyday.  Women dressed to the nines and their little children ragged, snotty nosed and unkempt.   You can see the neglect in their sad little eyes.

Didn't you know that you would be found out?  You preached it!  Tomorrow is Father's Day.  GOD gifted you with the greatest, wisest, loving Christian father a daughter could have.  You holler; "Honor thy father and mother!" the loudest.

Come on now, when are you going to come clean?  A lie can't live forever.  Are you willing to spend eternity roasting in hell before you will humble yourself before the LORD and ask for forgiveness? Really?  Are you that stubborn, that lost?

You know why your sons will not say a word against you.  You instilled devastating fear.  You were no more than a savage ignorant brute.  I am intrigued by my own story.  I am amazed how you could behave like the loving protective mother in front of people but revert to the sickest sadistic monster just as soon as their backs were turned.

GOD is telling me that you knew all the time.  That you confused treachery and sadism with intelligence, cruelty with courage.  You always demanded to be the smartest, the prettiest.  You demanded to be worshiped.  It's funny, Cinderella was one of my favorite fairy tales.  I likened  myself to her.  I was a modern day black Cinderella.  You were my evil stepsisters.  Yes, stepsisters, because you had so many different personalities.  Each one more evil than the last.

So, you don't like me talking about you.  You said that I remember too much and should shut up; "jest git ova' it!"  Well I can't.  How can a person get over 62 years of clandestine covert and overt abuse over night?

True, I knew all the time but I was frozen in fear and disbelief.  True, I talk to you and talk about you every day.  There is not a day that passes that I don't find myself crying or cursing over some horrible act you committed against me or my siblings, or some family member or friend.

No! you must be talked about.  You must be known to the world.  The Holy Ghost compels me to tell this story.   If you didn't want me to tell it, you should not have done it.  Or at least known when to stop.  The fact is you are still a practicing "Root Worker" right now.  This very minute you are seething with anger and contempt.  You hate GOD! Mad as hell that your daddy was right.  Mad as hell with me for being stupid enough to listen to him.  Well, miss mam, I had to gravitate to my grandfather because you certainly rebuked, rebuffed and ridiculed me.

But, look at the Goodness of GOD.  GOD is still waiting.  He is standing there in front of you with His hand out stretched.  Won't you come? Won't you finally confess?  Aren't you tired of living a life of sin?

Let that ignorance go and turn to Jesus.  Get on your knees, confess your sins.   Don't hate me because you are getting your "just and honest due".  Don't hate me because GOD is "righting all wrongs".  I didn't make this world and I sure didn't make myself.

I must laugh at the irony of our predicament.  You have stalked me for 62 years pretending that you love me with nothing but sabotage on your mind.  Since my birth you have attempted to block my blessings.  You successfully destroyed practically every piece of prose and poetry I ever wrote.  You destroyed my master's thesis.  All, to prevent me from becoming a published author because you blamed my birth for your lack of success.

Now look at me! Look at us! You gave me the most fascinating page turning book every written.  "To GOD be the Glory!"

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)