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Topic: The Short End of the Stick (02/20/14)
- TITLE: Why Me?
By Phillip Cimei
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“Let me go, let me go,” I said with a whimpering voice.
“Shut up, you cry baby, “ my brother said.
What else would they do to me? His friend reached for a camera on the dresser.
“Stop,” I screamed, while my body contorted seeking privacy.
He turned to my brother, “Go ahead and do it.”
Do what I thought?
While he lifted the camera in position, my brother, like a lion marking his territory, urinated all over me. When would this stop? Why was I on the loosing end in this family? What was next?
I sat on the sidelines, as usual, while my brother and his friends played football. I leaned up against a large dog house. Every now and then a stray football would land my way. I made a feeble attempt to gather it up and throw it back. It fell far short. Laughs and demeaning remarks immediately followed. At the end of the game, I saw them all heading my way. My brother whispered into the ear of a friend. I felt uneasy and then a fit of terror overtook me as I saw them running toward me. I got up and attempted to escape. I failed. They grabbed me and stuffed me into the dog house. They turned it on its back and one by one climbed on top. They unzipped their pants and with a mixture of laughter and urine I again was showered in degradation.
I ran home, confused and ashamed. My parents wouldn't do anything. My attempts to run away failed. Three times! Who would save me from this?
Redemption was at hand. My older sister had met a friend in high school that invited her to his church. She was converted and filled with the love of Jesus. She would come home and tell me all about Christ and how he endured the humiliation of so many. How he forgave those who spat on him, betrayed him, and whipped him, how he suffered a cruel death and still would plead to God to forgive them for “they know not what they do”. She told me of members of her church who went to South America as missionaries and were savagely killed. Then, how Christ's love worked to remove any bitterness and revenge. Elizabeth Elliot, went there and converted her husband's killers.
My sister gave me hope. She would come to my room and cry over me, pray for me and teach me about Jesus. She taught me that even when school mates make fun of you, Jesus will always calm your heart and be there for you. She would speak of a better time, a time when she would meet her Master face to face. Then one day I surrendered to this loving Savior.
We would go to bible camps where she would counsel teens and I would help in the kitchen, attend church services, and laugh and sing together and revel in the Lord. She went on to attend Emmaus Bible College and there met a wonderful man. Then it happened.
On April 11, 1966, while vacationing and planning missionary work in Mexico, a plane, flown by my sister's fiance', crashed on tack-off at the Nogalas, Mexico Air Port. She, along with her fiance, his parents, brother and sister perished. My world seemed to come crashing down. Again! Then as I would lie on my bed weeping, I would remember my sister's comforting words. She reminded me of the Apostle Paul's teaching in I Cor. 15:19-22(KJV), “ If in this life only we have hope in Christ, we are of all men the most pitiable....vs 22: even so in Christ shall all be made alive” I laid there and new that it was not me, but those that would never know a loving Savior, and come in contact with someone who shared that love, that got the short end of the stick.
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