Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Who can ever forget?

"Can a woman forget her nursing child, that she should have no compassion on the son of her womb? Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.  - Isaiah 49:15

I very recently and rather embarrassingly forgot an appointment that I had with a brother, thinking back in my life to the first time I forgot to do something like that,  was back in Grade Three (Standard One, in South Africa in 1971). What I forgot caused considerable public embarrassment to myself, and a great deal of anger from the School Headmaster, a certain Mr Doug Sumner. It was my turn, and it was my first turn ever to read the Bible passage at the School assembly time in the morning. When he called for me to go forward to read, I realized I had not prepared and I had failed to bring the reading with me. 
I'm so glad the Bible tells us most re-assuredly that our great God cannot and will never forget us, there are not many things that the Lord cannot do, one of them is He cannot forget His family, He cannot forget His children, He died for us, how could He forget?
When you are having a black spot, a dark time spiritually, when you feel you are in a dry and dusty desert place in your spiritual life, and when you feel lonely, deserted and even when you may feel unloved and forgotten, remember this passage, there is One who knows, and whom cannot forget! What a great comfort. May the Lord truly be your comfort today!

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Refreshing service.

I rejoice at the coming of Stephanas and Fortunatus and Achaicus, because they have made up for your absence, for they refreshed my spirit as well as yours. Give recognition to such people. - 1 Corinthians 16: 17-18 

Paul gives us the names of three people that were important to the work of the Gospel, and he compliments them tremendously for all they have done and were doing. He does not list any actual work but states that they themselves were a great refreshing influence to himself and the church. 
Just think about that for a moment, what we do to serve the Lord in Church is very important, but what is more important is what kind of person you are when you serve. 
Are you a reluctant servant that has to be begged and pleaded with? Do you serve with utmost reluctance and constant complaining, griping, and are you always treading on everyone else's toes, or is it always they who are treading on yours? 
Is your area of service your pet project, your little empire? In short are you a drain on everyone else? 
Or are you refreshing to those that you work with, with your fellow servants, is your service and outflowing of gratitude for the sheer pleasure of serving the ultimate Servant -Savior? Is our service done in love, compassion, gratitude and with thanksgiving? 

Friday, August 7, 2015

The unborn!

Psalm 139: 13-15
For you formed my inward parts; 
you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. 
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. 
Wonderful are your works; 
my soul knows it very well. 
My frame was not hidden from you, 
when I was being made in secret, 
intricately woven in the depths of the earth. 

How shamefully millions of unborn babies are treated, the inhumanity, the indifference of so many so called modern societies. Then compare these societies to the Eternal Word of the Living God, the Creator of the universe. What does God have to say to modern man about the unborn?
He is the one forming us already while we are in the womb. We are a work of art to God in our mothers womb, as tiny as an unborn baby can be, the baby is a masterpiece of creation, the mystery and the wonder of the growth of the unborn.
Surely the Lord sees every unborn baby, He sees he knows their names, he knows them not as a disinterested observer, but knows their very soul, He knows everything about them, and yes God loves them! 
Jesus died for every unborn child as much as he died for anyone else. Amazing love, how can it be?
Yet it is, God loves every mother who bears a child, and every child that is being carried by its mother. The Lord is loving and protective, how unwise are those murderers who plot and carry our a genocide everyday, oh, how terrible is God's wrath going to be to them on judgement day. His love and tender mercy will be equally and oppositely wonderfully gracious to all unborn children who are taken from this world before their time.
Mothers do not fret about the baby in your in your womb, the Living God has His eye on you and your future son or daughter! Our God is gracious, merciful and tender-fully loving in all His ways, place your trust in Him, and in Him alone.

Monday, July 6, 2015

A willingness to listen.

Ezekiel 3:4-11 NIV
[4] 4 He then said to me: “Son of man, go now to the people of Israel and speak my words to them. [5] You are not being sent to a people of obscure speech and strange language, but to the people of Israel--- [6] not to many peoples of obscure speech and strange language, whose words you cannot understand. Surely if I had sent you to them, they would have listened to you. [7] But the people of Israel are not willing to listen to you because they are not willing to listen to me, for all the Israelites are hardened and obstinate. [8] But I will make you as unyielding and hardened as they are. [9] I will make your forehead like the hardest stone, harder than flint. Do not be afraid of them or terrified by them, though they are a rebellious people. ” [10] And he said to me, “Son of man, listen carefully and take to heart all the words I speak to you. [11] Go now to your people in exile and speak to them. Say to them, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says ,’ whether they listen or fail to listen .”

God has placed us in the country that we live in, He has placed us where He wants us to be, and our task is the same as Ezekiel, to go and speak the Word of God to our own people. These people speak the same language, the same dialect, the same idiom as ourselves. So why is it so difficult to get through to them? It is simple, they are actually unwilling to hear what God has to say to them, in fact people naturally, due to sinful natures do not want to hear God out!
What is the solution, we who are His servants by grace, have to become as equally persevering in our efforts to communicate the Word as the world is stubbornly resisting God's Word! 
Our part is to not give up trying, the Lord will do His part, only He can break down a lost sinners stubborn heart to the point that they can hear Him speak. We must go and do as we have been told and must leave the results to our Lord.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Know that the LORD, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.  - Psalm 100:3

It is a wonderful grace to know that the Lord is indeed God, God Almighty, the Creator of heaven and earth and everything in it.
He made us, we are not a product of random actions, we were created by our Lord, we belong to Him, he made us, he bought and paid for us, he paid the price in full for our sinfulness. We are his sheep, the unworthy objects of his eternal loving protectiveness!

Monday, June 8, 2015

The Revenge of the Guava!

It wasn’t all doom and gloom between My sister and I, well mostly it was but not all the time, one of my happiest memories involved her and a friend of ours and I going berserk in a small neglected guava plantation on the farm. That day we really did discover the true purpose and correct use for Guavas.

This small patch of Guava trees had long been neglected or forgotten by the man who owned the farm and it bordered the back portion of our property, we had up to now avoided it, but on that day we ventured in and seeing a mass of rotting guavas on the ground we picked them up and began throwing them at each other, now realize this they were rotting and really stank, I mean really badly, they were also really soft and when the said projectile, the rotten guva hit its target it broke up completely leaving the victim in a real mess, we played for what seemed an age until our steam ran out, when my mother came out of the house to see what the commotion was all about she was horrified that we had wasted all that fruit, it was a while before she actually listened to our explanation and eventually she saw the funny side, but would not let us into the house before she had thoroughly hosed us down with our garden hose-pipe.

 I cannot fail in my duty to add a cautionary note to this story, it is a little know fact, perhaps up to now I have been the only person to come to this momentous discovery, that Guavas have a long memory and can be vindictive, yes its true they had their revenge on me, I was visiting a friend and they like so many people had a really nice guava tree in the garden, the guavas on this particular tree were quite simple the biggest and best looking I had ever seen before, and that is saying something as they are very common in Zululand and we did have a small plantation near our back yard. We all began eating guavas we had picked, the tree was heaving with an abundance of them. I was halfway through mine as we stood chatting and eating when I looked for the first time at what I was eating and to my horror saw it was absolutely infested with worms. Eating such a soft fruit the texture and taste of the worms were impossible to detect, I can tell you it took me years before I could eat one again, and I am not talking about the worms.

The Smell of Home

 I grew up along the east coast of the republic of South Africa The smell of the warm sea, the Indian Ocean to be more precise is unforgettable,  not being a marine expert, but when you approach the beach and the warm and humid air hits you with a bit of the salt spray it’s tremendous, I always feel as if I’m on holiday when whether I’m ankle  knee or waist deep in the sea waters, and after taking a few tumbles in its strong currents and feeling the salt water work its way through the nostrils may be unpleasant, but one still feels affection for the experience.
The vast fields of sugar-cane one sees as you travel the length of the Natal coastline, on a windy day from afar the leaves move in waves just like one large grassy ocean, and the sweet smell of unrefined sugar one gets as you approach the plantations is such a familiar smell to me, it’s the smell of home.