2012 December 16 (Sunday) : A Day in History
- Keith Robertson
- Aug 30, 2020
- 3 min read
A day in history.
My first recollection is watching history in the making.
A masterful work of art as normal by Daniel Day Lewis. An actor who is an example of a man at the peak of his skill, of one who understands the concept of kaizen. I recollect the expression, “You’re pretty good, old son, but sit there in that chair and let me show you how it’s done.” Western culture is now oozing from my pores, as it were. I am transfixed as I watch a man who epitomizes America take his land from where it is to where he knows in his soul that it must go.
Eradicate slavery.
Another confirmation that I must follow this example. Pornography cannot be allowed to continue. A reminder from the King of kings – change one day at a time, but change nonetheless. When the time comes, do not hesitate, do not shrink back, walk along this path no matter how rough, how rocky. There is great blessing at the end of it. Yes Lord, with all my heart, with Your help, yes! A gentle nod from the Lord. It is enough.
We spent that morning at Roger and Pam’s church – Keith Manley. Another man whose reputation precedes him. I have the privilege to hear my princess call me to meet him personally after the sermon. His words, “when the Bible says ‘therefore,’ look to see what it’s there for,” echoing back from my past and from another Prince whose family I feel myself becoming wonderfully entwined in. More introductions. More wonderful people who hold history with my princess, their eyes dancing to see Kim so happy, some crying happy tears that she has at last found her prince. A knowing that we will see each other again soon. A delightful transition. A delicious lunch. Pot luck. A wonderful crowd of people who indeed know the Reason for the season. Real friends. An entire room full of real friends. What an unspeakable privilege. Thank you, Roger and Pam, I know you see what I mean about heaven! My princess shows me around the church building. A remarkable place of generations. From young Princess Chloe, Lorraine’s grandchild to elderly ladies who are drawn to my princess for they see she at last holds the hand of her prince. Lorraine seems very young to be a grandmother. Perhaps it is just clean living. I feel potential everywhere.
We go to see the Christmas lights in the evening. Another far cry from Christmas Lights in First Street or Africa Unity Square, Harare like Heaven is far from Hell. To be a privileged one who holds the hand of a princess in the back seat of the King’s car and be led through a real wonderland. I hear my princess complain that her mother is too overbearing. I am seeing from two perspectives at once now. From the eyes of my princess, a feeling of being smothered, of yearning for independence but not yet seeing it. Simultaneously from the eyes of my princess’ mother, a desire to protect, for I can see in her eyes she knows what a cruel place this world can be and she desires with all her heart that her daughter knows as little as possible about that. Patience, my princess. One day at a time. There will come a time when you too, will see how dearly your mother loves you. How you are her angel, one who must be protected at all costs. Why I am indeed privileged to hold your hand in mine.
Truly, a day in history.
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