Some thoughts on church, Ephesians 2&3 and the beauty of salvation. In Bethlehem there is a monument that boldly proclaims separation between Israel and Palestine. The wall tells stories of separation, of discrimination, of hate. And unlike the wall that represented the iron curtain this one is still standing. Art has been applied to the …
A flash of colour as the tablecloth is unfurled, a clinking of glasses brought to the table, the sight of flowers being arranged, smells drifting through the air. It’s a preparation, it’s a feast. Conversation is focused and task-driven but underneath a glimmer of the real feeling that is mounting – expectation. The celebration at …
…to carry the weight of a burdened and burning country to a Father that is bigger and more aware of it all than we could ever be. Because the reality is that He is able. And to allow everything that threatens to crush and overcome our faith to be bigger than Him is in effect not faith at all.
Dit is wat die bruilof is – ‘n gedeeltelike openbaring wat met die volheid van tyd sal ontvou in ‘n heerlike en volmaakte bekendmaking.
To you, the school of the nations This is a thank you. Or an attempt at acknowledgement. To the countless faces and people that I have crossed paths with in the past few years. I once heard a sermon of the way that we are rocks on a river bed, being tossed and turned and …
Anyone that knows me will know that I absolutely love being outside and that being in or around mountains is without a doubt where I am in my happy place. So imagine my excitement and anticipation for our visit to the small town of Incahuasi high in the Andes mountains of Peru with Oom Hendrik. …
Na my vakansie in Korea, Viëtnam en Kambodja het my ma so terloops opgemerk dat sy die heel meeste hou van die foto’s wat ons geneem het van die kinders (so asof haar eie kinders nie mooi genoeg is nie). Maar sy het nogal ‘n punt beet; dis asof die groot tempels en mooi natuurtonele …
Die wekker gaan af en sy druk dit vinnig dood voor die kinders hier langs haar te wakker word. Een, twee, drie, vier tel sy hulle en hoor die diep asemhalings hier in die sinkdakhuisie – veilig en tevrede vir nou ten spyte van so baie tekorte. Die nag is nog swaar met stilte en … Lees voort
Die donker wolke pak al heel middag stelselmatig en presies op die horison saam. ‘n Paar verdwaalde druppels groet ons as ‘n voorsmaak van wat kom. Op ‘n ou klipsteenstoep staan en kyk ons hoe die reën aankom. Om te sê kyk is nie ‘n ryk genoeg beskrywing nie; dit is ‘n volslae aanslag op … Lees voort
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Vroegoggend reeds staan ‘n streep rooi remligte wat wag om deur die tolhek te gaan. Al langs die pad is mens bewus van harte wat dieselfde eindbestemming in gedagte het. Dis ‘n vriendelike groet in die verbyry, busse vol mense, plakkate in die agterste vensters. Ons gaan bid. Vir ons land. Met die aankomslag moet … Lees voort
And the soul knows it’s worth… The sounds of oh holy night are blaring through speakers in the overcrowded mall. It is Christmas time. Or in this case time for shopping. For maxing out credit cards. For pushing and shoving past other souls to get our hands on the special can of biscuits. Oh, for … Lees voort
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