Rest assured. I don't care what you have been trough or what you are going through, GOD is with you. He is right there leading and guiding you in the right direction.
Trust Him! Pray for Him to take all that fear and hatred away. Dare to love. Love your enemies.
True, you may have some enemies that you can not trust. Stay away from them, don't hate them. Do pray for them, do pity them.
I was in college, I think it was junior year. I came home to visit my grandfather. That was my custom. My school was only sixty miles away, in Greensboro, so I came home often to help my mother, to take care of my grandfather.
This particular time I drove home. One of her boyfriends let me keep his car. I drove to the VA where my grandfather was hospitalized for some ailment. He suffered with very bad health in his declining years.
I walked in the room and I was shocked! I saw something that shook me to my socks. My mother was standing there talking to my grandfather. She had on a white dress. One like those sanctified holiness sisters wear in church. She had on an old wig, a white turban and a hat.
There was no doubt. My poor mother had lost her absolute mind. She was reading her Bible and spouting scripture. I knew that she had finally completely lost it. Her young fine husband had left her, left her for good.
She deserved to be left because she was a fool. Violent, ignorant, vulgar, whorish, combative. He was much too young for her and he couldn't take it. We understood. We couldn't take it either. We did because we had no other choice. She was "ours". We were stuck with her.
She knew how to behave in front of people. No matter how insane she became we could never pin her mental illness down. An insane woman too smart, too clever to be caught "crazy".
I cried. I felt so sorry for her. I wanted to help her but I didn't know how. We all wanted to help her. My granddaddy tried to help her. We all failed.
My grandfather made me promise to always help her. He knew she was crazy. He knew something went way wrong many years ago.
It took me many, many years and a lot of heartbreak to figure her out. Demonic. Demonic plain and simple.
Jesus said from such stay away. I will stay away. But, I pray GOD's goodness and mercy. If you have a "fool" in your family don't let them run roughshod over you too long.
I know that GOD is working this out. Dear LORD may my entire family come to know your Gospel truth, trust you and love you and give up their awful shame.
Be abundantly blessed. Stay in His WORD children. Remember;"apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch,JEROME WALTERS)
Friday, September 28, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
"I pity the fool!"
That comment was made famous by Mr. T. The older I get the more I understand it. True I have had my share of pain in this world. But, don't we all. To live on this earth is to suffer. You can not have a pain free existence. Your fellowman will not let you.
I am a woman that has grieved her entire life. I sympathize with the "woman with an issue of blood". She was finally able to touch the "hem of His garment and was made whole".
I too touched the "hem of His garment and was made whole". In my excitement, in my joy I want everyone to be able to celebrate with me. I know that we all have to work out our own "salvation". Every one will not hear, can not hear.
There is a woman that I feel very sorry for. I truly pity her. She will not hear! It breaks my heart to see her suffer so. Needless pain because she refuses to listen. So many have suffered excruciating pain at her hands.
I know now that she suffered far worse than any of her victims. Selfish and greedy, lying and scheming, fornicating and working roots. Now she can't hold her head up. Is there a decent person on this earth that will receive her?
A man's word is his bond. When you prove to be nothing but a backstabbing lying conjuring murderer, where do you go? When you still refuse to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. When you demand to lie, bully and terrorize till your dying day. You better know that you will die alone. You will die without a loving GOD on your side.
That's sad. That makes me cry. I have cried a river a tears in my life. Most due to that woman that refuses to be corrected. Refuses to repent, to hear from GOD. A complete fool that only succeeded in fooling herself.
She successfully surrounded herself with victims too timid, too scarred and terrorized to ever tell her the truth. Like swarming vultures they wait to feed on her carcass. She is a skillful liar. She has nothing left to give. Always bragging about how much money she has, her great credit rating. Ask her for some of that money. She will make you grovel. It will be the most expensive dollar you ever got. The interest is too high.
I pity all GOD's children that still refuse to hear Him. I am in prayer for the stiffnecked today.
Be abundantly blessed.
I am a woman that has grieved her entire life. I sympathize with the "woman with an issue of blood". She was finally able to touch the "hem of His garment and was made whole".
I too touched the "hem of His garment and was made whole". In my excitement, in my joy I want everyone to be able to celebrate with me. I know that we all have to work out our own "salvation". Every one will not hear, can not hear.
There is a woman that I feel very sorry for. I truly pity her. She will not hear! It breaks my heart to see her suffer so. Needless pain because she refuses to listen. So many have suffered excruciating pain at her hands.
I know now that she suffered far worse than any of her victims. Selfish and greedy, lying and scheming, fornicating and working roots. Now she can't hold her head up. Is there a decent person on this earth that will receive her?
A man's word is his bond. When you prove to be nothing but a backstabbing lying conjuring murderer, where do you go? When you still refuse to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness. When you demand to lie, bully and terrorize till your dying day. You better know that you will die alone. You will die without a loving GOD on your side.
That's sad. That makes me cry. I have cried a river a tears in my life. Most due to that woman that refuses to be corrected. Refuses to repent, to hear from GOD. A complete fool that only succeeded in fooling herself.
She successfully surrounded herself with victims too timid, too scarred and terrorized to ever tell her the truth. Like swarming vultures they wait to feed on her carcass. She is a skillful liar. She has nothing left to give. Always bragging about how much money she has, her great credit rating. Ask her for some of that money. She will make you grovel. It will be the most expensive dollar you ever got. The interest is too high.
I pity all GOD's children that still refuse to hear Him. I am in prayer for the stiffnecked today.
Be abundantly blessed.
Only GOD can make ...
your Joy bell ring. Your collection of clothes, cars, gadgets and do-dads won't do it. Your multitudinous accolades, presumed degrees mean nothing. The hapless relatives that visit you toting balloons and flowers can't help.
It is GOD Almighty and GOD only. You can lie until you are blue in the face. You know that you are lying and you know exactly what you did and when you did it. You might not fully understand why you did it. But, you know you did it. You know that your hands are bloody and your heart is filthy.
I can not help but wonder, how many mothers are like you? How many women are possessed with a demonic spirit, enslaved by carnal lust, lead by psychotic envy and loathsome jealousy? You threw your rocks and hid your hand, always blaming the "man", racism, for my hard luck. You not only knew full well it was you, you enjoyed it. Celebrated every successful scheme.
Your horribly abused son managed to become a medical doctor. Scored among the highest in the nation on the MCAT. You couldn't have it. No one on this earth will ever out do you in anything. Not if you can slitter up to them to poison and destroy them. Not if you can use your feminine wilds to seduce and destroy. GOD said that your feet would be swift to run to mischief and they always have. Martha you are a jealous woman that "never" earned a college degree. It is not that you couldn't , you wouldn't. Yes, you have a worthless associates "degree" in secretarial science from Fayetteville State. You bragged about how you cheated in every course.
Notice, that "degree" didn't make your Joy bell ring. You were talked about for having so many children out of wedlock. So you snared a man. He was too short and too black for you. He certainly didn't make your Joy bell ring. Why did you sexually molest your own children? Were you bored? Is normal sex too tame for you? Or were you just trying to destroy? Were you trying to punish us, punish GOD?
Are you mad because you can't erase my memory? Or are you mad because I refuse to shut up? I'm telling it. I'M SCREAMING IT UNTIL SOMEBODY LISTENS.
One day some human beings are going to come to my rescue. They will share my message. There are some intelligent people on this earth that get it. It is not the fact that you are black or low class. You are a HEDONIST! You put your selfish carnal pleasure before everything. Innocent victims no longer have to remain silent in a selfish hedonistic world. GOD is revealing you for His own purpose.
You are a weak woman. You lack self discipline and morals. You are a lying MURDERER! You don't love GOD, never did and perhaps never will.
You did wrong when you tried to destroy me, to destroy us. Your pathological lying will not help you because You know the truth.
I don't know why you went wrong or when you went wrong. You went way wrong Mathy. "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction." You got on the wrong road many years ago and did everything you could to stay there. Savagely angry and evil you have lived the life of a reprobate fool.
I will not honor you. I will not lie and pretend that there is anything to lie for, anything about you worth protecting. I will not cloak you and I can not fear you. I am stupefied by my brothers. Are they deaf, dumb and blind? Did you successfully steal their manhood? We shared the same grandfather, heard his wise admonitions everyday.
Is it our gender that makes the difference? I am here to tell you that you do not have to bear her shame. Read your Bible carefully. As long as you "honor" her, love her more than GOD you will be "cursed".
If you want to hear from GOD, if you want your Joy bell to ring, give up fear. Give up harboring a demon. Thank GOD for His many blessings, for His Truth and salvation. To GOD be the Glory.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing." And only the LORD Jesus Christ can make your Joy bell ring.
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
It is GOD Almighty and GOD only. You can lie until you are blue in the face. You know that you are lying and you know exactly what you did and when you did it. You might not fully understand why you did it. But, you know you did it. You know that your hands are bloody and your heart is filthy.
I can not help but wonder, how many mothers are like you? How many women are possessed with a demonic spirit, enslaved by carnal lust, lead by psychotic envy and loathsome jealousy? You threw your rocks and hid your hand, always blaming the "man", racism, for my hard luck. You not only knew full well it was you, you enjoyed it. Celebrated every successful scheme.
Your horribly abused son managed to become a medical doctor. Scored among the highest in the nation on the MCAT. You couldn't have it. No one on this earth will ever out do you in anything. Not if you can slitter up to them to poison and destroy them. Not if you can use your feminine wilds to seduce and destroy. GOD said that your feet would be swift to run to mischief and they always have. Martha you are a jealous woman that "never" earned a college degree. It is not that you couldn't , you wouldn't. Yes, you have a worthless associates "degree" in secretarial science from Fayetteville State. You bragged about how you cheated in every course.
Notice, that "degree" didn't make your Joy bell ring. You were talked about for having so many children out of wedlock. So you snared a man. He was too short and too black for you. He certainly didn't make your Joy bell ring. Why did you sexually molest your own children? Were you bored? Is normal sex too tame for you? Or were you just trying to destroy? Were you trying to punish us, punish GOD?
Are you mad because you can't erase my memory? Or are you mad because I refuse to shut up? I'm telling it. I'M SCREAMING IT UNTIL SOMEBODY LISTENS.
One day some human beings are going to come to my rescue. They will share my message. There are some intelligent people on this earth that get it. It is not the fact that you are black or low class. You are a HEDONIST! You put your selfish carnal pleasure before everything. Innocent victims no longer have to remain silent in a selfish hedonistic world. GOD is revealing you for His own purpose.
You are a weak woman. You lack self discipline and morals. You are a lying MURDERER! You don't love GOD, never did and perhaps never will.
You did wrong when you tried to destroy me, to destroy us. Your pathological lying will not help you because You know the truth.
I don't know why you went wrong or when you went wrong. You went way wrong Mathy. "Wide is the road that leads to death and destruction." You got on the wrong road many years ago and did everything you could to stay there. Savagely angry and evil you have lived the life of a reprobate fool.
I will not honor you. I will not lie and pretend that there is anything to lie for, anything about you worth protecting. I will not cloak you and I can not fear you. I am stupefied by my brothers. Are they deaf, dumb and blind? Did you successfully steal their manhood? We shared the same grandfather, heard his wise admonitions everyday.
Is it our gender that makes the difference? I am here to tell you that you do not have to bear her shame. Read your Bible carefully. As long as you "honor" her, love her more than GOD you will be "cursed".
If you want to hear from GOD, if you want your Joy bell to ring, give up fear. Give up harboring a demon. Thank GOD for His many blessings, for His Truth and salvation. To GOD be the Glory.
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing." And only the LORD Jesus Christ can make your Joy bell ring.
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
GOD's WORD is not...
a secret. He does not keep it secret and cloaked for a select few. GOD is generous with His Knowledge. He reveals it to the simple. All you have to do is ask. "Seek and ye shall find."
He will turn you over to a reprobate mind if you insist. Get arrogant, pretend that you are too pretty, too brilliant to heed GOD's WORD, His Laws. Play crazy if you want to. You will not win. You can't win.
So your roaring , cruelty and foul deeds made some quake. People lie to you just like you lie to them. People use you just as much as you use them.
Now you finally know that GOD is real. Not just His mighty prophesies, His Love. Wrap your brain around that. No matter what we do or have done, GOD loves us anyway.
What an awesome GOD I serve. (I can't speak for You)
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
He will turn you over to a reprobate mind if you insist. Get arrogant, pretend that you are too pretty, too brilliant to heed GOD's WORD, His Laws. Play crazy if you want to. You will not win. You can't win.
So your roaring , cruelty and foul deeds made some quake. People lie to you just like you lie to them. People use you just as much as you use them.
Now you finally know that GOD is real. Not just His mighty prophesies, His Love. Wrap your brain around that. No matter what we do or have done, GOD loves us anyway.
What an awesome GOD I serve. (I can't speak for You)
PRAISE THE LORD!!!
"What did I know? ...
and when did I know it?" Did I know I lived in mortal fear of my life all my life? I had no name for it but I knew to steer clear of her, to do everything she commanded. I knew to NEVER tell on her, to keep my ignorant jet black worthless piece of s*** dumb a** questions and comments to myself.
I knew that at any moment she could and she would swoop down on me like a savage panther, strip me naked, hog-tie me, gag and beat me to a bloody pulp like she did my brother. I also knew that she thought that she was perfect, stunningly beautiful and could do no wrong. I knew that she viewed herself as the perfect Princess born into the wrong world. A world of dummies and liars, a world where she was always misunderstood and lied on. A world where people talked too much, "stayed in her bizness".
Did I know how much she hated me, hated us, for intruding on her perfect life? I knew I watched my grandfather shed silent tears almost everyday. I would observe him reading his Bible. Then hot tears would flood his eyes, stream slowly down his chiseled face and lock under his chin. I know he prayed for her, prayed for us. I listened to his kind admonitions and heeded.
She never did. She made it a devious game. Say good kind things and do the absolute opposite. Hide your ignorant sick hatred. Bludgeon, murder, maim and kill while grinning and lying. Spew your flattery to hide your jealousy. Creep around with your hoodoo, graveyard dirt and stank eye.
Poor Martha is a woman who has always pretended to be happy. I don't think she has every been happy a single day in her miserable life. Could she be ashamed of who she really is? Something went afoul in her young life. Smashing a tiny little puppy brought her joy. It trilled her. A fantastic feeling she learned to harbor in her heart.
Too smart, too cleaver, too good a liar, Martha's proclivities would not be denied her. Martha knew that she was brilliant and the entire world was dumb. All she had to do was play the part. Play dress up, put on a mask, sweeten her words when she felt like it. No one would ever know.
Play preacher, loving daughter, loving mother; "these dummies will never know, never catch on." You were right Martha. Perhaps I would have never caught on. But you MURDERED the wrong man. You murdered a kind gentle man. A man like David, a man after GOD's own heart.
True it happened a long time ago. You knew that we were too terrified of you to say anything, to protest. I knew but my embedded fear would not let me "know". I refused to believe it. I knew that you were cruel, selfish, a pathological liar. I knew that you were violent and brutal, common and nasty. I refused to believe that you were common enough, cruel enough to kill your own father.
My brother's return after a twenty-five year estrangement brought some truth. He brought the pieces of the awful puzzle. COMMON! is the only word I have for you. Common and lawless.
You grew too accustomed to doing your dirt and slyly blaming it on others. I shudder to think of the foul lies you have heaped on me. I will not bear your burdens or protect your name. "Get thee behind me Satan!" If you can't repent, run and hide. Granddaddy begged you to change, to live right. You chose awful deceit and EVIL. Your fake praying and phony license won't get you off. You are reaping. "When your desolation comes it will come as a whirlwind!"
No, I didn't know that you hated my grandfather. I knew that you talked to him like a dog, mistreated him. I heard your constant screams; "WHEN YOU GON' DIE OLD MAN!?" I knew you took all of his money. I watched you practice witchcraft on your relatives, on me.
You thought your cousin *S**** E**** had too much. She was living too well in *P******, *S*. She had a loving husband and beautiful children. They had a beautiful home, a store, a thriving business. Your heart ached. You started visiting them too often. Soon they had nothing and you laughed.
You are a witch and you know it. Do you really think GOD is going to let you cloak yourself in His robe, get up in His pulpit blasting lies?
Just like granddaddy taught you: "Time changes all things dawthur." Your time is up. The wise will hear and heed. The minions that you successfully destroyed will go down with you.
"Ya' going to Hell dawthur!"
Rest assured every word in that Book is true. Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
I knew that at any moment she could and she would swoop down on me like a savage panther, strip me naked, hog-tie me, gag and beat me to a bloody pulp like she did my brother. I also knew that she thought that she was perfect, stunningly beautiful and could do no wrong. I knew that she viewed herself as the perfect Princess born into the wrong world. A world of dummies and liars, a world where she was always misunderstood and lied on. A world where people talked too much, "stayed in her bizness".
Did I know how much she hated me, hated us, for intruding on her perfect life? I knew I watched my grandfather shed silent tears almost everyday. I would observe him reading his Bible. Then hot tears would flood his eyes, stream slowly down his chiseled face and lock under his chin. I know he prayed for her, prayed for us. I listened to his kind admonitions and heeded.
She never did. She made it a devious game. Say good kind things and do the absolute opposite. Hide your ignorant sick hatred. Bludgeon, murder, maim and kill while grinning and lying. Spew your flattery to hide your jealousy. Creep around with your hoodoo, graveyard dirt and stank eye.
Poor Martha is a woman who has always pretended to be happy. I don't think she has every been happy a single day in her miserable life. Could she be ashamed of who she really is? Something went afoul in her young life. Smashing a tiny little puppy brought her joy. It trilled her. A fantastic feeling she learned to harbor in her heart.
Too smart, too cleaver, too good a liar, Martha's proclivities would not be denied her. Martha knew that she was brilliant and the entire world was dumb. All she had to do was play the part. Play dress up, put on a mask, sweeten her words when she felt like it. No one would ever know.
Play preacher, loving daughter, loving mother; "these dummies will never know, never catch on." You were right Martha. Perhaps I would have never caught on. But you MURDERED the wrong man. You murdered a kind gentle man. A man like David, a man after GOD's own heart.
True it happened a long time ago. You knew that we were too terrified of you to say anything, to protest. I knew but my embedded fear would not let me "know". I refused to believe it. I knew that you were cruel, selfish, a pathological liar. I knew that you were violent and brutal, common and nasty. I refused to believe that you were common enough, cruel enough to kill your own father.
My brother's return after a twenty-five year estrangement brought some truth. He brought the pieces of the awful puzzle. COMMON! is the only word I have for you. Common and lawless.
You grew too accustomed to doing your dirt and slyly blaming it on others. I shudder to think of the foul lies you have heaped on me. I will not bear your burdens or protect your name. "Get thee behind me Satan!" If you can't repent, run and hide. Granddaddy begged you to change, to live right. You chose awful deceit and EVIL. Your fake praying and phony license won't get you off. You are reaping. "When your desolation comes it will come as a whirlwind!"
No, I didn't know that you hated my grandfather. I knew that you talked to him like a dog, mistreated him. I heard your constant screams; "WHEN YOU GON' DIE OLD MAN!?" I knew you took all of his money. I watched you practice witchcraft on your relatives, on me.
You thought your cousin *S**** E**** had too much. She was living too well in *P******, *S*. She had a loving husband and beautiful children. They had a beautiful home, a store, a thriving business. Your heart ached. You started visiting them too often. Soon they had nothing and you laughed.
You are a witch and you know it. Do you really think GOD is going to let you cloak yourself in His robe, get up in His pulpit blasting lies?
Just like granddaddy taught you: "Time changes all things dawthur." Your time is up. The wise will hear and heed. The minions that you successfully destroyed will go down with you.
"Ya' going to Hell dawthur!"
Rest assured every word in that Book is true. Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Gifts From My Grandfather
I got up early this morning, before six a.m. I got that from my granddaddy. He never slept late. "Get up soon in de'morning dawthur."
He was a farmer, he had a lot to do. Feed the chickens, hogs, the mule. Get the day started; "Look well to your going...your going out, your coming in."
Granddaddy did not have an agenda book, or a "planner". He had noting to remind him of his many tasks. He got up early and brewed a strong pot of black coffee. Fixed some griddle cakes, saturated them in butter and cane syrup. These delicious thin crispy cakes were made of cornmeal and a little bit of flour, fried in the renderings of "streak a'lean".
I loved knawing on the thin strip of pork rind I peeled from the fried fat, eating the narrow strip of bacon. He prepared his eggs over easy. The warm yellow yoke would spill out over his creamy grits.
Get up early, have a good breakfast. Get down on your knees or stand and pray. No matter what, always pray, thank GOD for your many blessings.
While reflecting on the wonderful life I shared with my grandfather off and on for twenty-seven and one half years, I can not recall a day when he was without a project. He never said anything. He never announced what he intended to do, he just did it.
One day he would re-cane the bottom of his straight back chairs. The next day he would make lye-soap, or build a dog house, or a new chicken coop. Never one to put his plans on paper or to brag about his intentions, he simply got up early and did them.
I watched my grandfather create a worm farm to grow red wigglers. He had a mint julip garden, a flock of Guineas, used the "Framers Almanac" to plan his garden and crops. He was a healer. I stepped on some milk glass. Cut a deep wound in my tiny foot. He didn't panic. He placed my foot in a basin of ice cold water. When the profuse bleeding stopped he placed a copper penny on the cut and a piece of fat back, tied it with clean white cotton.
You may laugh but it never got infected and I didn't get lockjaw. He "wormed" us every fall with a dose of Cod Liver oil.
No my grandfather was not college educated, as a matter of fact he wasn't educated at all. He said that he attended school for a total of nine months. Three months for three was all he was allowed. He had to help farm. He had to "git the 'bacca crop in."
Denied a proper education he knew too well its value. That's all he wanted for his children and grandchildren. Truly a self educated man I admired his ravenous reading. If it was in print granddaddy was going to read it. I laughed when I caught him reading my high school textbooks.
Granddaddy loved to read so I loved to read. Granddaughter was an eloquent public speaker. So that's what I decided to be. Granddaddy had high morals, so that is what I wanted.
Intuitively I knew that granddaddy's southern speech, country dialect had no bearing on his intellect. He was my Socrates, John Locke, Montesque. Jerome Walters was a wise man born far too soon. His wisdom was far too advanced for his generation, for his own wife and children.
I re-found this "People's Prayer" this morning in Alice Walker's Anything We Love Can Be Saved. Zora Neale Hurston collected it, Alice reprinted it and calls it a people's prayer. I call it a "negro" prayer . I love it because it proves that you don't have to be "articulate", proper or have a command of the King's English to touch GOD's heart, the heart of your fellowman.
"...You have been with me from the earliest rocking of my cradle up until this present moment. You know our hearts, our Father, and all de range of our deceitful minds. And if you find anything like sin lurking in and around our hearts, Ah ast you, my Father, and my wonder-workin' God, to pluck it out and cast it into the sea of fuhgitfulness, where it will never rise to harm us in dis world nor condemn us in de judgment. You heard me when Ah laid at hell's dark door with no weapon in my hand and no God in my heart, and cried for three long days and nights. You heard me, Lawd, and stooped so low and snatched me from the hell of eternal death and damnation. You cut loose my stammerin' tongue; You established my feet on de rock of salvation and yo' voice was heard in rumblin' judgement. I thank Thee that my last night's sleepin' couch was not my coolin' board and my cover was not my windin' sheet. Speak to de sinner-man and bless 'im. Touch all those who have been down to de doors of degradation. Ketch de man dat's layin' in danger of consumin' fire: And Lawd, when Ah kin pray no mo', when Ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow, look on me, yo' weak servant who feels de least of all. 'Point my soul a restin' place where Ah kin set down and praise yo' name forever is my prayer for Jesus' sake Amen and thank God."
Most of our ancestors were robbed of a refined education. Don't you ever think or dare to believe that a country dialect or the lack of college degrees is any indication of stupidity. My grandfather taught me by example and I learned that the love in one's heart is far more important than any regurgitated memorized "knowledge" carried in your head.
As you go about your day today reflect on the generations that prayed for you. That sacrificed for you, that loved you before you were born. Don't you ever forget that they loved GOD more than money or fame, more than titles and college degrees.
Be abundantly blessed today. Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster( the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
He was a farmer, he had a lot to do. Feed the chickens, hogs, the mule. Get the day started; "Look well to your going...your going out, your coming in."
Granddaddy did not have an agenda book, or a "planner". He had noting to remind him of his many tasks. He got up early and brewed a strong pot of black coffee. Fixed some griddle cakes, saturated them in butter and cane syrup. These delicious thin crispy cakes were made of cornmeal and a little bit of flour, fried in the renderings of "streak a'lean".
I loved knawing on the thin strip of pork rind I peeled from the fried fat, eating the narrow strip of bacon. He prepared his eggs over easy. The warm yellow yoke would spill out over his creamy grits.
Get up early, have a good breakfast. Get down on your knees or stand and pray. No matter what, always pray, thank GOD for your many blessings.
While reflecting on the wonderful life I shared with my grandfather off and on for twenty-seven and one half years, I can not recall a day when he was without a project. He never said anything. He never announced what he intended to do, he just did it.
One day he would re-cane the bottom of his straight back chairs. The next day he would make lye-soap, or build a dog house, or a new chicken coop. Never one to put his plans on paper or to brag about his intentions, he simply got up early and did them.
I watched my grandfather create a worm farm to grow red wigglers. He had a mint julip garden, a flock of Guineas, used the "Framers Almanac" to plan his garden and crops. He was a healer. I stepped on some milk glass. Cut a deep wound in my tiny foot. He didn't panic. He placed my foot in a basin of ice cold water. When the profuse bleeding stopped he placed a copper penny on the cut and a piece of fat back, tied it with clean white cotton.
You may laugh but it never got infected and I didn't get lockjaw. He "wormed" us every fall with a dose of Cod Liver oil.
No my grandfather was not college educated, as a matter of fact he wasn't educated at all. He said that he attended school for a total of nine months. Three months for three was all he was allowed. He had to help farm. He had to "git the 'bacca crop in."
Denied a proper education he knew too well its value. That's all he wanted for his children and grandchildren. Truly a self educated man I admired his ravenous reading. If it was in print granddaddy was going to read it. I laughed when I caught him reading my high school textbooks.
Granddaddy loved to read so I loved to read. Granddaughter was an eloquent public speaker. So that's what I decided to be. Granddaddy had high morals, so that is what I wanted.
Intuitively I knew that granddaddy's southern speech, country dialect had no bearing on his intellect. He was my Socrates, John Locke, Montesque. Jerome Walters was a wise man born far too soon. His wisdom was far too advanced for his generation, for his own wife and children.
I re-found this "People's Prayer" this morning in Alice Walker's Anything We Love Can Be Saved. Zora Neale Hurston collected it, Alice reprinted it and calls it a people's prayer. I call it a "negro" prayer . I love it because it proves that you don't have to be "articulate", proper or have a command of the King's English to touch GOD's heart, the heart of your fellowman.
"...You have been with me from the earliest rocking of my cradle up until this present moment. You know our hearts, our Father, and all de range of our deceitful minds. And if you find anything like sin lurking in and around our hearts, Ah ast you, my Father, and my wonder-workin' God, to pluck it out and cast it into the sea of fuhgitfulness, where it will never rise to harm us in dis world nor condemn us in de judgment. You heard me when Ah laid at hell's dark door with no weapon in my hand and no God in my heart, and cried for three long days and nights. You heard me, Lawd, and stooped so low and snatched me from the hell of eternal death and damnation. You cut loose my stammerin' tongue; You established my feet on de rock of salvation and yo' voice was heard in rumblin' judgement. I thank Thee that my last night's sleepin' couch was not my coolin' board and my cover was not my windin' sheet. Speak to de sinner-man and bless 'im. Touch all those who have been down to de doors of degradation. Ketch de man dat's layin' in danger of consumin' fire: And Lawd, when Ah kin pray no mo', when Ah done drunk down de last cup of sorrow, look on me, yo' weak servant who feels de least of all. 'Point my soul a restin' place where Ah kin set down and praise yo' name forever is my prayer for Jesus' sake Amen and thank God."
Most of our ancestors were robbed of a refined education. Don't you ever think or dare to believe that a country dialect or the lack of college degrees is any indication of stupidity. My grandfather taught me by example and I learned that the love in one's heart is far more important than any regurgitated memorized "knowledge" carried in your head.
As you go about your day today reflect on the generations that prayed for you. That sacrificed for you, that loved you before you were born. Don't you ever forget that they loved GOD more than money or fame, more than titles and college degrees.
Be abundantly blessed today. Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster( the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
Monday, September 24, 2012
"Good Morning!"
When you greet people with the phrase "Good Morning!" you are in fact blessing them. You are wishing or willing them to have a good morning. Yes,you can use the power of positive thought to "will" or "wish" others to have a good day.
There is power in the "tongue". GOD's WORD teaches us that. All traditional greetings, admonitions, and comments influence the lives of others. Your "curses", negative opinions, insults and disparaging remarks can have an impact. If for no other reason than the sting of that secret hatred and jealousy can be felt. GOD gave us a sixth sense. If you tune in carefully you can quickly discern all demons.
Perhaps I am unusual, overly sensitive and perceptive. Some may call it a "gift", some a "curse". They tell me that my grandmother Rachel had the gift of clairvoyance. GOD revealed things to her.
My mother told me that she was a little girl standing in the kitchen with her mother. Suddenly a large white spider was hanging by the thin thread he spun plunge suddenly from the top of the door to the floor then disappear. Her mother stood staring, then declared; " A white man gon' come heah. He coming heah to tell us dat somebody ded."
Sure enough, not long after, a white man in a black suit appeared at that very door to deliver the message that one of my grandfather's brothers was found dead.
My grandmother knew the exact moment her seventeen year old son was murdered and died in his father's arms. Again my mother was a witness, sitting on the front porch with her mother. They watched in awe as a light, a small star, emanating from the road traveled slowly up the dirt winding road. It had to travel for at least a mile, growing brighter and larger as it inched slowly toward them. My mother's thirteen year old comment was; "Somebody coming up heah ain't got but one headlight."
The "light" came clear up to them on the porch then burst light a sparkler on the 4th of July. At that very moment my grandmother Rachel hung her head and waled a mournful cry; "Man son is dead."
How could she know that was the precise moment her son lay dying in his father's arms? Mr. Jerry McClean was rushing them to Fayetteville, to the nearest hospital that would accept "colored". It was too late. Bruce Jacobs' bullet had caught him in the aorta. He bleed to death with his father clutching him and praying.
What is my point? Why do I reveal so much of my life on this blog? Because you need to know. You need to know that we serve a Living and Loving GOD. GOD sent everyone of us to this planet for a purpose. He told us that we have to repent of our sins. That we have to Love Him and Trust Him.
You can't stop GOD. You can't interfer with His plans. GOD is going to have His way. Since the first awareness of myself as an individual I have been compelled to write. I announced to my mother at age eight that I was going to be an author. That I just wanted to be a "book writer". She told me no. She told me that I wasn't S***!
For sixty-one years she has put stumbling blocks in my path. From awful sick sexual molestation, exploitation, lies, curses and vulgar "cussings" and "root working". No I have never been her only target. I'm just the only survivor willing to stand up to her, willing to call her out. She pretends that she hates me for "lying" on her. The fact is she hates me for telling the Gospel truth on her. She hates me for being prettier, smarter, having higher morals, for earning a college degree.
Anyone that looks carefully, that listens will soon detect her deep hatred and loathsome envy. Within five minutes of talking to her you will soon tire of her bragging and boasting. The fact is Martha is a woman in love with herself demanding that you see what she sees. Demanding that you honor and celebrate her color and hair. Praise her brilliant schemes. To declare that you want to be like her is the compliment that she craves.
GOD blessed me to see through her from birth. To be repulsed by her touch. She did scare me. I must admit that she had me absolutely terrorized until 2009. GOD took that fear away when I prayed and asked Him.
PRAISE THE LORD!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
There is power in the "tongue". GOD's WORD teaches us that. All traditional greetings, admonitions, and comments influence the lives of others. Your "curses", negative opinions, insults and disparaging remarks can have an impact. If for no other reason than the sting of that secret hatred and jealousy can be felt. GOD gave us a sixth sense. If you tune in carefully you can quickly discern all demons.
Perhaps I am unusual, overly sensitive and perceptive. Some may call it a "gift", some a "curse". They tell me that my grandmother Rachel had the gift of clairvoyance. GOD revealed things to her.
My mother told me that she was a little girl standing in the kitchen with her mother. Suddenly a large white spider was hanging by the thin thread he spun plunge suddenly from the top of the door to the floor then disappear. Her mother stood staring, then declared; " A white man gon' come heah. He coming heah to tell us dat somebody ded."
Sure enough, not long after, a white man in a black suit appeared at that very door to deliver the message that one of my grandfather's brothers was found dead.
My grandmother knew the exact moment her seventeen year old son was murdered and died in his father's arms. Again my mother was a witness, sitting on the front porch with her mother. They watched in awe as a light, a small star, emanating from the road traveled slowly up the dirt winding road. It had to travel for at least a mile, growing brighter and larger as it inched slowly toward them. My mother's thirteen year old comment was; "Somebody coming up heah ain't got but one headlight."
The "light" came clear up to them on the porch then burst light a sparkler on the 4th of July. At that very moment my grandmother Rachel hung her head and waled a mournful cry; "Man son is dead."
How could she know that was the precise moment her son lay dying in his father's arms? Mr. Jerry McClean was rushing them to Fayetteville, to the nearest hospital that would accept "colored". It was too late. Bruce Jacobs' bullet had caught him in the aorta. He bleed to death with his father clutching him and praying.
What is my point? Why do I reveal so much of my life on this blog? Because you need to know. You need to know that we serve a Living and Loving GOD. GOD sent everyone of us to this planet for a purpose. He told us that we have to repent of our sins. That we have to Love Him and Trust Him.
You can't stop GOD. You can't interfer with His plans. GOD is going to have His way. Since the first awareness of myself as an individual I have been compelled to write. I announced to my mother at age eight that I was going to be an author. That I just wanted to be a "book writer". She told me no. She told me that I wasn't S***!
For sixty-one years she has put stumbling blocks in my path. From awful sick sexual molestation, exploitation, lies, curses and vulgar "cussings" and "root working". No I have never been her only target. I'm just the only survivor willing to stand up to her, willing to call her out. She pretends that she hates me for "lying" on her. The fact is she hates me for telling the Gospel truth on her. She hates me for being prettier, smarter, having higher morals, for earning a college degree.
Anyone that looks carefully, that listens will soon detect her deep hatred and loathsome envy. Within five minutes of talking to her you will soon tire of her bragging and boasting. The fact is Martha is a woman in love with herself demanding that you see what she sees. Demanding that you honor and celebrate her color and hair. Praise her brilliant schemes. To declare that you want to be like her is the compliment that she craves.
GOD blessed me to see through her from birth. To be repulsed by her touch. She did scare me. I must admit that she had me absolutely terrorized until 2009. GOD took that fear away when I prayed and asked Him.
PRAISE THE LORD!
Stay in His WORD children. Remember; "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
May GOD's Grace, Mercy and Truth engulf you and cloak you in Perfect Peace,
Rachel Gwendolyn Doster (the exceedingly proud granddaughter of a great Patriarch, JEROME WALTERS)
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