I know have have not talked to you for a long time. I think I stopped when I was eleven and that is such a long, long time ago. But God I have become increasingly worried about certain events of late and feel a desperate need to discuss them with you.
Now I know you know exactly what I am going to say. I mean, you are God and know everything but I feel you may not realise or appreciate my emotional turmoil. So I need to tell you this story in a way that may help you to understand my confusion.
Yesterday, a young eleven year old girl from a poor family was happily walking from school to her small home about a mile away. He route took her through some fields and as she walked her mind was filled with the events of the morning, her friends, the new words she had learned and how she was struggling to understand some of the arithmetic sums she had for homework. She would be helping her grandmother in the afternoon with the washing and would sit down and do the sums later and they would read the Bible together before she went to bed that night.
Suddenly she looked up to be accosted by three men, one much older than the other two, who looked to be in their late teens. She feel a chill of fear as she saw their intent faces and in a wave of helplessness she felt her knees start to buckle.
The older man reached out and grabbed her, clapping his huge hand across her mouth to prevent her screaming, he picked her up and with a triumphant, “Here we go boys”, carried her off to some nearby bushes. Paralysed with fear, too frightened to struggle, the little girl was thrown to the ground. The men, leering with lust, laughed and began unbuckling their belts.
God, I cannot tell you what must have happened next . You must have seen it. If I try to imagine what that little girl experienced I become choked with emotion, I want to cry out for her, I am consumed with rage. Even as I write the tears well in my eyes.
And God, when they had finished with her and she lay bruised and broken on the ground she did not have the energy to even beg for her life. And the older man, knife in hand came over and slit her throat.
So God this is what I want to know from you. You see everything, you know everything and you are all powerful. You saw the little girl walking home. You saw the men waiting for her. You knew exactly what they intended to do. And you did nothing to prevent it happening.
You just sat there impassively as these men abused, tortured and relieved themselves with her body. You heard her plaintive whimpers, you saw her fear and watched her final dread as she died. And you did nothing.
God, this happens every day. You already know that as many as 25% of women in South Africa have been raped at some time or other. And many are lucky to survive the ordeal.
I really have just one question I need an answer for God.
Why? Why do you never effing do anything?
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