Psalms
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Remembering the words of Palm 23.
As a nine year old walking home with my parents and my brothers and sisters from a Sunday afternoon walk in the park, on reaching the corner of our block in a fifteen foot wide street, and, a family friends Cafe and boarding house, we were suddenly surrounded by 6 to 8 cars and tall strong looking men pouring out of the cars yelling all sorts of obscenities, and, rushing towards the door of the cafe.
The yelling was mainly about the fact that we had to die to cleanse their land.
Very skinny slight young men, some only really teenagers rushing out the Cafe to confront the invaders.
Punches and kicks were thrown and even the Cafe owners five foot tall wife stood back to back with her husband with a stake she pulled out of the ground with one hand that was supporting a tree, and hitting anyone who came towards her husband’s back. With blood colouring the road, my Father pushed us through to our little three room rented house 100 yards down the street.
My Father pulled out a large iron key out of his pocket, opened the front door and pushed us roughly inside and locked the door again. He rushed to the rear yard and came back with our axe. He opened the door and told my mother to lock the door behind him. He stood in front of the narrow window with both hands on the axe resting on his shoulder, under the four foot wide Verandah with its little picket fence that separated us from the road. My Mother told us to go and sit on the floor of the middle room, and, handed me the Bible. As the oldest son, it was my duty to pray and read the Bible for the Family and the World every afternoon before dusk.
My older sister and younger siblings followed my words as I read the Lord’s Prayer three times as loud as I could, as if I needed to catch Gods attention to save us from slaughter.
Everything had to be read three times.
Before we left our homeland, to become a fourth generation to wonder in strange lands amongst strange people; my Grandmother Eleni sat me down and explained to me that I will see good times and bad, but “God will be with you always”. She opened the Bible to Psalm 23, and, read it to me, and explained its meaning.
I read Psalm 23 to my siblings in the ancient Greek language with them repeating the words they did not understand three times. Even for the babies it was enough that they were words from the Bible.
After many hours sitting in the dark, the Barbarians did not come, and Father came inside with our axe.
My Mother used our only knife we had, that she was holding in her hand protecting the rear door, to start cooking dinner.
As a way of thanking God for delivering us from danger, I went back into the middle room, turned on the light and read Psalm 23 three times, quietly with tears running down my cheeks.
The Barbarians executed my younger friend Costa to punish his Family for existing on Gods earth.
with breast cancer. The 23rd Psalm was my constant
bible read. It is the prayer of survival I suggest
to other cancer patients. God is alive.