Ek vra maar net.

Vriende, ek kon om verskeie redes nie Jesus Way die afgelop drie weke bywoon nie. En sal vanaand ook nie kan nie. Gevolglik lees ek dikwels die blog om my op hoogte te hou maar (no offence) dit is vir my teleurstellend. Niemand deel hulle eie gedagtes nie, slegs copy en paste.

Waarom is daar nie daadwerklike en in diepte besprekinge nie? Waarskynlik voel niemand die behoefte nie aangesien die byeenkomste genoeg ruimte daarvoor bied. Of mense vind niemand die tyd daarvoor nie. Maar waarom dan die blog? Is dit dalk 'n kwessie van "Biting off more than you can chew"?

Jammer julle! Ek vra maar net...

I THANK YOU, LORD

I THANK YOU, LORD

Just this once, Lord,
I want to come to You without problems,
Without asking for anything,
without telling you how to run my day,
Just simply to say Thank You!
For Your forgiveness when we fall...
For the sheer joy of sleep when I'm terribly tired...
For the silent strength of humility when pride over takes me...
For the justice of Your laws when men are cruel...
For the remedies for sickness when I am ill...
For the simplicity of orderliness when I face confusion...
For the assurance that You have made a place especially for me when I feel inadequate among my peers...
For the joy of helping others when I see people in need...
For the earthly evidences of Your Will when I'm trying to find out what life is all about...
For the reality of Your world when I stray too far into fantasy...
For the rightness of reasonableness
when I panic too quickly...
For the fun that refreshes
when everything gets too serious...
For the renewal in moments of silence when
I'm dizzy from being busy in a hectic world...

Thank You, Lord for all these things.
But most of all, Thank You for Your Abiding Presence
that makes every day I live, a day of thanks.

I THANK YOU LORD.
AMEN

"I believe in the sun -
even when it is not shining.
I believe in love -
even when not feeling it.
I believe in God -
even when He is silent."

GOD'S Rosebud - Author ?

A new minister was walking with an older, more seasoned minister in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what God had for him to do, he was asking the older preacher for some advice.

The older preacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young preacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals.

The young preacher looked in disbelief at the older preacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of God for his life and ministry. But because of his great respect for the older preacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact.

It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do.
Noticing the younger preacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older preacher began to recite the following poem...

"It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of God's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine."

"The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
GOD opens this flower so easily,
But in my hands they die."

"If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of God's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?"
"So I'll trust in God for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to God for guidance
In each step of the way."

"The path that lies before me,
Only my Lord knows.
I'll trust God to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose."

Die Barmhartige Samaritaan

Hi Julle almal,

Met betrekking tot gisteraand se gesprekke rondom die goeie samaritaan - hier is 'n oulike wiki reference wat so te sê opsom wat ons bespreek het.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parable_of_the_Good_Samaritan

Groete

The glory goes to?

God can use you to your full potential.
You aren't the message, you are just the messenger.


The glory goes to God (the Sender) and not the delivery person.
The messenger spreads the message

Dit is hoekom ons so moet leef dat ons God eer

• saai die saadjie,
• leef die goeie nuus
• deel jou ervaring met ander
• selebrate life

Elke dag is 'n nuwe dag waar ons moet probeer om ons geleenthede raak te sien, dit te gebruik en God die eer te gee.

Supernaturally natural and naturally supernatural

Een van die grondbeginsels van die okkulte is: “As above, so below”. Dit vind weerga in die Onse Vader gebed met “Soos in die Hemel, so ook op die aarde”. Dit is eintlik ’n oeroue geestelike beginsel wat leer dat die fisiese sy eweknie in die geestelike het en andersom.

Dit het my laat dink dat God eintlik baie wonderliker werk as wat ons ooit kan dink. Dit moes seker ’n Amerikaner gewees het wat dit gesê het maar ek onthou dat ek al gehoor het iemand sê: “God is supernaturally natural and naturally supernatural”. Ons groot probleem is om geestelike waarhede te verstaan en God se probleem is om dit te verduidelik. Hoe verduidelik jy aan iemand wat blind gebore is hoe lyk blou? Ons verwarring is duidelik in al ons dogma sigbaar! Tog sê die Bybel dat God deur sy skepping duidelik geken en verstaan kan word.

So reken ek toe dat God nooit voorbeelde gebruik om geestelike waarhede aan ons te verduidelik nie. Hy gaan ’n stap verder deur die kosmos so te skape dat dit een groot praktiese preek word. Om te verduidelik:

God vergelyk homself nie met die son, of water nie. Hy rig die skepping so in dat ons iets van hom daardeur kan verstaan. Die son is die middelpunt van ons sonnestelsel. Dit gee lig, lewe, hitte, energie en hou alles bymekaar. Die ganse aarde en elke lewende organisme is van water afhanklik. Met dit in gedagte sê God dan dat hy die Son van geregtigheid en die water van die lewe is. Ander voorbeelde is volop – ’n saad kan nie groei as dit nie in die grond val en sterf nie. Net dit wat die mens saai, sal die mens maai. Ongeag jou godsdienstige oortuigings blyk die natuurwette ook waar te wees as geestelike wette. ’n Mens sou selfs kon spekuleer dat die natuurwette afbeeldings is van geestelike wette.

The Christian spirit defined by Carol Wimmer as she wished to experience it

WHEN I SAY, "I AM A CHRISTIAN"

When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not shouting, "I've been saved!" I'm whispering, "I get lost! That's why I chose this way" When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't speak with human pride I'm confessing that I stumble-needing God to be my guide When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not trying to be strong I'm professing that I'm weak and pray for strength to carry on When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not bragging of success I'm admitting that I've failed and cannot ever pay the debt When I say, "I am a Christian," I don't think I know it all I submit to my confusion asking humbly to be taught When I say, "I am a Christian," I'm not claiming to be perfect My flaws are far too visible but God believes I'm worth it When I say, "I am a Christian," I still feel the sting of pain I have my share of heartache which is why I seek His name When I say, "I am a Christian," I do not wish to judge I have no authority--I only know I'm loved Copyright 1988 Carol Wimmer