WITH THE HUNTING SEASON OPEN
17 November 2023 Friday morning 03.20www.revelationsofjudithdebeer.co.za
I hear a voice calling: The white hunting season is finally open. But the people stupidly keep themselves blind and deaf to this. They buy and sell and time takes its course. The night watch is sleeping, and the doors are standing wide open. For the last time, the Boer has exhausted himself for nothing.
Unexpectedly, the thief comes in the night and kills everything in front of him. They raid and demolish, while fanning the fires. The great flight spontaneously takes its chaotic course. Too late, too little of everything has been purchased. With cash ransomed for credit, the mark of the beast in South Africa also does not want to go smoothly.
To farms the city-dweller hastens with hope. But there the pot has also already boiled over dangerously. The pangas slash and the wounds bleed open. Yes, in a country dipped in blood overnight. So, where oh philanthropist, is your hope for humanism now? And where oh preacher, is your liberal Christian faith?
The white hunting season is open, and Raka is now going for the trophy. Look, the churchgoers are lying dead, with their children brutally decapitated. The shopping centres disappear under fire and smoke. Foreigners are desperately trying to flee from every airstrip far too late, and they also fall into mortal agony.
The night watch slumbers and sleeps and the doors are standing wide open. Unexpectedly the enemy comes, and they kill everything that lives and moves, without mercy. But under the crackling sound of sulphur and gunpowder from gun barrels, the Boer together with the Indian, with their backs against the wall, begin to push back.
But look, hidden among the mountains, down there in more than one gorge. There the small remnant is now baptized in the river of Divine sealing. Sing therefore, Oh Sion, while you praise and worship your Only El in Elohim. Behold, your God has not forgotten or rejected you in your day of anguish.