Eenvoud is die vreugde van die lewe. So sing Jannie du Toit. Hoe waar is dit nie. Eenvoud is om vreugde uit ‘n stukkie brood saam met ‘n goeie vriend of ‘n familielid te breek. Dis om saam met jou kinders ‘n bal rond te skop. Of om saam met jou familie ‘n stukkie eenkant tyd deur te bring. En om vir die Here dankie te sê vir die gawe van elke nuwe dag. Eenvoud is om tevrede te wees. Dis om saam met Psalm 23 te sê: “Die Here is my Herder. Ek kom niks kort nie!”



Terloops, wat kom jy nog alles kort? Geld? ‘n Beter motor? Ander werksomstandighede? Wel, as jy ‘n tekort-kommer is, sal jy jou hele lewe lank iets kort kom. Dan is die nuwe motor nie genoeg nie. Eers as jy een met ‘n sondak en leersitplekke het, sal jy tevrede wees. Of as jou nuwe oefenfiets soos die bure s’n lyk. As jy ‘n tekort-kommer is, sal daar altyd iewers nog iets wees wat jy nodig het. Dan sal jy altyd te kort skiet. Maar as jy die Here as jou Herder ken, dan kom jy niks kort nie. Regtig!!!! Dan het jy genoeg.... te veel!


Ek het die kort boodksappie so geniet van die e-kerk - hoe waar is dit nie!!

Take my Son


A wealthy man and his son loved to collect rare works of art.

They had everything in their collection, from Picasso to Raphael.

They would often sit together and admire the great works of art.

When the Vietnam conflict broke out, the son went to war.

He was very courageous and died in battle while rescuing another soldier.

The father was notified and grieved deeply for his only son.

About a month later, just before Christmas, there was a knock at the door.

A young man stood at the door with a large package in his hands.

He said, "Sir, you don't know me, but I am the soldier for whom your son gave his life.

He saved many lives that day,

and he was carrying me to safety when a bullet struck him in the heart and he died instantly.

He often talked about you, and your love for art."

The young man held out this package.

"I know this isn't much

I'm not really a great artist,

but I think your son would have wanted you to have this."

The father opened the package.

It was a portrait of his son, painted by the young man.

He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting.

The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.

He thanked the young man and offered to pay him for the picture.

"Oh, no sir, I could never repay what your son did for me.

It's a gift."

The father hung the portrait over his mantle.

Every time visitors came to his home he took them to see the portrait of his son

before he showed them any of the other great works he had collected.

The man died a few months later.

There was to be a great auction of his paintings.

Many influential people gathered, excited over seeing the great paintings

and having an opportunity to purchase one for their collection.

On the platform sat the painting of the son.

The auctioneer pounded his gavel.

"We will start the bidding with this picture of the son.

Who will bid for this picture?"

There was silence.

Then a voice in the back of the room shouted, "We want to see the famous paintings.

Skip this one."

But the auctioneer persisted.

"Will somebody bid for this painting.

Who will start the bidding? $100, $200?"

Another voice angrily. "We didn't come to see this painting.

We came to see the Van Goghs, the Rembrandts.

Get on with the real bids!"

But still the auctioneer continued.

"The son! The son! Who'll take the son?"

Finally, a voice came from the very back of the room.

It was the longtime gardener of the man and his son.

"I'll give $10 for the painting."

Being a poor man, it was all he could afford.

"We have $10, who will bid $20?"

"Give it to him for $10. Let's see the masters."

"$10 is the bid, won't someone bid $20?"

The crowd was becoming angry.

They didn't want the picture of the son.

They wanted the more worthy investments for their collections.

The auctioneer pounded the gavel.

"Going once, twice, SOLD for $10!"

A man sitting on the second row shouted, "Now let's get on with the collection!"

The auctioneer laid down his gavel.

"I'm sorry, the auction is over."

"What about the paintings?"

"I am sorry.

When I was called to conduct this auction, I was told of a secret stipulation in the will.

I was not allowed to reveal that stipulation until this time.

Only the painting of the son would be auctioned.

Whoever bought that painting would inherit the entire estate, including the paintings.

The man who took the son gets everything!"

God gave His son 2,000 years ago to die on the cross.

Much like the auctioneer, His message today is: "The son, the son, who'll take the son?"

Because, you see, whoever takes the Son gets everything.

I am looking for an indication on prices for flights from Jo'burg to here but am struggling... does anyone know of one, or does South Africa have a moratorium on online booking?

What is the top rank in the British Army?

There are more than 2.5 million possible poker hands in a 52-card deck.

'Critical 24 hours' for ill Best
George Best
George Best is on a life-support machine
Football legend George Best faces a critical 24 hours as he remains in intensive care with an infection.

His doctor Professor Roger Williams said that although Best was "holding", the medical team was "very worried".

"The next 24 hours is very critical for Mr Best as to whether he is going to survive this infection and all the consequences of it on his body."


Read here

:footie:

After most of the delegates left a few of us went to the Hydro. The Hydo is quite a big hotel/motel kind of place, with different halls, restaurants a gym, swimming pool and a more informal restaurant that is on the beachfront. Quite a pleasant place to hang out.

We arrived around 9.20pm and it was karaoke time. The woman who presented the karaoke brought her daughters along. They were between 4 and 10 years old (we thought).

The sad thing was that she let them sing the adult songs. Songs like 'I'm just a love machine' another talked about 'my pretty negilee'.

In my old fashion opinion girls at that age should still sing "Ring a ring a rosies" and not suggestive grown-up song that time of the night.... they should be in bed.

What do you think?

Inzamam-ul-Haq and Shahid Afridi produced vastly contrasting performances in the final session of the first day as Pakistan firmly wrestled the initiative away from England.

http://content-uk.cricinfo.com/pakveng/c...26497.html

I thought in general, that the Boks played well. The scrums must be of some concern though. Our line-out strength continues to be absolutely awesome with a number of steals. A reasonable debut for Bosman as well in a game that the officials seemed determined to dominate. How Monty got even one yellow, let alone two is beyond me.

Hong Kong - A Hong Kong health spa has added a desperate spin to weight loss programmes by literally setting its customers on fire, a press report said Sunday.


http://www.int.iol.co.za/index.php?set_i...920220B252