After many years of bewilderment, 


over-whelming pain, and disgust from the blatant 


and heinous acts of my younger brother 


and only living sister… 


the two older brothers, who witnessed 


the hellish hand I was dealt, 


did not have the guts to stand for truth and speak up. 


I felt like I was in the twilight zone. 


My brothers abandoned ship.


They seemed to be totally oblivious 


to everything that they were eye-witnesses to.



They flipped the script and partnered with 


the silent thief, deceiver, destroyer, 


and murderer, Satan. 



At least, once I was able to 


pick my appalled face off the floor, 


that's what it felt like. 


I thought to myself, 


these men have naively fallen for 


the tricks of the enemy.


I felt like the following quotes of 


Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 


were appropriate... 


for such a time as this:


"The hottest place in Hell 


is reserved for those who remain neutral 


in times of great moral conflict."



"Every man must decide whether he will


walk in the light of creative altruism 


or in the darkness of destructive selfishness."



"Nothing in all the world is more dangerous 


than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity."



"If a man has not discovered something 


that he will die for, he isn't fit to live."



"The ultimate measure of a man 


is not where he stands in moments of comfort 


and convenience, but where he stands 


at times of challenge and controversy."



"The first question which the priest 


and the Levite asked was:


'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' 


But... 


the good Samaritan reversed the question: 


'If I do not stop to help this man, 


what will happen to him?'"



"He who passively accepts eviln is 


as much involved in it 


as he who helps to perpetrate it. 



He who accepts evil without protesting against it


is really cooperating with it."



"In the end, we will remember not the words 


of our enemies,


but the silence of our friends.”



"The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression 


and cruelty by the bad people, 


but the silence over that by the good people."



"There comes a time when 


silence is betrayal."


Where love, compassion, and support were 


so desperately needed, instead, 


I found myself on another battlefield. 


Why?


I wish I could answer that question intelligently. 


I wish I knew why so many people go sideways 


when death visits a family. 


Now, I am being accused, criticized, 


and lied on by the older brothers 


whom I looked up to and respected. 



Recently, the one brother that I thought I could trust to 


break my silence with, regarding a disturbing 


50 plus year old experience I encountered


has purposely broken the confidence.

 

For years I believed he was a high soul, 


a God-fearing man who was upright, 


trustworthy, fair, and guided by integrity. 


Obviously, his actions proved that he was unable 


to be who I thought he was... or needed him to be.


It is hard enough when one is attacked 


and conspired against by the enemy and the world, 


but when the fiery arrows come from those whom we love


and have bared our soul to... the hurt becomes magnified.


Betrayal is one of life's hardest blows. 


Jesus knew what betrayal felt like.

 

Jesus was betrayed into the hands of His enemies 


by Judas, 


for thirty pieces of silver, 


and Jesus was deserted by all the rest. 



The very people Jesus had helped, 


healed, fed, and encouraged cried… 



CRUCIFY HIM!



The very ones Jesus blessed… 


became His enemies.


Trust is the most vulnerable 


state of being. 


When we give it away... all our weaknesses are exposed 


to those who it has been given.



Betrayal is the vindictive violation of trust. 


A betrayal is an act of double-crossing another. 


The sting of betrayal can be dreadfully agonizing 


and become so embedded in our subconscious mind... 


that the betrayal may become too difficult to extract.

Betrayal is painful, but it can


also be a profound education.


Good results can come from less than good intentions


and become our blessings in disguise... 


and that rude awakening we so desperately needed.



Familial betrayal is probably the most 


agonizing kind of betrayal 


anyone can experience. 


What makes it so hurtful is the fact that our trust 


is violated by someone we never knew 


could do such a thing.

The one person whom I thought I could confide in, 


was actually hiding everything from me.


This particular brother, was like "a bolt from the blue"... 


without warning or reason...


he became verbally insulting and hurtful. 


His words, condescending tone, and actions 


were unexpected, and wicked.



My brother accused me, sentenced me, 


and nailed me to the cross without thinking about 


the awful accusations he was making … 


versus, what he actually knows to be true.



He abruptly and dramatically began venting 


hostile, harsh, uncaring, mean, 


destructive, hurtful, and baseless allegations.


It seemed as if he had harbored those thoughts 


for a while.



As he unleashed this cascade of slanderous remarks... 


it was as if the truth he knew… mysteriously vanished. 



He totally disregarded the truth and seemed quite 


locked into the lies and comfortable in doing so. 


The lies he was spewing seemed more welcomed 


than the truth, and he did not appear to be interested in 


considering the full ramifications of his rantings.



It left me wondering if his intention was to 


antagonize me, elicit a certain reaction from me, 


or seriously wound me by those 


painful and poisonous accusations. 



His choice of descriptors were venomous 


and certainly not indicative of the brother 


I thought I knew or wanted him to be.



After my brother finished speaking, 


I just stood there in shock and disbelief. 


I tried to see who was speaking through him. 


It was as if he had been taken captive 


by a strange force. He also seemed


as if he was finding solace in his attempts 


to torment and weaken my spirit.



Some demonic forces are notorious at


talking, taunting, tormenting, and intentionally 


hurling hurtful commens at others, and have no purpose 


other than, to insult, dishearten, or harm another 


with their ill-intentioned opinions and comments.

   


Thank God, I am rooted and grounded in God...


otherwise my brother's rantings would have had an 


opportunity to possibly dictate and define 


my reactions and behavior. 



By the grace of God, my self-worth 

is not defined by a worldly approval rating.

I've also come to realize that the best way to end 

an argument is often by refusing to engage

in an argument. That's it... period.