It is sad and it’s a tragedy, and unfortunately it’s always been the medal of honor to face when we help others in a Christian way.
A schoolfriend, whose father was a handsome doctor, told me his father was often accused of committing rape in his surgery – up to a dozen times a week. He simply sent his wife over to the police station where she would tear the woman’s case to shreds in seconds. Almost always the accuser was a senile woman in her seventies, and the police were simply doing their boring thoroughness with yet another boring case, and laughing up their sleeves at a chance to rest their backsides on a chair and drink a coffee.
I wish the police were allowed to treat their work for us more seriously. It matters! It’s a matter of life and death. And I suppose they wish “we” would listen, before they take a bullet for us.
