Helder Tranewyn

Hierdie is ’n anderste storie van hoop. 

Dit kos lees, dink, weer lees en weer dink.

Dinti de Beer, my suster se skoondogter, het deur dieptes van groot hartseer gegaan. Vroegoggend is sy wakker gemaak met die tyding dat haar eggenoot vroeër die nag in ’n motorongeluk oorlede is. Na jare se nag van hartseer het die son weer opgekom en het die Here vir haar weer ’n gelukkige en bestendige huwelik gegee. Sy verwoord dit op ’n besondere manier in haar gedig Wyn.

Met die lees en herlees gaan jy vind dat iets daarvan resoneer in jou hart. Jou gedagtes gaan jou terug lei na soortgelyke ervaringe op jou lewenspad.

Geseënd is jy as jy ook kan sê: “U't die lag in my weer laat tuiskom ...”

 

Wyn

29/6/21

 

'n duisend dae en nagte

het ek my trane uitgetel

gebottel en gepars

in die kelders van my hel

nou is elkeen opgeskryf 

in U boek

tussen die watervlekke

van my sin na alles soek

 

en vandag

toe die son op my hand kom skyn

toe weet ek dit:

ek het gekry wat ek 

gevra het 'n duisend dae terug

 

vandag toe die veerlig wig van vrede

my hart gelyk kom maak

toe weet ek dit:

ek het gekry wat ek 

gevra het 'n duisend nagte terug

 

U't die lag in my weer laat tuiskom

die uitsien en die hoop 

kan kom verouder in my kelder

wat mos was word verfyn

gebottel uit die pyn

 

helder tranewyn 

[Ds. Chris Erasmus, afgetrede VGK-predikant]

Dankie, Here ...

Let me get my daddy for you!

It was 5 years ago my father went home to Heaven. And so today’s post is celebrating the gift he was to me and so many others!

When I was a little girl I loved to ask other children what their father did for a living. It was an intentional set-up. After they told me what their father did, they always asked me what my dad did. It gave me the opportunity to brag about my daddy and say. “My daddy’s a pastor!”

I suppose I felt that way because I saw first hand the difference he made in lives. Even as young as 4. The first church office was in our tiny home. There were times when Mom would be hanging diapers on the line in the backyard and the doorbell would ring, “Sheila will you get that?”

I specifically recall the one time when an unfamiliar woman stood at our door. She was crying, “Is there a pastor here? I heard a pastor lives here.”

“Let me get my Daddy! He can help you!”

I have always been proud to be a pastor’s daughter. And not just any pastor – Dr. Schuller’s daughter. And just as I have my whole life, I ask you today, “Are you hurting? Afraid?

Discouraged? Is your faith shaken? Do you need an infusion of hope?

If so, “Let me get my Daddy. He can help you!”

Dad lives. He’s not gone. His words and lessons live on through all of us.

Jesus taught us that we get to call God, the Father, “Abba.” “Daddy.”

That was Dad’s secret to helping people who were hurting. My daddy would get his Daddy! He knew that, God, the Father, our Abba, was the only one who could truly help them!

So, “Thank You, dear Abba, Who art in heaven, thank you for my daddy! Thank you for using him to point us to You! I am eternally grateful! Amen.”

Die dorings van die lewe is baie ...

It is up to you ...

Vrouedag

💗 'n Saluut aan elke wêreldmaker en wêreldvormer: laat niks ons stemme stilmaak oor ongelykheid en onreg nie, laat ons bly sorg en omgee vir mekaar.

 💗 A salute on Women's Day to every world maker and world shaper: let nothing silence our voices about inequality and injustice, let us cherish and protect each other.

 

Ons is gemaak ...