Thursday, May 29, 2014

Thieves, thugs, and other bad guys



One night we awoke to a commotion across the road at the school: hooligans had jumped the tall stone fence and were on the loose on campus. The security company was hunting them down.

Soon after that, Martin, a gentle soul of few words, explained he could do his night-guard job better if he had a rungu—a stick about 18” long with a fat burl on the end. It might not sound like much, but a rungu can be a lethal weapon used against intruders and other bad guys.

A short time later, he asked for a bow and arrows and we heartily agreed.

Another night thieves broke into the school and, from inside our darkened home, we heard to the security company arrive.

We listened to muffled shouts, we sensed people running.

The situation seemed more urgent than the previous one, but that’s all we could make out.

The mayhem had, of course, alerted our German Shepherds. Martin stood on duty with them in the thick blackness of our yard.

Our hearts raced, and surely Martin’s heart raced too, knowing the dreadful duties he’d have if the security company chased the thugs off school property, only to have them jump over our own fence.

I could hardly breathe. All I could do was stand at the window and watch and pray.

In the ongoing pandemonium, Dave unlocked our front door and stepped out into the darkness to better grasp the situation.

Eventually the security company chased the offenders off the school property and, while we never learned where they fled, they did not come into our yard.

Dear Martin, when it was all over, spoke ever-so-politely to Dave, saying that in the future he must stay inside. He explained that if he, one man, had to fight off a pack of thieves, he probably could not protect Dave at the same time.

Instantly Dave recognized Martin was right, and he also realized how foolish it had been to leave the front door unlocked and open: If those thugs had gotten into our yard, they could easily have gotten inside the house and taken me hostage.

We learned valuable lessons that night. We marveled at Martin’s courage and wisdom in knowing how to do his job well, and we were deeply grateful for God’s protection.

And we realized yet again that Martin was so much more than just an employee.





2 comments:

  1. What an awesome helper you had! He was a slight man but obviously had courage and took his job seriously.

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    1. Yes, he was a dear-- so much more than merely an employee!

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