Nire Aitaren Etxea

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Nire Aitaren Etxea         (A Tale)                   May 2020

For six years Fred was a member of an elite military force. As much as he loved that brotherhood, the things that had happened were situations that he wanted to leave in the past. It wasn’t that Fred wanted to be unknown, he just wanted to draw away from those times. Just a year later he started his own company and in less than 14 months was bought out by Google for $15 million. Not long after that he met Kathryn while he was spending a weekend in a crummy motel in Puerto Nuevo, BC.

Kate didn’t know about his past and never would. She was attracted to Fred somewhat by his size but more than that was this sense of underlying power and protection. Love, marriage, and baby Ella Dora came very quickly. She was their sweetheart. Not a pretty child, but one with a tender nature and a passion for the needs of other people. At least that was true the first 15 years of her life.  Then came the teens.

Kate worried over her daughter, fearing that she would never find a good man like Fred. They lived modestly in their four-bedroom house in a quiet suburb. Fred worked at the local Home Depot just to keep busy. Kate worried about that too as they just paid the bills and never seemed to get ahead. Then the trouble started.

Ella Dora was dating a boy who said he was 18 but looked more like 20. She had lied to her parents about where she met the Man; at a friend’s party. It was actually in a dark movie theater. She had been sitting with her girlfriends when the Man put the moves on her. Later when the Man was Invited over to their house for dinner, he, of course, been the perfect gentleman. A week later, at 2:00 am, Fred found them in Ella Dora’s bedroom. This was the turning point in everyone’s life.

He had never experienced anything like it before as Ella Dora screamed at him that she was in love. Kate, aroused by her fears for Ella Dora‘s future, sided with her daughter. Fred felt helpless. If that had been the end of it, things probably would’ve worked out.  Within a month, the Man had moved in to the daughter’s bedroom. In frustration, Fred wrote out a list of twenty House Rules and posted them on the wall of the dining room on four 8 1/2 x 14 printed sheets. He shouldn’t have been surprised when they were torn down.

As things ramped up, Ella Dora, Kate and the Man started cursing Fred behind his back, which quickly morphed into laughing and profanity. They created terms like FredDammit and FredCrap.  It didn’t end there; they decided to not even acknowledge his presence.  They often talked about the stupid things Fred did, while sitting in the same room with him.  It didn’t matter that Ella Dora, Kate, and the Man did not work. They figured, as the “FredHead” of the family, he was responsible for taking care of them. Fred had a million dollar life insurance policy which he kept in a sealed envelope in his locked desk.   One morning he discovered the lock had been jimmied and the envelope opened.

It was a Thursday afternoon when the three demanded $500 cash so they could go to the mall.  When they got back to the house four hours later, the locks had been changed. The Man broke through a kitchen window and climbed in over the sink. The entire house, other than their personal possessions, had been cleaned out. Fred was gone, and they would never see him again.

As a trained military expert he had the physical ability to get rid of the Man. As a person of wealth he had the ability to buy the Man off.  As an entrepreneur he had the intelligence to find a hundred other ways to take care of the situation. None of those techniques would have helped with what Fred wanted the most: to be loved and respected by his wife and daughter. Perhaps it was too much to ask, but the Man could have married his daughter and learned to care about Fred, too.

We need to return our Father to the position of respect and love. More than anything we need to re-read the life insurance policy that has been given to us in John 3:16.  Our house, without the Father, is an empty and impoverished shell of a place.  With Him, it is fully furnished in love, powers, and provisions. He has given us all that we need, and grateful hearts should thank Him with prayer and thanksgiving.   I fear for my countrymen who curse the Father, have torn his rules from the walls, and denied his very existence. What shall become of us if He removes His protective hand? It is time for us to call upon Him for the great care that He has for us and bring him back into our homes.


Nire Aitaren Etxea by Gabriel Aresti 1963


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