Thursday, March 23, 2006

Maybe God exists after all

Watching and listening to Eugène Terre'Blanche and his followers on TV tonight, the worst aspects of the apartheid years came flooding back. Watching those queues of people, some of whom queued for days, voting for the first time in the April 27 elections of 1994 filled me with emotion.

It choked me up.

I don't believe in God but when I see how things were and how they turned out, I thank God.

But, more than that, I thank Mandela and the people of South Africa.


south african election 1994

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13 Comments:

Blogger Ancient Clown said...

Hello Reluctant:
I've heard that statement concerning GOD from a number of people aside from you before and I will share with you as I have shared with them.
Just because you don't believe in GOD, or myself for that matter, doesn't mean GOD doesn't believe in you.
As a being who has walked with the Master to the source of everything, I can tell you it's worth the journey.

your humble servant,
Ancient Clown

p.s. I re-wrote the BIBLE.
http://ancientclown.blogspot.com/2006/03/holy-bible-ancient-version.html

3:20 am  
Anonymous thakadu said...

Hey Nomad, I remember that day well, I dont know about god either but it fills me with emotion too. Here is a link to the video of the inaugural speech:

http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsa/n5ctrl/events04/world/specials/s_africa/mandella94.ram

9:20 pm  
Blogger Babsbitchin said...

I really enjoyed the audio. I love tribal drums and have studied drums as far back as I can remember.But this has an inflection, flam, that is most pleasant. I know nothing of Apartheid, well very little. You have me at a loss on the subject. I do know of Mandella and his wife and their plight together. I will have to look in to this, study a bit so I may understand. My sister was born in Ethiopia and My Dad was stationed in S.Africa for some time, I believe. I used to have wood carvings and ivory items given to me as a gift. They are all gone now. But you have me at a clear disadvantage geographically. Is that pic on the right, of the little boy, you?

11:20 pm  
Blogger Babsbitchin said...

I'd rather believe in God and be wrong and not know the difference, than to not believe and be wrong and find out I was wrong the hard way. To each his own.I am not fanatical as some are but I have a personal spiritual reasoning of my own. That's it and that's all, To each his own. xoxo

11:25 pm  
Blogger portuguesa nova said...

Holy shit. Look at that picture.

12:24 am  
Blogger Tammy said...

That was a wild day. I remember standing in line with these two elderly black people, one was in her late 80's the other a spring chicken in his 70's. Both glowing with pride as it was the first time they had ever voted. It was such a surreal experience as it was my second time voting and the first time I took it completely for granted.

4:24 pm  
Blogger CTG said...

Hi Nomad. I remember standing in the line with my parents and grandparents in 1994. I was 14. It was great to see. The TV coverage was huge and what touched me was seeing elderly black people crying from happiness that they finally get a chance to vote. It was awesome. Hope you are well. CTG

10:13 am  
Blogger BUDDESS said...

I was fortunate enough to vote in that first election. I must admit, I haven't voted since for reasons only known to myself and maybe one day I will share my views and feelings on this new country with my blog friends. I do believe there is a God and I's say I feel very much the same as Babsabitchin on this matter. To each his own.

12:00 pm  
Blogger whatalotoffun said...

That was my first time I voted too. Seeing black people standing to vote was amazing. If I am not mistaken there were a few that died standing in the que to vote. That was sad. Our fore fathers took away a lot from them. treating them like animals. That was insensitive I am glad that things changed. I remember my mom telling me when they were little it was called "White by Nigt" at 9 o'clock a bell rang and no black person was aloud on the street. If they were working late they had to have a letter stating that otherwise they were thrown into jail until the next morning. Vicious.

12:13 pm  
Blogger Reluctant Nomad said...

ancient clown: I may have a look at your re-written Bible

thakadu: I took lots of pics of people in the queue and their addresses, promising to post them on. I sometimes still feel guilty that I never got round to it. It really was a wonderful day.

babs: It sounds as if you may be referring to Mandela's first wife, Winne, the one who was married to him during all his years in prison. They were reunited on his release but years of oppression, adulation by others and alcohol abuse had warped her morals. They got divorced eventually and Mandela married the widow of the president of Mozambique, Graca Machel.

That is a picture of me as a little boy. It was taken in Matola, just outside Maputo in Mozambique.

As to believing in God, I can see your point but you seem to be implying that should you not believe in God and there is a God, you may get punished for it. The sort of God, I'd believe in would not mete out punishment like that. :-)

portuguesa: amazing picture, I know. If you click on it, there are more pics to be seen on the BBC website.

ctg: what a pippijoller you are!! :-)

buddess: it was the second time I voted in SA, the first time being in the referendum a year or two earlier. Until then, I wasn't allowed to vote as I was not a South African citizen even though I was a permanent resident. The first time I ever voted in an election was in 1987 in the UK.

buddess: you are going to have to let us know what makes you mind tick one of these days.

whatalotoffun: It's easy to forget how things have changed. The country may not be perfect but it sure is a LOT better than it was before.

1:41 pm  
Blogger whatalotoffun said...

yes it a little better but not good enough. you will love my dads stories becuase he has been through it all. he was on the border about 6 times at the ages of 18. Maybe I will get some stories from him to tell you

2:01 pm  
Blogger Freddie said...

Ah...that momentus day... I remember it was warm, sunny and unusually luminous. My daughter was a 6 week old baby and we stood in line for ages.

The awesome thing was, on that day, never before and never after, but on that ONE day... I felt safe surrounded by strange black people. The joy and love I felt that day carried with it an overwhelming energy, one I prayed...to whomever/ whatever...would be everlasting.

If God is "All that IS" then the bigger question here is...

Do you believe in YOURSELF?

PS...you have GOT to show me how to post an audio link...ag sablief chianaaa:-)

9:30 pm  
Blogger Reluctant Nomad said...

Do I believe in myself? Tricky question. Often yes but I'm also often plagued by self-doubt.

Lesson on posting audio clip is coming up.

10:15 pm  

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