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.
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?'
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.
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
for thirty pieces of silver,
and Jesus was deserted by all the rest.
The very people Jesus had helped,
healed, fed, and encouraged cried…
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.