"No cross, No crown"

"Pick up your cross daily."  Jesus, your LORD and Savior bared a cross for you.  How can we be so selfish and self-centered? How can we live in GOD's beautiful world and not care, not be concerned with the plight of others?

I know full well what my cross is.  The Dear LORD Almighty has anointed and appointed me to preach the Gospel Truth, to save our children.  All of our children are in mortal danger! For years I have blogged attempting to warn the public of vile pedophiles that dupe us into believing they are something they are not.

I know that many people do not care to know my truth because it is so painful.  Well, if it is too painful and depressing for you to know,  what about me?  What about the perhaps billions of children that are sacrificed daily for some selfish heinous demon's pleasure?

Don't you dare think nothing like what happened to me could ever happen in your family.  You better be careful.  Don't trust someone because they are "family".  These ravenous demons are delighted that you trust them.

Why do they target children?  Children don't usually tell.  They just grow up to be scarred miserable adults.   Some repeat the patterns of abuse.

I must tell! GOD compels me to tell.   Our children are in peril!  The world walks around deaf and dumb.  Look into the eyes of our children pleading for help.  Listen to someone that has been victimized by the cruelest abomination that ever lived.

You won't hide in GOD's church!  GOD snatched your robe off!  He took my blinders off.  Praise the LORD!

I was in the fifth grade, attending Murray Elementary School on Honeycutt Road on the post (Fort Bragg, North Carolina).  My teacher asked me for a note or some form which required a parent's signature.  I had left mine at home evidently.  She demanded that I go home that very minute to get it.  The minute her request registered in my mine I was terrified.  No one was at home except for my stepfather.  My mother was at work and all my brothers were in school.  He was a pervert.  He had violated me many times since I met him at age four.  I learned early how to circumnavigate him.  To never be at home alone with him.  I wasn't about to  walk home in the afternoon to be his prey, his afternoon delight.

I screamed, cried and begged the teacher to not make me go.  In my desperation I blurted out to my teacher and my entire firth grade class that my stepfather "touched" me.  "Please don't make me go.  I promise to bring the paper tomorrow!"  I will never forget.  She refused to listen.  My hysterics meant nothing to her.

She was beautiful and white, 99% of my class was white.  Did the color of my skin make them oblivious to my pain?  Did my teacher think that all black men were perverts and this was just par for the course?

Yes, she made me go and he did molest me.  I will never forgot it.  Some how I knew my mother was behind it, just as guilty.  Now I know that she was always the orchestrator.  The "brains" behind their collective perversion.

He is long since dead, died in 1990, at age 60.  She is still living, still lying, at age 88.  Well she will be 88 in October.  This poor confused woman made us believe keeping her hideous secrets was some form of loyalty or love due her.

Growing up she was always up to some "sickness".  She forced us to look the other way or just remain mum.  "Don't you black a** n****** tell a muthaf****** thang dat go on in dis house!"  Of course we didn't.  We didn't want to get cussed out or badly beaten.  She was always right.  We were worthless and the proverbial taunt; "You can't win for the fix you in! I can't lose for the stuff I use!" ricocheted in my ears every day.

I came to tell you, yes, you can lose Mathy Jane.  You lost big time! The word is Patricide - the act of murdering one's father.  Even you have to admit that is pretty low.  I forgive you and pray for you.  For 88 years you have always gravitated to the lowest, vilest acts.  I don't know why.  You probably don't know either.

This blog is no longer for you.  It is rather apparent that you are never going to humble yourself, come to the throne of grace.  Your poor little mind would rather pretend.  But, you life has done wonders for me and I am sure that it will be a blessing for many that are headed down that same wrong road.

Give GOD your hand and your heart. Do know that Book is your GPS, your guide.  Make sure you never let any one or anything separate you from the love of GOD.  Don't let evil imps use or recruit you.  Pray for strength and deliverance from evil.

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)