“The Human Race”

And so the human race ponders its existence, wondering where we came from and how we came to be here.  So we keep on asking the wrong questions and coming to the wrong conclusions.  How do you correct such fallacies, when most of humanity has strayed from the obvious truth, that which says that we were created by the one and only, all powerful God.  To believe otherwise is no less a sin than blasphemy, denouncing God, removing him from his own creation, which he created with so much love.  And so it is, as always, that the creation does not want to be held to any constraints, just as any child rebels against their parents trying to break free from the rules.  But why?  Is it just because the human race does not want to answer to anyone but themselves, or is it just as plain as teenage rebellion?

But in the end, who do we blame when something goes wrong?  God of course! But never realizing that we have judged Him devoid of His own creation and parenthood.  Is it no different than a young person struggling with their own problems blaming it on a parent who does not want to help them, but forgetting that it was he or she who told their parents to leave them alone?  Or is that the human race, just like some teenagers who use rebellion as a cry for help, realizing their faults, is crying out for God to save them from themselves?  The human race is no more than a confused teenager struggling with puberty and growing into adulthood.  The growing pains of human kind is reverberating through every fallacy that we follow, every wrongdoing that we commit.  The wheel of destruction has been set in motion since the Garden of Eden six thousand years ago, when Lucifer tempted Eve to eat the fruit of “The Tree of Good and Evil”.  History is riddled with the evidence of civilizations, which through their own decadency have ruined themselves into non-existence.  The Roman Empire, the Greek Empire, the Jewish Empire, the Incas, and so many more.  Thousands of years of self idolatry have led all these civilizations to self destruction.  As time stands now, there are many such “Empires”, who have as yet not reached the final tick of the time bomb of decadency.  But for how long can these folk stand against the tide that is going to sweep them away form the planet and history all together?

And now the question arises.  Is this all God’s doing, His great plan for all human kind?  In the beginning it wasn’t so, but the further we have strayed from Him, the more we have led Him to this decision.  And so it is that two thousand years ago, He sent His only begotten Son, God in the flesh, Jesus Christ, to suffer and die for all humankind’s sins.  And through him we all can receive redemption for our sins, and so we won’t have to just die and suffer the everlasting pain of eternal hell.  For now the time bomb of humankind’s self destruction is close to its last tick, and God will for the last time destroy the world as we know it.  And in its place He shall create the new earth and the new heavens for us to rule with Him for eternity.  But for those who have not accepted Christ as their Lord and Savior, eternal peril lays ahead for them.  And in the end of earth they will realize how they have destroyed themselves, that it was not God who wanted to destroy them, but have led Him to no other decision.

And then the question begs to be asked.  Have Christians done enough to convince the world that Jesus is the way to eternal life?  Some may say that we have so far done all that we can, but if we look at the world today; the evidence is contrary to belief.  The greatest cause of atheism in the world today is Christians.  This is a terrible case against all Christians in the world.  Does it seem fair to those who have done more than is humanly possible to save people all over the world.  Unequivocally, no!  But the problem is that there are so many “dormant Christians” in the world, that no person of other religion can rely on them to show them the truth.  So many of us have to answer to this case against us and we will be judged by God for our lack of teaching to the world.  Some Christians may ask; “What does it help anymore to do anything, the world is self-destructing anyways?”  But if we do not lead, by our words, by our actions, nothing will come of it.  And so we as Christians have to decide, if we are just going to sit by and watch the world destroy itself and let our brothers and sisters die and suffer for eternity, or are we going to at least try and tell them the truth.  If we don’t try, then we will put a heavy price on the destruction of the world.  How many will die if we don’t try?  How many of our friends and family will we have to watch being thrown into the depths of hell?

This is a topic that has some reference to my brother’s blog. Skepper vs. Skepping.

When the worst happens, where do you turn? (Update)

I was at a conference for men over this weekend at the church where Bernadine Kruger was buried, my uncle is one of the preachers at this church and I heard some fantastic news.  He told me that the five weeks preceding Bernadine’s death, one of her friends had taken her to this church and the sunday before her death she gave her life to our Lord Jesus Christ infront of thousands of witnesess.  When I heard this, tears of joy filled my eyes and I knew that she is with God now, he had taken her home, that sunday was the first day of the rest of her life in eternity with God.  Although her family and friends might be heartbroken, rightly so, with Bernadine’s death, she is most definetly in a better place and will see her family and friends again.  This was absolutely the best news that I personally  had received since her death!  I know how it feels to loose a friend in an accident due to another persons wrecklesness on the road.  And the one thing that has bugged me for the last fifteen years is whether or not he is with Christ, so knowing that Bernadine is with Christ ment alot to me.  She is one of the lucky ones.  How long do some of us have to wait before we may meet God?  But meet Him we will, so lets make sure that we will stay with Him.

When the worst happens, where do you turn?

Just recently ‘n beautiful 16 year old young girl from Pretoria, South Africa, was killed by a selfish, careless taxi driver and one wonders; Why?  How can this happen to someone so young?  And when one goes on to the group on Facebook “Genoeg is genoeg/Enough is enough”, and you read the posts regarding Bernadine Kruger’s  death and the sorrow it has caused her family and friends, you can’t be other than filled with sorrow and empathy with the people hurt by this terrible event.  I for one knows how it feels to loose a friend in a motor vehicle accident due to the carelessness of someone else and this story of Bernadine really hit me.  The people who were effected by this situation, and actually the whole country, was shook by this event and we are all filled with sorrow and wondering what we can do to ensure that this does not happen again.  But, and not wanting to dwell to much on the events following Bernadine’s unfair death, I wondered; What do you say to those close to her in such a time of hurt?  And then I thought of a post I had done a few months ago “Life Verse”, and the only answer I have is to look at the scripture in John 16:33, which says the following (Jesus talking to His disciples before His crucifixion ):  “In this world you will have trouble, but take heart, I have overcome this world”.  What do you say to these people then?  “Yes, Bernadine has passed away, but you will get through this because Jesus promised that you will have peace regardless of what this world may hit you with.  Bernadine is with God now, she is the lucky one, and you will miss her dearly, but you will see her again in heaven and that is what you should look forward to because Jesus has overcome the world’s terrible, sinful power”.

I must say this though, the aftermath of Bernadine’s death has been such an incredible story of a coming together of a country filled with a purpose.  Since the creation of the group I had mentioned earlier, the country wide outcry has been incredible, the group grew in 20 days from one person to well over 50 000, all with the same ideal.  The ideal is this:  Lets make sure that Bernadine has not died in vain, lets take on these reckless taxi’s head on, lets inundate the authorities and make sure they hear our voices as a unit.  Lets make Bernadine a martyr and not a victim.

This post in is memory of Bernadine Kruger, a girl I had never met or heard of, but whos story had hit me in a very powerful way.  May she rest in peace, may she have joy of being with God and may she be remembered for who she was and not how she died.

Random gedig.

Can’t help feeling like this

There is no antidote

for this

There is no cure

for this

Questions…

Innumerable

Answers…

Innumerable

All is lost

Can’t help feeling

like this

A war is raging

inside

A battle is surging

inside

Help me Lord

I need the words

Help me God

I need the answers

All is lost

Can’t help feeling

like this

I am seeking Lord

but I am not finding

Help me Lord

I need guidance

Help me God

I need perseverance

All is lost

Can’t help feeling

like this

Help me Lord

I need the cure

Help me God

I need the antidote

I shall seek

I shall find

All is not lost

Can’t help feeling

like this

Afrikaanse gedigte

Ek is nie juis iemand wat baie gedigte in my moedertaal skryf nie, ek verkies maar engels as my medium.  Ek het ‘n groot liefde vir ander tale en het nog altyd van engels gehou, plus dit maak dit makliker om my materiaal uit te kan ryk.  Dit gesê, het ek wel een afrikaanse gedig ,uit my baie skaarse versameling van afrikaanse gedigte, wat ek wel baie van hou en wat ek persoonlik dink baie goed is.  Hier volg hy:

Eensaamheid in ‘n volledige wêreld

Die tweestryd van ‘n mens

se siel

is ‘n oneindige verveling

van sinnelose emosies

‘n Kakefonie van woorde

van weerwraak op jouself,

die versoening van jou haat

op jou een-mens siel

Diè tweestryd maak my

sielsmoeg en verveeld met

die lewe van ‘n

eensame mens.

“A story”

Life is a story

Sentences

Paragraphs

Pages

Chapters

So too it has

A beginning

An end

To understand it

You must life it

To comprehend it

You must finish it

To end it

You must close

Fulfilling life

Is a journey

Obtaining fulfillment

Is a dream

Dreaming is human

Living is human

Dying is human

But,…

Living is not life

Dying is not death

To find peace

In life

Find peace

In death

For dying is living

And living is dying

Opposing realities

in this world

Opposing realities

in God’s world

In God, dying is

Eternal life

In lucifer, living is

Eternal death

Living is dying

Dying is living

Just to show that women can confuse you, even if they dont try to.

“I don’t know “

I don’t know you

You intrigue me

I don’t know you

You confuse me

I see you …

Do you see me too?

I want to know you

You don’t know that I do

Your energy, infectious

Like a beautiful disease

It’s a wonderful disaster

A terrible miracle

I don’t know you

You confuse me

I don’t know you

You intrigue me

And one more time….

“A cannot do this”

I cannot do this again…

to myself

I cannot handle this…

once again

The mystery never…

Ends

The questions never…

End

It is always a mistake.

It is never explained.

Answers required,

Never acquired

Answers needed,

Mistakes are repeated

It cannot do this

To myself again…

Writers block

Ek is al vir die laaste amper twee jaar besig met ‘n boek, en soos meeste mense wat al probeer het om ‘n boek te skryf sal getuig, dit is glad nie maklik.  Sien, ek het besluit destyds, dat ek gaan my ondervindings gebruik om die jeug te “educate”, basies die ou gesegde:  “Do as I say, dont do as I do.”, of eerder “As I did” in my geval.  Die jeug van vandag is baie vatbaar vir die plesier van die vlees, so veel meer as wat ons was en so veel meer as wat ons kan dink.  Soft-porn, op E-Tv elke saterdag aand, geweldadige stories op TV, taal gebruik, en ‘n ewige vermakliking in die aan koop van dwelms.  Mense dink soms dat ‘n “drug dealer” nie sal verkoop aan kinders nie, maar dit is, net soos sigarette, hul “target” mark daardie.  As jy iemand gehoek kan kry vir lewe dan het jy ‘n stabiele inkomste van daardie armsalige siel.  So, basies, my boek is gefokus op ‘n paar sleutel faktore, dwelm misbruik, drank misbruik, dagga, voor-huwelikse sex en geloof.  Ek wonder soms hoekom ek die dom dinge gedoen het wat ek het so paar jaar gelede, maar ek probeer vir myself sê dat, alhoewel dit nie goed was vir my nie, ek dit kan gebruik om die jong kinders te beskerm teen onnodige pyn, lyding en verslawing.  Ek sien uit daarna om na my eksamens weer bietjie tyd te kan maak vir my “work in process” boeke waarmee ek besig is, buiten vir die laas genoemde boek, is daar nog ‘n boek van kortstories waarmee ek besig is.  Ek het eendag die vers uit die Bybel in my kop gekry “The sins of the fathers…”, en ek het gedink dit sal ‘n baie goeie storie maak.  Die boek se kern idee is dit; daar is ‘n paar kinder karakters wat sekere “hardship” in hul lewens ondervind as gevolg van hul vaders se doen en late toe die kinders nog jonger was.  Huidiglik het ek die begin van drie van die kortstories begin skryf, maar weereens, dit is nie so maklik soos mense dink dit is nie, ‘n gedig is 10 minute, 30 minute tops, maar ‘n boek is bladsye en bladsye van idees wat moet deurkom, in die proses moet mens nog tret hou in watter “tense” jou storie geskryf word.  Dit is so maklik om van eerste persoon perspektief na derde persoon perskektief, plus van hede na verlede of vice versa.  Maar ek gaan die boeke klaar maak, wees verseker daarvan!

Laaste gedagte.  Ek het onlangs by die kerk se jeugsentrum begin uithang op vrydae in stede van die pub soos die laaste paar jaar se retueel was.  Dit is baie lekker en ek geniet dit om saam met jongmense te kuier want dit is waar my pasie lê.  Ek wil jongmense help en leer uit my ondervindings.  Wel, nou sit ek met die probleem dat ek dalk volgende jaar Pretoria toe sal moet  trek, en ek wil nie by ‘n ander kerk se jeug in skakel nie.  Vir een of ander rede voel ek, ek moet by hierdie kerk betrokke wees en ek sal enigiets doen om by hierdie kerk se jeugaktiwiteite betrokke te wees, al beteken dit ek moet elke naweek in Kempton wees net vir dit, sal ek dit doen.  Ja dit beteken SO baie vir my.

Wel tot later.  Geniet my swak spelling mense!

Eksamens en al daai crap

Ek skryf nou al vir die soveelste keer in my lewe eksamens, en soms wonder ek net; When is this gona end? Ek is al gatvol geswot, dit voel nie asof ek erens kom nie, elke jaar is dit dieselfde, stres oor die eksamens, stres voor die eksamens, stres tydens die eksamens en dan stres oor die eksamen uitslae.  Dis nie eers ‘n ripple effect nie, dis sommer ‘n blerrie attom bomb affect.  My hele familie sê vir my ek is intelegent, maar soms voel ek so vrek onnosel, dit wil net nie voorkom asof die werk in my kop wil in gaan nie, my kop voel soos ‘n stukkende water pyp, daar gaan hoë druk water in maar daar gaan ook hoë druk water uit.  Ek het my eerste vraestel geskryf 8 Oktober, en die vraestel was nie moeilik nie, maar dit sou gehelp het as ek al die vormules gehad het uit die amper 200 vormules wat in die salabus is.  Ek het ongelukkig nie ‘n fotografiese geheue nie, en as ek het, is die film lankal klaar.  Ek bid net dat God my die uithouvermoë sal gee om net deur hierdie jaar se eksamens te kan kom om my diploma te kan werf, en dan kan ek my BTech graad doen volgende jaar.  Ses jaar aan ‘n drie jaar kursus is glad nie goed vir ‘n mens se selfbeeld en selfvertroue nie.  Ek is gatvol geswot, ek is gatvol gesukkel en ek is gatvol om soos ‘n mislukking te voel!  Ek is baie trots op my twee broers en my suster met wat hulle in die lewe bereik het, ek wens net ek kon hulle ook trots maak op my.  So veel keer het ek gedink hierdie jaar sal smooth sailing wees en elke jaar is dit rough seas and 30 foot swells.  Geen pille kan help vir hierdie stres en depressie nie.  Ek het gesit en wonder, watter vak sal ek nou eerste wou skryf, m.a.w die maklikste een.  Toe kyk ek mooi na my vakke, en raai wat?  Daar is nie ‘n maklike een hierdie jaar nie, daar is nie die luxury van ‘n oop boek vraestel nie, almal is sommer bottoe.  So toe soos ‘n klei-os, beskerm soos Fort Knoxx.  Ek sien die lig aan die einde van die tonnel, maar dammit man moet die tonnel so vrek lank wees?!  Soms voel dit of die enigste lig aan die einde van die tonnel die een is waarvan jy so pas gekom het.  Ek se dit net weer, ek is nou net mooi gatvol gestres!

Season’s calling

A new season’s

calling

The freshness of new life

A new season’s

flavoring

The effervescence of flowering buds

Life anew…

stirring

From winter’s grip…

turning

The chirp chirp of

birds in flight

The morning’s greeting

out of fleeting light

From winter’s gloom

In to spring’s bloom

All is fresh

All is lush

A new season’s calling…