This idea that I am presenting about "people of faith" comes from a series I saw about a man that killed his entire family, including his own mother right here in N.J. The man was arrested and during his trial his Christian minister testified that the man could not have done these terrible murders because he was a "man of faith." The man had been very active in his church. But he had bought an enormous house and was really using the money from his mother’s estate to finance the purchase. He had his mother move in to the new house and he presented to the world the picture of a prosperous Christian who was living the American dream. Meanwhile he was fast running out of capital. Then he got fired from his job. For months, as the money dwindled away, he pretended to go to his job every morning. Finally the day came when he was forced to tell his entire family that he was bankrupt and that the removers were coming to take everything away. Instead he pretended as usual to go to work and then he snuck back to the house. First he shot his mother in her upstairs bedroom. Then he waited until his wife returned with from the market and shot her, and then he waited as each of his three children returned from school and shot them as they came in the front door. Apparently the youngest boy gave him the most trouble as the child kept dodging the bullets, but he managed to finally kill him.
This man escaped somehow just after the trial or possibly even during the trial. I can't remember for certain, but anyway he was gone for 11 years. The family of the murdered wife never gave up and finally the man was found in Florida. When he was returned for trial, his Minister said, "Eleven years ago I was asked if this man could have murdered his entire family and I answered, "No, that he was a ‘man of faith.’ The Minister continued, “It has taken me eleven years to understand that this man was not a ‘man of faith.’ The Minister explained, “When ‘people of faith’ are pushed against a wall with not possible escape, they turn to God.” He continued, “When people of no faith are pushed against the wall with no possibility of escape, they become God.”
I have grown up terrified most all of my life and because of this constant state of terror, to me there was nothing greater than the sanctity of my own life. But no matter how hard I tried to live a peaceful life, I was not allowed and gradually I began to realize that my dreams, my ideals, my honor were of greater value than even the ends of my own life. In fact I learned that I could not separate the value of my ideals from the value of my own life.
So I my mind, the IF's family had higher ideals than even the sanctity of their individual lives. That is not to say that I would not have loved to seen the Young Empress once again promenading on the Isle of Wight, with her sisters, Victoria Milford Haven and Ella, and of course with her beautiful daughters and her dear boy, Alexis, not to mention a smiling Nicholas on her gracious arm.....grateful to have survived the horrors of an experience her grandmother told her could not last….