Martha went off the deep end. She became too delusional, too demonic, too insanely jealous, too common (incest), brutal, savage, a pathological liar, a MURDERER, a menace to society. Something GOD said He released over to a reprobate mind.
When GOD releases you, He lets go of you! You will become a foul, filthy common beast! Your carnal primitive nature will over take and consume you. You will become something that you are ashamed of, your family will become so ashamed, they try to pretend you are , what ever you say you are, on any given day. (Just so they don't have to fight with you, argue, cry, get insulted, get their feelings hurt, get "rooted" and most of all have to feel you roaring unnatural vile hatred staring at them, burning a hole in them from where ever you are).
Hatred that you should have had the courage to direct at your common self, instead of constantly blaming others.
That "preacher lie" satisfied us all, made us all feel "some what safe" around you.
That "preacher ruse" was so disrespectful to GOD. She did dare to entertain, to tickle the ears of her horde of admirers, by mocking GOD!
GOD said No!
GOD's Divine Order is awesome! No wonder granddaddy introduced me to the book of Proverbs at age eight.
"He that hideth hatred with lying lips and uttereth a slander is a fool." That was my mother alright, a blithering idiot! Living in a brick hut, driving a brand new Cadillac. Feeding us "grits and grease", sacrificing us, so she could profile and look good on a permanent entry level GS-4 level secretarial job.
Refusing to live in the free home and 65 acres of land her father gave her. Land just 12 miles away.
Why? "I hate 'dem Wade *******! "Dem talkin' ********!"
Obviously Martha was running away from something very bad. Something every one in Wade knew. She was a rebellious hell raising, always in trouble, stop-everything-and-rescue-me-NOW, teenager, that never grew up.
Martha's constant, perennial drama took up all of our time. You learned to keep your mouth shut, to see and not see. Martha had a right to every scam she dreamed up, after all, how could she help herself? It was her victims' fault, they should not have loved her.
Martha's love was for sale, never for keeps. But, to pull that "'ho, slut mentality" on your own sons, to refuse to release them from the torturous of the "mind f***ing" she did deliberately enslave them with.
Martha could have let go, eased her demonic grip. She could have come clean. She could have confessed. Was she too ignorant or too wicked?
"Only a fool hideth hatred with lying lips." That was Martha. But the hatred she held for me was very visible, actually obvious. Why did I refuse to see it? Why did I pretend that I didn't see it or that it didn't really matter? Was I conditioned? Caught up in a perennial hope that never came? Was I too a victim of her flirting, cat- and- mouse game? Or was it the best I could ever hope for? Was my mother the best I had? No!
No, indeed, when compared to the love I received from my grandfather, 180 degrees, diametrically opposed!
It was some kind of sick game to her. Constantly mystifying me with sheer cruelty. Like using my bath cloth to wipe her behind. It is like Martha was perverted, knew she was perverted, enjoyed her perversions. But hated GOD for labeling things she liked, loved and lusted after, as perverted. So, Mathy, just like the bully sadist she was, was going to punish you and attempt to make you (me) the pervert she was. So she could in turn, laugh at you and put your name "on the highway".
As I look back over Martha's perversion, I see a pattern of fascination with fecal matter. Smearing a neighbor's door with it to make her move. The hot soapy enemas, sending me a filthy vitriolic laced letter, she wiped her behind in.
Only a primitive fool would attempt to work "roots" and preach! And only a piss ant dimwit would attempt to hide or cloak such an abomination!
Again, I am reminded of the fact that we are saved by Grace. I am so glad Grace came in my mother's bedroom when I was five and permitted me to have sense enough to run for my life! ( I was only five years old!!!)
May those two unrepentant buzzards rot in hell for eternity!
Dear LORD I thank you for your WORD! Thank you for placing Jerome Walters in my life. Thank you for his wisdom, his faith, his anointing!
"No weapon formed against me shall prosper."
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