Decades: Chunks of Time

I watched the movie, Seven Pounds, recently and just had to write a tribute to it. Everyday, he sits at his desk, glad to have a job, glad to be able to cater for himself. As the phone rings, he picks and says, "Hello, Customer service, how may i be of help to you?" Blind Ezra never hurt anyone, was never cruel or unkind. Everyday, she watched the children run down the street, She could barely keep her dog from running too fast. She knew her business was about to close, but with the uncertainty in the time she had left, her mind, her heart was no more into work. Emily, the girl with a failing heart. She sat in Child care services everyday, always trying to reach out, always praying her friendly smile would convince the next child, the next victim of abuse that she was there to hold them, to provide another way for them. No one knew of her pains, no one could tell that her liver had failed. Holly, always smiling, always ready to help. She kept the children in doors, She never ...

I know all Christians are familiar with that verse. In case you have forgotten, its in the Lord's Prayer: ...and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us... I have been struggling with that verse since Easter Sunday, when my house was robbed by four armed young men. I look back at that day and wonder where we had gone wrong. Everything was the same careful routine we had cultivated for over five years - we closed the gate early, ready for lock up any time. We were all in before 6p.m. so that there would be no case of latecoming, and we were having supper. Then four guys burst into our compound and hold a gun to my mother's head. After almost two hours, they left, but not empty - handed. They went with four laptops, and six phones (everyone seemed to have two - my mum had three, but they dropped the last one at the gate). They locked us up in the library, but quick - thinking made me insist that my brother remove the key to the second door, and hide...