Are there no champions who will stand for justice ?

I recently took Meg, Benjamin and James for a ride around our local dam. It was a beautiful day and they are just learning to ride without their training wheels. Meg and benny picked it up quite well but James was a little hesitant. He needed Mum to run alongside him and help balance and steer. Needless to say after 20 minutes of running alongside , my throat was burning and I felt like I was going to have a breakdown. ( My body is definently not built for speed!)
We stopped for Mum to catch her breath and pulled off the bicycle track to let a couple of young guys past.
As they approached us, I smiled and said "Hi, guys". No sooner as I had finished saying guys, I was smacked with full force in my mouth by a squished orange.........and then Pow... a second orange. Both these boys , about 15 years of age,on pushbikes had king hit me. They hit me so hard that I thought they had knocked my teeth out! I felt backwards onto little James and then we both fell onto his bike. The oranges rickashayed of my face and hit James on his face and arm. The four of us just stood there shell shocked. At first I didnt even know what they had hit me with. Indignant and quite shaken, I got to my feet and looked at them as they rode off. They were looking back laughing at each other and laughing at us.
We rode back to the car, all of us in disbelief and shock at what had just happened.
I could not get over this cowardess act, hitting a woman with 3 small children...I was determined not to let them get away with it. We hopped in the car and off we went. A myriad of pictures went through my mind. What would I do with them once I caught up. I decided I would need a man to stand alongside me when I confronted these boys. Passing the yacht club I noticed 3 men. Surely one would be my champion ..to come to my and my little ones defence. Through tears and shakes I recounted my story..."sorry ", he said "I don't want to get involved, ask those fellas", he said . I went and asked the other men,"no,not interested ",said one,"best ring the police..use that phone!".
After phoning 000 I was told that the police probably wouldnt be able to get there straight away . I told the operator that I would be following the boys and to let the police know what car I was driving for easy identification.She told me , that would be at my own risk and repeated the remote possibility of the police getting there.
I was shocked.. was there to be no champion, no defender against this injustice that had just been committed.
I yelled to the men as I returned to the car, "INJUSTICE IS ALLOWED TO PREVAIL IN THIS WORLD BECAUSE GOOD MEN DO NOTHING ! "
Still quite shaken , I was off in hot pusuit. I f I have to stand up for justice, I will.
I found the boys around the next bend , chatting with each other, as if nothing had happened.Their faces became ashen when they saw me. They rode for their lives.
I drove alondside the bicycle track on the main road for a few kilometres, shouting to them that the police were on their way. " Did you think you could attack a woman and 3 small children and get away with it? ",
"You are nothing but cowards , the police know who you are and they are on their way!"
Unfortunately both boys kept riding and the bicycle track split into 2 . They dissapeared into a residential area. I think they were quite shocked that I was in pursuit of them.
I drove directly to the police station, where I gave a statement to the police constable.
She asked me for a description of the two attackers. I was still shaken and I really couldnt remember the fine points of their description.
Then all of a sudden my Champion appeared, My Defender of Injustice.
He was in the form of my 3 youngest children. Meggy spoke first, one had blonde hair , with a white shirt, he had black shorts with white stripes.James next,the other one had no shirt, he had brown skin, with a black back pack on. Benny piped in, yeh and the one with the white shirt had a hat on ....they all said ..and he had a bike that had a small wheel at the front and a big wheel at the back.
I couldnt believe it. My little champions... they have an almost photographic memory and here they were defending their mum.
My brave little ones, they had been victimised too and here they were standing up for justice. Their world became a little darker that day...a joyful ride with mum turned into a nightmare for them and myself.
I am battling with fear of allowing my children outside my home...how I hate this world.
At dinner time that night we were saying grace. Meggy tapped me on my arm when I was half way through and asked me to pray for those boys.
Children are such a special gift from God. Their purity, their love and grace truly comes from the very heart of God.


P.s . Several days ago a man walked into an Amish community and sexually abused and shot several amish children ageing from 6-8 years of age. He then shot himself. 5 of the little girls are in critical condition and the rest died of gunshot wounds.


P.p.s On the same day I had heard on the radio of a man arrested for punching his baby because the baby vomited on him.
The baby is on life support and is approx. 10 mnths old.


IT IS THESE THINGS THAT IGNITED MY PRAYER TO MY LORD,QUESTIONING THIS WORLD WE LIVE IN AND MY ATTEMPT TO FIND WHER I STAND IN AMONGST ALL THIS EVIL. THE RESULT IS IN MY NEXT POSTING TITLED "THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THE VALLEY...." 6TH OCTOBER 2006