HOW MY HUSBAND AND I CURSED AND BLESSED A ROBBER ON THE SAME DAY
Somebody broke into our house about two months ago. I went home from the market and found shards of our glass window on the floor. My closet door was ajar. Immediately, I checked the secret spot where I put bulk of our money in. It was untouched and in tact! I called Butch in his office and told him the bad news. Together, we did an inspection of what was missing: his motorcycle helmet, a pair of his basketball rubber shoes, our digital camera, 300 pesos worth of cash and my wedding ring. My heart sunk. Very scared, I asked Butch to come home at once. The robber didn’t get a lot of things. I was surprised he didn’t take my portable compact disc player or the DVD player. This made me think that he (assuming it was a guy) only made an inspection of the place, took only stuff he could carry and planned to come back to get some more.
As I picked up the shards of broken glass, I cursed the culprit with an angry heart. “I curse the person who did this. I release a curse to the person who broke into my house; not only to him but his family up to the 6th generation.” I felt violated and was apprehensive. Our apartment, for me was a safe haven located on the third floor in a building my father owned. It was the compound I grew up in- robbed in broad day light!
Butch arrived home looking dejected. Why wouldn’t he be, most of the things taken were his. He replaced the padlocks with bigger and stronger ones and re-installed new jalousies on the window. Out of anger and frustration he also cursed the robber “Something really bad is going to happen to that guy’s mother. REALLY BAD. Let all his loved ones suffer.” Hearing him say those words, I repeated my curse declaration. Together, we wished bad things to the person who wronged us. We felt it was the right thing to do.
Butch was organizing the shoe rack the robber rummaged through. As he did, he saw that he had a couple more rubber shoes, he doesn’t even wear. At that moment, the Lord called his attention him. “Do you really value these material things to the extent that you would curse your own brother? You came from nothing. Do you not know that I can replace all of these things? Why curse your brother?” Butch felt ashamed. He turned to me and said “Wendy, I want us to take back the curse.”
“I don’t want to. He deserves it. He violated me.” I said indignant. I was very surprised how quickly his attitude changed.
“Don’t you see, God allowed this to happen for Him to check our attitude towards material things.”
“Yeah, I suppose that’s true.” I was also beginning to see things differently as well.
“God will replace everything the robber took. Even if the guy took all our stuff, I just know God will replace it. We are still blessed you see, it’s a good thing you didn’t get hurt. He was still protecting you, us.” By then I realized how wrong it was to curse someone just because of petty material things. Butch and I hugged. Together, we took back the curse and prayed for the Lord to turn the things the person took into a blessing in any way. We also declared blessing on the person’s family and that He may know the Lord. We slept contented and secure that night.
The next day, at Butch’s office, came a big surprise. Butch’s much awaited promotion (for almost two years! It was something we were no longer counting on) was all of a sudden approved! At that moment Butch felt the Lord telling him “See, I told you so…” Butch was greatly humbled but very blessed.