To call this week interesting doesn’t quite cut it. Monday we attended a family funeral. Wednesday night our home was invaded. While we slept the fly screen was slashed with a knife, the window was forced open and our phones, laptop, wallets and keys were stolen … along with the car they belonged too. I’m pleased to report that boys, wife and hubby are okay, but it’s certainly been a disruptive week.
And I now have an answer for those folk who, in challenging my pacifist convictions, asked what I would do if my home were invaded. Well, I can now say from experience, I didn’t have to kill them and they didn’t have to kill us, so there are alternatives to the zero sum game.
Frankly I’m quite glad we slept through it. I won’t go into details publically but it was quite clear that they were professionals and I’m relieved they just got away undisturbed, and moreover, without us being disturbed. Valuables aren’t that valuable in the big scheme of things. People are more important. And this is where my convictions come out: I’m glad they weren’t hurt either. Money is not worth a life, even the life of a criminal. Money is dust in the wind.
That their actions speak of a life disconnected from the source of life, well, that’s something that has transcendant consequences. I pray they reconsider their lifestyle before they reap the consequences of what they’re sowing. Maybe you’ll join me in praying for their life transformation.