In April 1994, I was invited to fly round the world and expound the Lord's Prayer in the U.S.A. during September. Having acquired the plane ticket, as an only child I was much looking forward to visiting my parents in Banydale (near Swellendam in South Africa) - on my way from Australia to America.

However, in July 1994, my father (almost 86) was robbed - and left for dead in his home. My mother (having lost her mind and the use of some of her bodily functions) was permanently hospitalized. One week after being assaulted, my father died in the hospital and went to be with the Lord.