But some people have truly remarkable
faith.
Or is it remarkable something else?
Take
Hettie Brittz, the wife of gospel singer Louis Brittz,
who was raped on Monday night when armed robbers
overpowered her family in their home in a security
complex in Centurion. |
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According to Hettie, as she lay with her
hands tied, half under the bed, the Lord came to her and
said ‘Hettie, you are my bride.’
The Lord then told her that the robber was going to rape
her but not hurt her, and throughout her ordeal she felt
Him holding her undamaged soul and spirit.
I feel sorry for both Hettie and her husband
for what happened to them. I really do. I don’t
think any human being deserves to go through such an ordeal.
But you cannot imagine the consuming rage
that the image of the Lord cradling the soul and spirit
of his bride while another of his children
rapes her evokes in me.
Hettie, herself a therapist, said that
she knew people would say that she was in denial, but
that both she and her husband felt sorry for the rapist.
They thought he was pathetic and had probably never experienced
the love of a woman.
I can’t do that kind of faith, even
if it is just as a defence mechanism.
Pity the rapist?
Castrate the fokker and then feed him to baby crocodiles.
That’s what I would want to do.
AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY
DIFFERENT
I took my dad to the mall the other day
to buy some new shoes (he is 92). We decided to grab a
bite at the food court. I noticed he was watching a teenager
sitting next to him.
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The
teenager had spiked hair in all different colors:
green, red, yellow, purple and blue. My dad kept
staring at him. The teenager would look and find
him staring every time. |
When the teenager had had enough, he sarcastically
asked, 'what's the matter old man, never done anything
wild in your life?'
Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my
food so that I would not choke on his response, knowing
he would have a good one, and in classic style he did
not bat an eye in his response:
'I got drunk once, and had sex with a
peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.'
