I Will Not Be Silenced!

"...Go ye, and tell that fox, behold, I cast out devils, and do cures today and tomorrow, and the third day I shall be perfected." Luke 13:32

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

I'm So Glad (Trouble Don't Last Always) By Sam Cooke & The Soul Stirrers

This is just one of the 45s granddaddy would have stacked on his record player, a quarter taped to the needle handle to keep the needle from skipping.

We  did not have a television but we had plenty of entertainment.  Sometimes granddaddy would play his "git-tar" or some one would play the harmonica.  We had electricity , but no running water.  Well, you could run to the pump and pump some.

My first grown up lesson was to master the agility needed to take the rusty tin can, sitting on the pump stand, dip into the wooden bucket, pour down the pumps mouth, grab the pump handle, pump furiously , until the water you poured down the spout, suddenly regurgitated, spewing water from the top of the pump.  That was called "priming the pump".

A neat little cobble stone walkway lead from granddaddy's screened in back porch to the pump, shaded by a "China-berry" tree, nestled in a mountain of mint julip.

I was excellent as a "pump primer".  To this day I can still taste that delicious, ice cold well water.

We were two little brown curly haired children. Very bright, very intelligent , unusually obedient.  We loved our granddaddy.  Followed him around like two lost puppies.  I must admit I never knew what  a chair was.  I was granddaddy's "lap baby".  If he sat down, I sat on him, sat in his lap, hugged his neck, put my little puggy fingers in his mouth to retrieve the "bubble" he had to blow for me.

I was a granddaddy's girl.  Our spirits were in sink.  He was a good man.  He loved and sacrificed for his family.  He was in covenant with GOD.  For what ever reason he was plagued with a great deal of tragedy.  A loveless marriage, a pretty worthless fresh-out- of- slavery family, that he had to care for and bury, a murdered son, a son that murdered and THAT DAUGHTER!

My granddaddy tried, all to no avail.  I still cry.  That woman lived for 87years as a complete Reprobate!

What kind of mind can murder and mutilate small animals? rape and molest small children, beat, brutalize, try to coerce into captivity? Preach on Sunday? Litter the church with "dust", hide unbridled hatred, envy and jealousy?

That is a reprobate mind children.  GOD told us that He will release us over to a reprobate mind for committing sins that are "unseemly".  "Unseemly" must be INCEST, MURDER, SORCERY, and just "low lifededness in general"

I never knew that I would be glad, actually happy that my mother hated me.  But I am!  I know one thing, to STAND!  If satan gets after you, is hounding you, hunting you.  Wearing your mother's body, just STAND!  PUT ON THE WHOLE ARMOR OF GOD AND STAND!

GOD will fight your battle.  He will open your eyes!  He will take your blinders off.

Remember;"Apart from Christ we are nothing."

[Excerpt from TE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES   December 3, 2014  All rights reserved.]

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