Sister Gertrude Morgan: The Mystic of New Orleans - Book - Page 24
I arrived in New Orleans, the den o’ sin, in 1939. The city was
full of Spiritualist churches, voodoo, and hoodoo people chasing
magic instead of God’s love. Some conjurers worked their stuff
on me. Many years later when I lived in the Lower Ninth Ward,
there was an old woman and her boy and a woman younger than
me who would send crawling things into my house. I’d have to
go outside and rebuke them. You could hear my singing all over
the neighborhood, so they had to be hearing it all the time.
I wasn’t scared of anyone who tried to put a hex on me.
I used to shout out, “This town is running on the bases of
Lucifer’s tricks and luck, look out Black Hawk, New Jerusalem
is on its way! Just as well hush up your dirty big mouth fuss!”
Later, after I married Jesus, I would add,
“This is the Lord’s wife speaking to you!
Christ is talking to you through me.
You just well take heed and make up your
mind and say, Lord, let it be.”
Now let me remind you of Revelation 20:
“And I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of
the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. And he laid
hold on the dragon, that old serpent, which is the Devil. . . and
cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal
upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more. . .”
I made a drawing of that scripture so you won’t forget it.
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