Sam Cooke Bring It On Home to Me lyrics

Pray! Pray! Pray every day! Never be too big to humble yourself and go down on your knees.

Do study that Bible.  Study that Book!  Please do no run to some "church" two or three times a week getting your ears tickled.  You don't know! Admit you don't know and seek the truth.

I was EIGHT! EIGHT YEARS OLD  and my grandfather had me reading the Bible like I was in Seminary.   I read Proverbs, tried to understand it.  I remember reading about foolish women that tear down their own houses.  Woman! Man! When you have sex with your own children you have destroyed your own house!   Sinner man, sinner woman,  there is no where to run to.

I fluctuate from anger to hatred, to debilitating confusion and depression.  I cry.  I break down paralyzed with pain remembering how my handsome brilliant brother never really "dated", never danced at a party.  That poor boy.  LORD help us.

Then I think about myself, three, four and five years old being viciously assaulted sexually.  It is bad.  It is bad as you think.  It is worse than you think when you realize it was your own "mother".

I read where some slave masters not only raped their own daughters, deliberated impregnated them , then  sold their babies.

"Man's inhumanity to man" is so  incredible it is impossible to fully grasp.  How can nearly eight billion people worry about the world when we each have our own personal demons to deal with?

"Work out your own soul salvation" was the advice my grandfather gave me.  I'm working it out and it does not involve cloaking for a closet demon because she preached, because I loved her.

"Come ye out from among them."