Tanya Ashworth

Does Your Mother Know Where You Are: Part Four

I was standing on the porch. It was the middle of the night. The porch light was on when the police arrived to investigate the “would-be” rape. The police were optimistic. I was the rapist’s intended third victim but because I was able to come out of the situation unharmed, the police figured I might be able to provide the information that they needed to catch the guy. The other two women that had been raped that night were in no condition to provide any helpful information.

I found it interesting that the sleepy little dog never responded at all when the intruder came into the house. The dog slept right through it. When the police arrived, however, the dog never quit barking.

I brought the police into the house so they could question me. I went through the entire story. I ended the story telling them about DW, the guy from the seminar that just happened to appear at the doorstep that night at the exact time when I needed someone the most.

The police responded, “What guy on the porch?”

I said, “You know. You saw him. He was right on the porch. You brushed right next to him when going through the front door.”

”You were the only person on the porch that we saw when we arrived,” one of them responded.

That was when my girlfriend, Cheryl finally made it back home. I went through the entire story again with her, about the intruder and the guys partying down the street and about DW. She responded by saying, “I don’t know who you are talking about, this DW guy.”

“Oh yeah,” I said. “You would have to know him. He goes to your seminars. He’s that nice looking black guy. He looks like Denzel Washington.”

Cheryl didn’t hesitate a second. “Black people are not allowed into the group. This DW guy could never have been at any of our meetings.”

(This incidence occurred back in the early 1970’s. Since then the policies of this particular religious sect have changed but it was true that at that time they had a closed door policy.)

God had warned me. He provided me with protection and He provided me with a comforter. I saw God through His representatives. It was a horrifying experience. If given the choice, however, I would never choose to not go through this experience. Seeing God at work and watching Him orchestrate the event is something I would never want to miss out on. Only God can do such marvelous things!