My grandfather would get excited, absolutely trilled, declared me a genius, anointed. On Sundays I stood on a little stool that elevated me enough to be seen by everyone in Wesley Chapel AMEZ Church in Wade, North Carolina.
I never had any idea this was not normal, not an everyday occurrence. A little girl standing before a church full of worshippers , sharing GOD's Word. I know now my church was well ahead of this world in the 50's. We had a female pastor, Rev. Ethel V. McIver. Yes, she was extremely long winded but, she was truly a woman of GOD. Never married, lived right, loved the LORD which was evidenced by the great improvements she brought to our little church.
No, the story does not end there. There was a fly in the ointment, a blowfly in the bone marrow, my birth mother , Martha Jane Walters. Do know my grandfather did everything in his power to help heal his wayward daughter. Unfortunately it was too late. She was a fallen woman too sorry to get up but wise and cunning enough to pretend.
What is the best thing I can say about my mother? Her extreme torture, her stealth like covert menacing , her constant never ending "root working" elevated me, increased my unshakeable faith.
GOD tells us not to mock (HIM). (HE) told us what is done in the dark shall surely come to light, to repent of our sins. Yes, my mother died laughing at me, at my medical doctor brother, my brilliant musician brother. At eighty-seven she felt she had finally accomplished her secret dreams. The poor foolish woman demanded to destroy us because she blamed us for embarrassing her. My beautiful "light bright, damn near white" mother had to bear the stain of whoredom because she had three illegitimate children and five abortions before she could trick the first man into marriage.
She is in her grave right now, rotting, unrepentant. Never got delivered although she preached for over fifty years. Why didn't she find salvation? Because she preached falsely.
"Come ye out from among them."
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