God's love is never hijacked

Renewed faith following an abduction attempt

It was a flawless autumn morning on the north coast of KwaZulu-Natal. I had been awakened by a dazzlingly beautiful sunrise over the Indian Ocean. A fish eagle had taken command of the bluest skies of the year so far.

Suddenly the peace was shattered by the snarl of a car engine as my daughter swept up the driveway in her red station wagon. She sprang from the car, visibly shaken and close to tears, to announce that one of her friends had been hijacked by a group of men armed with AK47s not more than a hundred yards from the school where my daughter had just delivered her oldest child. Her friend had escaped, but her assailants had raced to another village in her car and shot three people in a payroll robbery.

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