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The dream I DON’T want to come true (not for sensitive readers)

I have been quiet for the past two weeks as things have been very depressing in my country lately. I don’t like to speak of the negative things surrounding ones country, but this is so bad that I’m petrified and wondering when my morning is coming (Ps 30:5)

It’s no secret that crime in South Africa is pretty horrendous. As of late it has stepped up a notch. There’s this guy with a Grade 4 education who makes it blatantly obvious how much he hates white people and openly expresses how he will “wipe us out”. In 2010, a whole lot of churches across the country fasted for 40 days against ungodly rulers and for the country. This guy, called Julius Malema, was eventually caught out by the revenue service regarding all the corruption he was involved in and he lost everything. But now he is rising like an evil phoenix from the ashes, has started his own political party and his number one aim is “wiping out” all the white people in SA. This is NOT how all South Africans are –this is just one hate crime group.

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Slaughtering a cow to give honour to their demon god ancestors

Slaughtering a cow to give honour to their demon god ‘ancestors’

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Black on white violence is increasing at an alarming pace and I blame him. This has taken place in the past three weeks alone:

** Not for sensitive readers! **

  • 3 toddlers raped and murdered
  • The people 3 houses away from me went away for the weekend and an old man was looking after the house for them. Burglars got in and tortured him the entire weekend while stealing goods.
  • Burglars broke into a farm in Johannesburg, gang raped the mother while standing on her face, and gang raped her two daughters while forcing the 12 year old son to watch. Then murdered them. They then drowned the boy in boiling water and disemboweled the family dog for barking. After being sentenced they laughed and said, “this was just the beginning”.
  • Burglars broke into an elderly woman’s home, and threw her into boiling water while robbing her of her goods.
  • My brother’s female friend was home alone, they broke in, tied her up and beat her up. Thank the Lord they never raped her because they always do!

That is in Johannesburg alone!

I’ve been left in a state of paralyzing fear. Yes, I’m a child of God, I don’t have a spirit of fear. But I am scared! It is making me depressed. Do you know why I’m scared? This is how the crime started in Zimbabwe. In addition, about 12 years ago I had this vivid dream. It was so vivid that it felt like I was almost awake. I dreamt that the government had all the white people lined up. We were on our knees with our hands behind our backs waiting to be shot execution style. I felt the barrel of a gun on the back of my head and I woke up. What they are wearing in the pictures above is what they were wearing in my dream, but in black.

I’ve done spiritual warfare in our street and neighbourhood and anointed the house. I’ve been trying to stay in the Word and pray, but having this impending doom over my head is a life of horror, a bad dream. I am praying for the Lord’s will on emigration. I am currently calling a fast with my South African Christian brothers and sisters for the end of the month. Please too, include us in your prayers? Please remember me.

The country just wants to live in peace with each other, especially after the wrongs of apartheid, but when evil like this rears its ugly head then one bad apple spoils the whole bunch.

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A soft answer to harsh words

As some of you know, I’m from South Africa, so we have a very traumatic past coloured by discrimination, violence and hatred. The country has grown up a lot, but you will still find wounds buried deep in the hearts of some citizens.

One day I had commented on one of my black friend’s Facebook walls. I had commented about how heart breaking it was to see people without homes.

All of a sudden I received this message from another black person who I had never met in my life saying,
Hey white b*tch – As far as I can see ur picture and ur name, wat ever that means, you are white and that makes u a non- South African. If i were u i’ll shut up. Do u know where u come from? look at your mirror if u do have one and take the first plane or boat home. For the virtue of being white that makes u a non-African! Go home u’ve looted us enough!! Remember June 16 1976? My brother was there and was part of it!” (spelling his own)

I’m not gonna lie. I was petrified. Luckily I was so petrified that I didn’t even have the capacity to fall into the sin of anger! I never replied straight away because I knew I would’ve said the wrong thing. The fleshly thing!

I closed Facebook and prayed. I prayed for wisdom to either ignore the message, or for the Holy Spirit to give me the right words to say. Whatever His will was.

I got an urging to message him back and all I said was a simple, “Hi, I am sorry if I offended you and made you angry. All I meant was that I hate seeing people without jobs and homes, food etc and its heart-breaking, that’s all. Enjoy your day.

He replied, “because of your greedy appetite as Whites u’ve made us live in match boxes in Soweto and everywhere around our humble beautiful Africa. We were so fine till u thugs arrived! Enjoy your day too. I just can’t stand u people thats all!”
See the change in attitude? “enjoy your day too…that’s all.” Almost explaining himself by ‘that’s all.’ You want me dead but now you’re telling me to enjoy my day? Kindness melts hearts, Jesus was onto something here right? “A soft answer turns away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” Proverbs 15:1

So, I decided to seal the conversation with Jesus. Jesus’ name has that awesome ability to stop anything dead in its tracks. I replied, “I’m truly sorry about your brother, I really am, I’m not just saying that. I’m sorry for your tragedy. I’m also sad that you hate me. I don’t know if you will understand this but I love you without knowing you because Jesus Christ commanded me to. I can’t take your pain away, but He can, if you will let him.

I never heard from him again. I’m sure he wanted more than anything to have this vicious fight with this stupid white girl and get all his friends involved. And if I obeyed my flesh, that’s what he would’ve gotten! He pops into my head now and then and I pray for him. I could have blocked him to ensure he never started trouble with me again, but what would that help? I just spoke Jesus’ name to him but to show the opposite of love by blocking him would have probably shown that I don’t actually have any interest, I never meant what I said and I really just wanted him off my back. Jesus does not want people off His back, He wants them in His kingdom.

We don’t ever have to prove our point or even defend ourselves. I don’t think our job is ever to defend ourselves. As much as others’ words may hurt or frighten us, we should not draw attention to ourselves, but to Jesus. Jesus is perfect, and when finding yourself in a situation like that, who can argue with Perfection?