At the stake I have sweated blood and have suffered terribly for you, but unconcerned you just shrugged your shoulders – it was already two thousand years ago. With effort I have tastefully prepared the very best meal but you have contemptuously avoided My feast.

On the winds of all four seasons I have followed you, searching, but I could not find or get you anywhere.

With so much passion I have battled against satan for your cause, yes fiercely I have fought for you against him, while you would leave Me in the battle against him, alone.

I wanted to banish your enemy from your neighbourhood, but over this you have fought with me so liberal, yes so angry. As your El I Myself wanted to lead you through all your difficult circumstances, but you stopped Me and said: I myself will get a human for me as leader.

I have always enthusiastically searched for you everywhere, only to continuously find you at all the insignificant affairs and works of the world. Yes, with so much effort I have prepared the very best feast for you, but boastful you have dressed yourself for the world’s joyful part.

On My heaven flute I have played for you to lead you, dancing and frisking, into My heaven, but you oh South African have chosen to slide into the eternal darkness with satan on church-organ music.