REDEEMED PIONEER

Anybody who has ever had to undergo any kind of operation or procedure knows that an operating theatre is a cold, clinical, and sterile place.    The absence of both warmth and a feeling of safety is more than enough to unsettle even the most confident patient.     But what happens when the blood in the veins of the warm-blooded people (theatre staff) runs as icy cold as the stainless steel around them?     They now have the ability not only to make precision incisions into outer body parts with scalpels, but also to slash gashes into inner dignity with indifferent disrespect.     Before anesthesia, all patients are vulnerable and exposed, and depending on the invasive/intrusive nature of the operation or procedure, they could well be powerlessly subjected to the possible violation of their deepest hidden fear of having their nudity shamelessly exposed.     This can cause indescribable trauma and unlock complex emotions, especially for fragile, previously-traumatized individuals.     P

  DISCLAIMER : Although characters and situations in this story are based on actual people, institutions and events, the story was created as a work of fiction, intended to NOT misrepresent any actual individual and/or situation.    Generic names have been used with the sole purpose of avoiding any racial stereotyping and promoting the notion that ALL people have the need to find belonging in a group where it is safe to share their lives with others, free of judgment and discrimination. The atmosphere is festive and the mood is happy.    A group of people representing multiple ethnic orientations of South Africa’s beautiful Rainbow Nation and varying in age from teenage to eighty-something are seated around a square-ish table listening to a speaker who promises to keep the speech very short.    The speaker succeeds in keeping it short while informing the audience about the origin of the event they are about to celebrate and then ends off with instruction of a practical, light-hearted a

  “First, you douse it with Doom to incapacitate it and then you stomp on it or smite the last life out of it with a fly swatter.    Point is, after you’re done, it is as dead as a door nail!”    Valerie appears somewhat traumatised by Jaime’s words.    She was going to suggest that Jaime catch the rain spider onto a piece of paper or something and then set it free outside, which is exactly what she would have done.    Valerie decides against voicing her suggestion to Jaime, and instead, she smiles at her friend on the computer screen before they resume the official part of their scheduled Zoom meeting.    Valerie knows that behind Jaime’s harsh serial-bug-killer exterior, she hides a vulnerable tender heart. Despite Jaime’s dominant temperament which renders her fearless of confronting injustice, it only extends to confrontation with members of the human species and not necessarily beyond that.    Truth be told, confrontation with most bug types and crawling/slithering creatures, can

“If I say, ‘Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me,’ even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you.” ‭‭Psalms‬ ‭139‬:‭11‬-‭12‬ ‭NIV‬ “Nana, I’m sorry that I didn’t use your favourite colour, but I don’t know what happened to my red crayon….” A heartbreaking expression of tearful sadness filled Micah’s little face before he suddenly perks up and announces “But look, you have a giant crown on your head.    You are the boss of Botswana and you are the queen of the world.    I love you so much, Nana!” The artist of this masterpiece is my adorable 5-year-old grandson.    Although, at face value, his art skills might appear distinctly unsophisticated for his age and a certain mismatch to his precocious giftedness, with this particular picture, he manages to capture detail which cannot even be contained in the highest definition of digital photography without an artificial light source.    The night

“May I please sit on your lap, Nana?”    Micah is a blazing ball of excitement, because today is his fifth birthday and he just opened two very special gifts.    The first is from his  bestest best  Daddy Daniel, two red lightsabers and the second from his Nana and OupaAssie, a set of six books promising to help him discover the Bible.    While Micah releases the footrest of the lounge chair, Nana scoots up to make space for her beloved blue-eyed-blonde boy, the one responsible for her promotion to grandmother.    On the dining room table are boxes containing a total of 60 birthday cupcakes, 40 for the  Blouklasmaatjies  at school and 20 for family and friends and Micah’s best friend,  oom  Charles, at home.    All of the  Blouklasmaatjies , cousins and a few other friends have been invited to the big birthday party at Spur this coming Saturday.    There will be an ocean-themed cake and more cupcakes. “Oh my.    He’s gonna like Star Trek….”    This was Daniel’s first message to Nana wi

DISCLAIMER : The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. SUGGESTION : This story is a follow up of THE PRICELESS VALUE OF R100, last week’s post on RedeemedPioneer.    Readers are encouraged to read that story before reading this one. I will help you clean up this mess .    Ella stepped away from the comfort of his hugging embrace, sat back down beside John and allowed Tim’s words to sink in.    Even her current trauma-infused brain registers the profound irony - that this man has been doing exactly that since the very beginning.    Other than John, he helps her clean up every mess which she shares with him AND he has not caused a single one of those messes.    She is courageous, he is compassionate and together, in transparent honesty and with respectful consideration, they have embarked on a journey to expose, treat and heal her pain.    THIS mess, however, is VERY different and the pain is significantly deeper.    Tim is well aware of this, and,