01-21-13 Grandma Horsewhipped For Jesus
For many years I have been considered to be a White Man. Of course this is observably not altogether true, for while Mom was conceived in Germany and born in Baltimore, my father was a Monacan Indian from the Bear Mountain area of Amherst, Virginia. They lived together having four children, separating while I was barely in the hanger.
On my father’s side the history is one of poverty and courage. In Virginia in the 1920’s a Nazi type bureaucrat implemented legislation that lumped Blacks, Indians, and any other non-Caucasians as “Colored,” thus depriving them of full citizenship and the rights thereof. This was not rectified until the Supreme Court ruled against such in 1967. Dr. Walter Plecker had been the driving force in implementing the “Racial Integrity Laws of 1924,” fashioned after the Colored’s of South Africa.
My Paternal Grandmother, Willie Ann Branham, was horsewhipped by men in white robes and hoods one night for teaching black children to read. She saw a wrong, and even in the face of such danger, she stood for right.
Today’s point is simple; where you see wrongs; abortion for instance, are you willing to stand up and be counted?
“In the final analysis, a person’s quality of character is, and will be measured, not by how he stood for the right in times of the right being in favor, but how he stood when right was on the scaffold, and the rope was being measured for his neck.”
“And having done all, to stand.” Ephesians 6:13
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