Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Lou Rawls and the Pilgrim Travelers - Poor Pilgrim Of Sorrow (1962)
I have heard a city called Heaven! PTL!
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.]
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.]
Naw, it taint magic ...
hit bedder dan magic. Man ain't got nuttin' close to dis. It's the Holy Ghost chile! When Almighty GAWD put hiz fanger in sump tin!….you bedder look out! You bedder git out duh way!
GAWD seed you two stanking buzzards! He knowed whut you wuz doing all the time.
"Let you do it!" GAWD ain't let you do nuttin'! ... and He sho' didn't make you do it. See GAWD can use yo' misled, missed opportunity , hard headed, rebellious, reprobate life, to show others what can happen to'um if dey ignut and hard headed lak you.
GOD is doing a new thing. The locust are fleeing hell to menace one last time because they know their time is at hand.
Keep the faith children. Jesus will fit it! I know!
We all failed to stand up to Mathy (Moth-ee) and you can clearly see the awful effects. Attention all kit and kin, now is the time to reverse this generational curse. You really need to acknowledge the fact that she was a demon possessed disturbed woman and that she hated you just as much as she hated me.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 3, 2014 All rights reserved.]
GAWD seed you two stanking buzzards! He knowed whut you wuz doing all the time.
"Let you do it!" GAWD ain't let you do nuttin'! ... and He sho' didn't make you do it. See GAWD can use yo' misled, missed opportunity , hard headed, rebellious, reprobate life, to show others what can happen to'um if dey ignut and hard headed lak you.
GOD is doing a new thing. The locust are fleeing hell to menace one last time because they know their time is at hand.
Keep the faith children. Jesus will fit it! I know!
We all failed to stand up to Mathy (Moth-ee) and you can clearly see the awful effects. Attention all kit and kin, now is the time to reverse this generational curse. You really need to acknowledge the fact that she was a demon possessed disturbed woman and that she hated you just as much as she hated me.
[Excerpt from THE JR WALTERS CHRONICLES December 3, 2014 All rights reserved.]
Sounds Of Blackness - Hold On (Change Is Comin')
Now, those two buzzards had to know that we were going to catch on eventually. They had too!
Praise the LORD for the Martha Jane Walters Experience! "GOD knows what I need!"
Praise the LORD for the Martha Jane Walters Experience! "GOD knows what I need!"
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
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