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Communication

We are doing a series in church on the Holy Spirit. On Sunday we learned that the Holy Spirit shines the spotlight on Jesus and that He is the means of communication with God. One of the main ways God communicates with us is through the Bible.

I was reminded of our recent trip to Ramsgate. No holiday at the South Coast in KZN is complete without a visit to the Waffle House in Ramsgate. Thus, when we had three days in Hibberdene together with our Randburg family and our son from Russia, we all went for waffles at the Waffle House.

It is situated next to a lagoon and after we had enjoyed the decadent food and explored the little craft and curio shop, we decided to take two paddle boats on the lagoon. The operator was a big friendly man who equipped us all with life jackets and pushed off the boats. My husband, who decided to stay behind and watch, noticed that during the quieter times the man would read a big book open on his lap. He chatted to the man later and found out it was a well-used Zulu Bible with no cover and pages showing signs of regular handling. The man said he reads the Bible at every opportunity because God speaks to him through His Word. What an example to me!

“Blessed is the one… whose delight is in the law of the Lord, and who meditates on his law day and night.” (Psalm 1:1-2, selected NIV)

My Prayer

Father, please give me a hunger for Your Word that I may find it more compelling than my cell phone. Amen.

Numbers 6:24-26

Living Bible

24-26 ‘May the Lord bless and protect you; may the Lord’s face radiate with joy because of you; may he be gracious to you, show you his favor, and give you his peace.’

Photo taken at Scottburgh Caravan Park.

This post is part of One-Liner Wednesday.

Just Another Example

Last Saturday, in the late afternoon, I fell off my bicycle.

We are staying in the Karridene Caravan Park in KwaZulu Natal. We are allowed to use the facilities of the Protea Hotel Karridene, including a much stronger Wifi signal than the wispy, come-and-go signal we receive at the edges of the caravan park. I had cycled to the conference centre and was on my way back to our site.

I landed on my elbow. A concerned fellow camper came to see if I was all right and walked my bike back to our site. My husband was a hundred metres or so behind me and soon arrived to look after me. My arm was very sore and I could feel the blood running down the inside of my jacket sleeve.

We managed to stop the flow of blood after washing the area well and my husband bandaged up the wound. Remembering my first aid training, I thought it best to put the arm in a sling and used my other jacket with a safety pin for that purpose.

I put my feet up and rested my arm on a pillow while my husband pampered me and made the supper. I took Aspirin and felt warm and snug. Soon I decided to go to bed. I went into the bathroom and changed into my pyjamas. Big mistake. My elbow started bleeding again. Blood soaked through the bandage. We found a dishcloth to use as a pressure pad but I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop. However, we tied the pad tightly, sent prayer requests to our family and I entrusted my arm to the Lord, hoping I wouldn’t find blood all over the duvet and pillow in the morning.

It was, of course, all right but I decided in any case to try to get to a medical facility and have the wound properly dressed and have a tetanus shot.

So Sunday saw us at Intercare in Amanzimtoti. While we were out and about, (it takes quite something to disconnect the motorhome from electricity and gas and wind up the legs so we can use the vehicle as a car) we thought we might just as well get a repeat of our tablets which we had planned to do on the Friday.

On Monday, South Africa went crazy. Shopping malls were attacked, looted, burned. The main highway between Johannesburg and Durban was closed. Rumours were rife, people were afraid. Those shopping malls that weren’t totally destroyed were closed. Most of them are still closed. Food became an issue.

Now it’s a week later. My elbow is so much improved, just three scabs and two sections of bruise that are changing from purple to yellow. Things have quietened a lot. The beach is now open, the roads are open and slowly smaller shopping areas are opening with long queues and limited access. In some cases people have queued for up to eight hours to go into a shop. Clicks stores, where we get our tablets, are not yet open in our area.

It just struck me yesterday, as I refilled my tablet container with the new stock. If I hadn’t fallen off my bike and damaged myself badly enough to be beyond my own first aid resources, I would not currently have tablets for my hypertension and hypothyroidism.

Falling off a bicycle is not a good thing. Is it possible that this is just another example of God using something bad for my good? After all, the Bible says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” (Romans 8:28 NIV)

My Prayer

Lord, please open my eyes to the working of Your hand in all the circumstances of my life. Amen.

Slippery Slope

The caravan park where we are staying is separated from the swimming beach by a railway line. An access bridge has been built across it, made out of what appears to be recycled plastic.

Recently, we decided to get up early so we could see the sun rise over the sea. What we are not used to, coming from a much drier area, is the condensation that collects on any solid surface. As we walked across the bridge we left wet footprints.

My husband nearly slipped three times on the slopes and I had to hold onto the rail which made my gloves wet.

Life is sometimes like that. A person is on the right path, going in the right direction when suddenly his feet slip and he loses balance and lands in a mess, possibly sustaining an injury. It can be caused by something out of the blue or circumstances that are beyond his knowledge or experience.

Even in those circumstances, God is with us. We have faith that He is with us, no matter what.

Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (Hebrew 11:1)

My Prayer

Father God, thank you that You are with me even when my feet slip. May I always trust You and put my hope in Your eternal plan. Amen.

This post is part of Streams of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt is the word, “hope.”

Sunrise over the sea

Wisdom

“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go. I will counsel you with my loving eye upon you.” (Psalm 32:8 NIV)

Wisdom is knowing how to live well. God promises to help us find wisdom.

Wisdom is not the same as knowledge. It has been said, “Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit. Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.”

Image by silviarita from Pixabay

This post is part of One-Liner-Wednesday.

Artistry

“You are the ARTIST of your own LIFE. Don’t hand the paintbrush to anyone else.” (Little Georgia.)

Those of us who are Christians have already handed over our paintbrushes to Jesus, the master painter who created us as amazing, unrepeatable masterpieces.

This post is part of One-Liner-Wednesday.

A Time to Remember

New Year is a good time to pause and take stock, a time to remember the things of the past.

It is a time to remember that we are God’s servants. He is not ours. We are here today and gone tomorrow. “All people are like grass, and their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of God endures forever.” (1 Peter 1:24-25 NIV) We are not in control. God is. Covid 19 has taught us that.

It is a time to remember that our achievements are not our own and are no cause for pride. Deuteronomy 8:17-18 reads, “You may say to yourself, ‘My power and the strength of my hands have produced this wealth for me.’ But remember the Lord your God, for it is he that gives you the ability to produce wealth…

It is a time to remember what God has done and how He’s been with us even through tough times.

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness, the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed. I remember it all – oh, how well I remember the feeling of hitting the bottom. But there’s one other thing I remember, and remembering, I keep a grip on hope: God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out, his merciful love couldn’t have dried up. They’re created new every morning. How great is your faithfulness!“(Lamentations 3:19-23 The Message)

It is a time to remember the good, the positive, the moments of love and to give thanks to God.

However, Ecclesiastes 3:1 tells us, “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens. (NIV)

This is followed by a list of opposites. I would like to add the following to the list:-

There is a time to remember and a time to forget.

Tomorrow I will look at a time to forget.

This post is part of JusJoJan

Trick or Treat

This post is part of the Saturday Streams of Consciousness where we are required to write without editing whatever comes, prompted by a word. This week’s word is “trick”

Whenever I see stores decorated for Halloween, I have a negative gut reaction. This stems from the era in which I was born, my country of residence and my Anglican origens. The church celebrates All Saints Day on the 1st November to honour all the saints and the night before is regarded as the night where the evil spirits are loosed to cause havoc on earth. This probably arose from the Celts who believed that the spirits of the dead roamed the earth that night, destroying crops and harming people.

Therefore I regard Halloween as a symbol of evil.

The South African Police know to expect a spike of violent crimes on the 31st October, including murders and ritual sacrifices, including torture of animals. Some say it is the Devil’s holy day and Satanists celebrate it as such. I have no personal knowledge of that except for a lady who came to talk to a group of kids at school a very long time ago. She used to be a Satanist but found Christ.

This morning my son in Russia sent me a photo of a light in a pumpkin he had carved. I had to overcome my gut reaction. After all, it’s a piece of craftmanship. I have tried carving a watermelon with indifferent results. After all, a pumpkin in itself has no intrinsic significance as a symbol except as a gift from God. The most important thing to see is that the light is the hero of the picture, not the pumpkin.

Jesus is the Light of the world and while it is true that Satan is the ruler of the world at this moment, Jesu’s light can’t be extinguished.

Satan, who is the god of this world, has blinded the minds of those who don’t believe. They are unable to see the glorious light of the Good News. they don’t understand this message about the glory of Christ, who is the exact likeness of God.” (2 Cor 4:4 NLT)

So let us not be blinded by the trick of Satan, but open our eyes to the treat of being in a relationship with Jesus Christ, the Light of the World.