Vat dit huistoe!

Ek dink aan `n struktuur. Almal gebruik dit: gesinne, enkellopendes, oues, jonges, alle kulture. Dit kom in verskillende vorms. Word gemaak van sink, hout, karton, bakstene, plastiek en soms net `n kombers of koerantpapier. Dis `n plek (al skuif dit vir party), dis `n gevoel, dis huis! Maar of jy nou sinke slaan, bakstene lê, plastiek of seil oortrek, karton opslaan of kombêrs gooi: as die Here dit nie bou, bou elkeen verniet (Ps. 127). Verniet dat jy baie geld spaar om `n mooie te bou, verniet as jy laat gaan slaap omdat dit steeds koud is of die reën deur die gate lek. Sal die Here pyle in ons huise kry, ongeag die mense wat daar bly of die materiaal waarmee dit gebou is? Pyle waarmee Hy die teiken tref? Vat dit huistoe! Moenie nog `n bediening bou, nog `n projek loots, nog geboue bou nie! Vat geloof huistoe! Help pa`s en ma`s om hul geloof in hul kinders te giet; help oupa`s en ouma`s om verbondsbidders te wees vir kleinkinders en kinders; help enkellopendes om in hul huise, kommunes en koshuise geloof te leef! Vat dit huistoe!

My motief vir Gee geskud (2

My motief vir Gee geskud (2

Waarom het ek so lank gevat om hierdie een te skryf? Want dis eina.....

Nog `n 1000 km tot in Potch. Ons is moeg, maar ons harte is vol: Gee by KKNK was nie altyd lekker nie, maar wel goed vir ons. Ek bly heeltyd bid dat ons drywers sal wakker bly, soveel verantwoordelikheid, soveel lewens.
Die kragtige bakkie wat `n broer vir ons geGee het, eet stadig die kilomers. 17:00  - ons Gee  laaste klompie koffie, melke en suiker weg vir die Presidenst Kruger Kinderhuis op Reddersburg http://www.krugerkinderhuis.co.za/. Dan eet ons weer teer.
19:00 - die eerste teespoed kom toe die ander motor `n band afskryf. Vinnig word bande geruil, die pad is nog lank en môre vlieg ek huistoe. Steeds bly die gees hoog, God het wonderlike mense geGee om saam te Gee.
20:00 - Goed op spoed ry ons die padverlegging anderkant Bultfontein binne. Maar weer word ons haas (nee ons het nooit gejaag nie) getemper: die bakkie se enjin het gegaan! Ai toggie, wat sê ek nou vir die mense wat dit geGee het, hoe kan ek hulle kompenseer......ek kan nie! En om dit erger te maak is hulle ook die mense wat al die pad ry om ons te kom insleep, asof hulle nog nie genoeg geGee het nie. Terwyl almal in goeie gees wag vir die insleepdiens, sê Sam skielik “God really challenged my motives for giving this week. Why did we really give?” Die slotsom van ons gesprek: nie sodat ons kan kry nie, maar omdat ons reeds alles gekry het...........

0:15 (of daar iewers) – ons val in die pad; die grootste klomp in twee voertuie vooruit Potch toe, en ek word deur Sam en oom Eddie ingesleep. “Here, ek moet wakker bly” bid, vra, gesels ek........

1:00 - `n Verblindende lig,... `n harde slag, ... die bakkie rol,..... 35 jaar vlieg in 1 sekond deur my kop. Gedagte: dan is dit nou.................Die bakkie kom op sy sy tot stilstand.  My knie is bietjie seer......OOM EDDIE!? SAM!? Soos ek uit die bakkie wurm, sien ek dat ook hulle nie `n skrapie het nie – 6 ton, teen +- 100km `n uur, maak self die som = wonderwerk. Ons leef, ...... en tog, verdrietig skreeu iemand “My wife is dead.”

Ja, ek, ons leef, sy is dood...........
So wat is my motief vir Gee? Met watter motief wil ek ander kompenseer wat so baie “goeters” gegee het? “Hoekom Here hierdie ding binne in ons Gee tyd?” Want Gee hou nooit op nie, dis nie `n uitreik nie, dis nie `n projek nie. Gee is leef!
En so besef ek, ek is nie die gewer nie, Hy is. Wat behoort my motief vir Gee te wees? Ek kan nie anders nie, so lank ek hier leef, is ek `n instrument vir die Gewer.

Toe ek my seuntjies en vrou later die oggend op die lughawe vasdruk, weet ek: “ek verdien dit nie, ek moes dood gewees het. Maar my God het die lewe hier vir my terug geGee.” Ek Gee nie om te leef nie, ek leef om te Gee, omdat Hy als geGee het, EN leef!

GKafee the American way 2

GKafee, Oudsthoorn—KKNK

Abby (top left) working her magic with some local boys

-Abby Kitchener (USA)

The thousands of people walking around, the air of excitement about festivities, delighted screams coming from those on the rides, blaring music from live shows, shops overflowing with biltong, jams, t-shirts, and artwork—all sights and sounds that make up KKNK every year in Oudtshoorn. And yet in the midst of all this revelry and noise, God is working in powerful and mysterious ways, and in my case, He worked through prayer.

Because of the intense heat during the day, some of us volunteering with Gkafee walked around giving cold water to those working or walking in the streets as they came and went from the art festival. It was here that I met Cindy, as she accepted the water and chatted with me. During the following days, she came to the tent at different times to sit and talk about her day, showing me how she dyed her hair black or what she saw at the shops; other times, I caught up with her on the street since she lived close by. Cindy was a different sort of lady, in her upper 40’s or early 50’s with glazed eyes and jumping from topic to topic; one day she even carried a doll with her that looked like a real infant. Somehow, we took an interest in each other and our conversation flowed easily.

One day after she had talked to me about her problems with her husband and daughter and those in the community, I asked if I could pray for her. She complied, and I prayed briefly for her, without eloquence or in a seemingly powerful way. When I finished the prayer, Cindy looked up at me with clear bright eyes and a big smile on her face. She said, “I felt your prayer. It sent shocks through my whole body. I could feel it all the way down.” Then, she surprisingly went on speaking, almost as if prophesying over me, telling me that I would go into Africa with nothing, no money, and yet people wouldn’t want anything from me but would give me a place to stay. She said I would go with God’s passion. She encouraged me that I was one of God’s chosen people, chosen for this very moment—now.

I sat in shock. Here I had prayed for her, feeling pretty “Christiany” about it, and then she in turn spoke compelling words over me, the missionary! I don’t even know if Cindy is a born again believer and listens for God’s voice. But how could she have known that I had specifically prayed for passion in my life while here in Africa? In that hot Gkafee tent, with the buzz all around us of people enjoying the KKNK, Cindy spoke words of life over me that day, telling me I am a chosen one of the Father. God is always speaking to us—sometimes in surprising ways and through very unlikely people. May we have our spiritual ears and hearts tuned into what our Father is saying.

GKafee the American way 1

Kasey is the "gal" in the right hand corner.  

Kasey Parker is a friend and fellow believer from America. Here is her experience of GKafee:

As I was standing outside of the coffee tent at the KKNK Art Festival, a young lady started walking my way carrying with her all different sizes of feather dusters in all kinds of vibrant colors. As I offered her some water I noticed how hot she must have been from walking around all day with all the dusters encircling her, so I invited her into the tent to sit and rest for awhile. It was no surprise when she gladly accepted.
During the next hour or longer she had told be all about her family, school, and dreams. One of her biggest dreams was to start her own designer line just doing what she loves to do the most. Although she didn't have much to work with and only had her hands to do hours upon hours of sewing and stitching she was full of joy and pride each time she accomplished another one of her projects.
A few mornings later she came back to give me a gift. She had stayed up late the previous night drawing sketch after sketch of some of her many ideas for dresses and compiled them into her first binder she had received to hold her sketches. I was so touched by her thoughtfulness and have looked through that sketchbook many times since.
It amazes me every time to see what just a free smile, drink, and a listening ear can do for a person. God taught me a lot about the importance of not judging, but instead to lift up people and to encourage them. Mainly to be, simply, a friend who is willing to take the time to listen.

My Motief vir Gee Geskud (1

My motief vir Gee geskud (1

Terwyl ek baie besig is om te Gee (Gkafee 2012 by KKNK), word ek gekonfronteer met `n jong seun wat al agter my aanloop. Hoe meer ek graag wil hê dat hy moet weggaan, hoe meer hang hy rondom my. “Ek wil Gee man, maar jy pla my” dink ek by myself. My pogings om hom te verdryf sodat ek kan Gee misluk, totdat ek omdraai en moedeloos vra: “Wil jy jou gesig was?” Sy kop knik. Ek tap `n emmer warmwater met seep, en kyk hoe hy die lae stof en vuil van sy gesiggie probeer afwas. Maar iets is anders vang my, hierdie kind van 10/11 sukkel om die lap vas te hou, as of hy nie weet hoe nie. Ek vat die lap by hom en help. Lyf teen lyf, in naby-ruik-afstand, was ek `n vreemde seuntjie, en dis asof hy onder die ferm maar liefdevolle aanraking ontspan. “Eina” sê hy en wys die seerplek aan sy hand, waar ouboet hom in sy dronkenskap bygekom het. Daar is nog `n seer aan sy voet. En so was ek al die uitsteek-dele, en nou het hy van kleur en kleur verander. Ek kan nie nou iets aan die sere doen nie, maar ek kan luister. Ek kan nie iets aan ouboet doen nie, maar ek kan hier wees. Weer besef ek, my motiewe en verwagtinge van Gee bly kortsigtig. God verdwerg my pogings met sy teenwoordigheid. Gee is beter wanneer ek oop is vir waar Hy wil Gee. Hierdie mensie voor my, ek moet my vir hom gee, dis al.
Teelepels: dink daaraan, Hy het voeter gewas......maar Hy het ook toegelaat dat sy voete met duur olie gewas word. Dit gaan nooit oor die koffie, water, olie wat gegee word nie, maar die mens, die verhouding!

Nog gedagtes oor Gkafee 2012

Nog Gedagte oor Gkafee by die GGNG/KKNK 2012 (2)

     “Verwag om teleurgesteld te wees” hoor ek myself en Paul vir almal sê. En so gaan die avontuur van gee voort. Dis die eerste keer dat so iets by KKNK gebeur, en mense koop nog nie ons idee van GGNG nie. “Wat is die lokval?” wil die mense, wat darem oogkontak maak en praat, weet. “Hiersie lokvalle`ie, ne` koffie en baaaaie gratis suiker!” kom die spontane reaksie van menige plaaslike mensies wat vinnig besef hier`s `n bargain. En so kry bekendes soos Kurt, Pieter, Hennie, en Freddie hulle gratis koffie of yskoue water as hulle kom vir onderhoude by “ons” radiostasie, saam met onbekende Boy, James, Lenie, André en die vier brandarm sussies wie se name ek nie kan onthou nie.

Goeie vriende ontmoet weer by Gkafee

     “Hoekom gee julle vir hulle ook” wil `n tannie met `n opgetrekte neus weet. “Want ek is so lief vir hulle soos ek vir tannie is” antwoord een van die 12 :-). Ons mense het so wantrouig geraak (te verstane). Dit vat nogal inspanning om hulle te oortuig dat hierdie water en koffie net met liefde gespike is, jou niks gaan kos nie en jou nie tot `n donasie wil verlei nie. `n Mooi getuienis hieroor kom oor ons Amerikaanse vriend Samuel, wat net `n paar woorde Afrikaans kan praat. Twee tannies kom in die tent in en sê: “ons was baie skepties en hierdie is maar vreemd, maar daai kind se oë was so sag, hier moet iets goeds aan wees.” Dit is God wat grense van taal en vertroue oorsteek wat ons nie kan nie.
     Elke keer as ek die Gee wil organiseer, kom daar `n dorinkie in die vlees wat my herinner, dit gaan nie oor wat jy Gee nie, maar wie jy is as jy gee. Kyk in oë, ruik diep (selfs al ontstel die geur van lank laas se was jou), vat aan `n skouer, wees ferm met `n glimlag op jou bakkies, erken die wonde, wys jou eie kwesbaarheid. Gun mense om nie te wil vat wat jy gratis wil gee nie. Dink aan Jesus wat sê: hulle weet nie wat hulle doen nie (soos een dame kliphard vir `n groep sê wat nie die yskoue water wil vat nie). Gee mag nooit `n Brand wees nie, moenie oorgeorganiseer word nie, moet relevant, rou, kreatief, en op hierdie een voor my gerig wees. Gee is nie altyd lekker nie. Wanneer jy gestroop word van jou verwagting, weet jy dis goed vir jou. Moenie op die seën van Gee fokus nie, maar fokus op die gehoorsaamheid daarvan!

Vir nog foto`s, gaan kyk hier: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150663859072611.384734.140266187610&type=3

Gedagtes oor Gee by KKNK 2012

Gedagtes oor G by Gkafee tydens die GGNG (KKNK) (1)

     Dis weer sulke tyd. Ek wil jou vertel van iets waarvan ek deel was, maar waarvan ek nie veel weet nie. Dit was my tweede geleentheid om deel te wees van die Gee beweging, hierdie keer in die vorm van Gkafee by KKNK (of GGNG soos ons dit vernoem het).

     As ek sê dat ek nie veel daarvan weet nie, is dit omdat alles anders uitgewerk het as wat ons beplan het. Skenkings het baie stadig ingekom, en toe ons begin ander planne maak, kom daar uit onverwagse oorde ondersteuning. Daar het selfs oorgebly om vir die Reddersburg kinderhuis weg te Gee.
   
     Die beplanning het ons so goed moontlik probeer doen, al het ons al teen hierdie tyd geleer om ons verwagtinge te begrens. Moeilikheid duik toe sommer vroeg op. Klomp mense sê hulle kom, en wil kom, maar 12 daag op. Ons kry `n lekker groot perseel met `n goeie ligging. Ons word gevra om `n radiostasie se karavaan te akkomodeer, wat ons doen want dis mos `n manier van gee. Die Woensdag voor ons vertrek hoor ons dat `n kosstalletjie ook op ons perseel staan en dat daar nie daaroor geonderhandel gaan word nie. Hoe dinge dus prakties gaan werk weet ons glad nie.
     Daar aangekom, is dit ons eerste uitdaging: baklei, of gee. Gelukkig het ons gekom om te gee en deur onderhandeling en mooi praat kry ons die helfte van ons tent weggegee (want sien, gee is mos beter), en kan ons opslaan om die volgende dag te begin :-) gee. Vieserig stap ek by die groot kosstalletjie verby wat ons spasie gevat het, en wonder “wat moet ek sien Here?”
     Min het ek geweet dat die Here die radiostasie gebring het as G-geleentheid en dat Hy die omroepers tot Gee sou aanspoor en dit laat uitsaai. Hoe kon ek weet dat Hy Kobus se kosstalletjie langs ons s’n gereël het, sodat Hy vir ons kos kon Gee (ja gratis), en Kobus ons sy storie kon Gee.

Vir foto`s gaan kyk by https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150663859072611.384734.140266187610&type=3

In the Hands of the Potter

In the Hands of the Potter


Who is this Potter?
We get to know Him as the one who makes stuff. He made all that we see, even us (Gen.2:7). David sings about this in Psalm 139: 13-16. “Fearfully and wonderfully made.”


With the fall into sin, man tried to shrug out of the Potters hands. Yet He immediately starts moulding the clay again, and again, and again. He had a bigger purpose. 2 Corinthians 4:7 tells us that it is to carry the treasure of treasures, the Knowledge that the Potter is King over everything, and that He is reforming us into something useful. We are only jars made of clay, nothing spectacular, breakable. But the power lies inside you. God called us to do great things in His Kingdom. Looking at how a potter goes about making something, we can learn a lot about the Potters reform on us (here is a video demonstration) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9-hAJ8IrmU).


Step 1: prepare the clay.
Clay doesn’t just lie around, ready for use. It is dug out, pounded to powder and then worked into humps of clay. 
Ephesians tells us that God called us, even before He created the earth. We belong to Him to use as He pleases – He prepares us to be useful.


Step 2 – Throwing or making the clay stick.
This is very important, because the clay can come lose and fly from the potter`s wheel. This requires smacking and pounding in order for the foundation of the clay to firmly stick to the wheel.
As Believers in the Potters hands, He wants us to stick to the foundation. For this purpose He gave his Son. Not only to save us, but so that we may know that He is the Potter – His kingdom is everything. And sometimes we are so full of ourselves that He needs to pound it into us.


Step 3 – centre
If the clay is not centred it is very difficult to shape, and to keep shape. So the Potter brings the clay up between both hands, and then He pushes it down, brings it up, and pushes it down. 
Isn’t that exactly what the Holy Spirit does in us? While God the Father holds us and guides us in His hands, the Holy Spirits centres us with the will of the Father.  He brings us up to focus on the glory and majesty of God, and pushes us down when He reminds us about our vulnerability. Prayer shows that we are eager to centre our will with the will of God.


Step 4 – open up
As soon as the clay is centred, it is ready to open up. The potter pushes down on the soft middle of the centred clay and it opens up to show the base of the piece to be. Because the base or foundation is sticking properly, the rest can be formed. 
Likewise we experience that God puts His fingers on our soft parts, and gently opens us up. We are totally vulnerable in this state, but the comfort lies in the fact that the Potter knows best, He is preparing us for a greater purpose.


Step 5 – pulling up
The potter now starts to gently pull up the sides of the piece that is being formed. Now the potter reveals what his intentions are with the piece, if it is going to be a bowl, a jug, or pot.
With fingers that pulls and pushes, it takes on the shape that the potter has had in his mind from the start.
Similarly God starts forming us to be something useful. He increases our capacity/volume. Like the clay we still resist a little, but because the foundation is strong, the forming is easier. He forms us according to the plan He has had for the Kingdom from the start. No touch, or prod or pull is without cause. He wants to put His treasure in you.


The 6th and last step – bring it back
Because of gravity, the higher the sides go, the more the piece tends to swell and fall out. The potter must continually bring the clay back to the centre. If left unchecked, it will fall apart.
In the same way you and I are brought back to the centre. As our capacity grows, so does our sensitivity for God`s Word and for the working of the Spirit. Because God is hands on with us, He brings us back, never to think that we can be useful on our own. No, unchecked, we will fall apart.


But what if I fall apart, what if God doesn’t like what I have become? Read Jeremiah 18:1-4. This is the wonder of knowing the might of our Potter. He is the one that makes new creations out of old pottery. Unlike earthly potters, He can even use old pot shafts, yes out of broken pieces He builds Himself a piece that reflects more and more of His image, as He works on it.


I leave you with a few thoughts:


Do you really know the Potter? Not of Him – do you know Him and do you enjoy the time in His hands?

Do you thank Him for the way He made you? Yes with that nose, those ears, that skin colour – fearfully and wonderfully made.


Do you celebrate the fact that you are vulnerable? The fact that you were made out of clay and not out of stone? Be formed to His will – pray a lot.


Never be shy about the way that God is forming you! He is fulfilling His kingdom plan in the specific way that He is forming you. You do not have to have everything together, because that is a lie. Only the Potter has everything together, hands on.


What is your purpose? Are you to keep the treasure safe from harm? Really? You, the jar of clay? No! Share it! Multiply it like the widow`s jar that kept on giving oil. Share the wonderful intimacy as you felt the Potters hands working with you. To say that you can`t is to insult the Potter, because for this He has made you!

Spore of voet-spore?

Spore of voet-spore?

Teelepels

Ek lees onlangs `n mooi storie oor die treinmense deur Dana Snyman in die Weg. Hierin vertel hy hoe hy gaan soek het na die mense wat in die 80`s en vroeë 90`s nog die stasies en treine beman het wat die land deurkruis het. Suid-Afrika het beskik oor een van die beste spoornetwerke ter wêreld. Maar nou is die stasies leeg, treine loop net nou en dan, en die mense? Die een na die ander het hulle briewe gekry wat sê dat hul pos nie meer benodig word nie. Die stasie maak toe. “Hulle het ons weggegooi” sê oom Hans van Vuuren, 38 jaar in diens van die Spoorweë.

Hoe het dit gebeur? Het die tegnologie maar net so verbeter dat treine oudtyds geraak het? Miskien, en tog speek treine elders in die wêreld, steeds `n groot rol in vervoer. Tog is die feit dat padvervoer vinniger, veiliger en meer betroubaar geword het. Produkte het verander, markte het verander, prioriteite en politiek het verander. En as jy die een storie na die ander hoor van mense wat steeds op die treindorpie bly, sou hulle nooit kon glo dat die wêreld sonder treine kon regkom nie. Hoe kan die wêreld reg werk sonder `n trein wat presies op die regte tyd inkom en uitgaan, sonder die dissipline van skoon netjiese stasies, rooi gepoleerde stoepe, roepmanne wat drywers betyds wakker maak, jong seuns van 16-17 wat treine skrop, kole stook en presies maak soos die drywer gebied. Hierdie instansie wat soveel mense `n lewe gegee het, op wie se rug Suider Afrika gebou is, was “nooit” in `n krisis nie, totdat die krisis hom ingehaal het. Was die probleem dalk dat daar te veel opgegaan is in die treine en te min in die besigheid van vervoer?

Sommige het aangepas, trokdrywers geword, winkeltjies oopgemaak, want vervoer moes aangaan, goedere moes steeds verskaf word. Ander, bly nog daar op die treindorp, met rooi gepoleerde stoep, horlosie presies op tyd, en sê: ons is weggegooi. “Die Spoorweë,” die instansie waarvoor ek my lewe gegee het, het my weggegooi.

Koninkryk

Terwyl ek hierdie storie lees kon ek nie help om aan die kerk te dink nie. Daar is soveel raakplekke. Soos die spoorweë het die kerk `n groot rol in die opbou van Suider Afrika gespeel. Elke dorp het `n kerk, twee, drie gehad. Dit is bewaar en uitgebou met sterk dissipline. Elke “klerk” het presies geweet wat van hom verwag word om die instelling se werking glad te laat verloop. En hoe sou `n samelewing sonder hierdie instansie kon klaarkom? Dit was ondenkbaar. En was die kerk “nooit” in `n krisis nie, totdat die krisis haar ingehaal het.

Van verskeie kante hoor mens die aanklag: “die kerk het ons weggegooi.” Jy hoor dit by mense wat totaal ontnugter is deur die kerk se onvermoë om by die tyd aan te pas (die boodskap af te lewer), maar ook van hulle wat hul lewens vir die kerk gegee het.

Wat is die antwoord? `n Nuwe geld en sweet inspuiting in die instansie, sodat die stoepe van tradisie weer gepoleer kan word, sodat die presiese dissipline weer die werking van die kerk kan regruk? Moet ons weer in treine belê, of in vervoer? Wat is die doel van die kerk?

Die kerk is nie gegee sodat al die treine daar kan stop, skoongemaak kan word, en op hul pad gestuur kan word totdat dit oor 7 dae weer kom volmaak nie. Die kerk is gegee om iets kosbaars te vervoer, nie net op die breë spore van groot geboue en dominees wat weet hoe om te laat stook, en wanneer om te fluit nie. Maar juis om op elke manier moontlik, op elke snelweg, grondpad, tweespoorpaadjie, vliegtuig-, boot-, trein- en trokroete, deur draadlose kommunikasie, deur alle moontlike maniere, hier boodskap te vervoer terwyl ek dit lewe.

Indien iemand oor 10 tot 20 jaar van nou af `n rit sou onderneem om te gaan kyk waar die kerke en sy mense dan heen is. Wat sal hy kry? Mense met kerklike ornamente, eeufeeswyn, gedenkblaaie van 25, 50, 75 jaar se kerkwees, wat verlangend na die goeie ou dae sê: die kerk het ons weggegooi?

Of sal hy skryf van `n instansie wat `n beweging geword het. `n Beweging wat die vervoer en leef van hul boodskap so ernstig opgeneem het, dat daar nie `n plek is waar dit nie uitgekom het nie. En die rede? Ons volg in Sy voetspore......

Volg jy die spoor? Of volg jy voet-spore?

How not to submit to God

How not to submit to God! James 4:11-17


Teelepels
There`s at least 2 things you can do to demonstrate that you do not submit to God.


1. Judge others - it helps to know that you are better than them. It allows you to speak evil of them, to call them names, to generalize groups of people. It also means that you may use the law as your own ruler. With it you can measure others, and it goes without saying that they won`t measure up. You yourself don`t need to DO the law, because you are now the judge.
To submit to God would mean that you would have to acknowledge  that the Law is actually about Jesus and the fact that He earned the right to be the only Lawgiver, the only true Judge, by dying and rising from the dead. Submission to Him would mean that you know He works by the new law that sets you free (James 2:12). He gave the law so that He could set free and save.
Now, who wants a law that sets people free?! No, law and order and discipline is there to give assurance, to tie things up and make them clear.  It helps everyone to know his place, and what will happen if they don`t.


2. Be absolutely self-assured - you have given the first giant step when you appointed yourself judge. Now all you need to do to show that you do not submit to God is to live a live that says "I am a rock, I am an Island." Because I am alive, I will go here, do that for so long, and I will prosper by my efforts. I will speak positively about everything I do. I will give unwonted advice (and not always for free), but take non, least I get dragged down to there level. I`f got it all together. If I will it, it will be so.


Koningkryk
Even thou no true believer choose not to submit to God, it is not far from us to act as above. We find comfort in the law in stead of in God alone. We act as if we know it all. We so often miss the wonderful chaos of the law of liberty! Maybe it`s because we seldom test the essence of what we call the Good News in places where people hunger for it. Places where a law that liberates people from worshiping the god of survival, the god of small and pitiful things, is really felt as good because they get to see the King!
Lets rejoice in the fact that we are vulnerable, and boast in the knowledge God is not!


I leave you with the words William Wallace: "FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"