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Die wêreld raak by die dag kleiner

Ons wêreld het dramaties gekrimp. Miljoene internetboodskappe en SMS boodskappe skiet daagliks in milli-sekondes oor kontinente tussen ons rekenaars rond. Meer as 8 biljoen webblaaie het die nuwe virtuele kuier- en werkplekke van die mensdom geword. Realiteit-TV, satelietskottels en ander tegnologiese wonderwerke het ons wêreld in 'n globale woonbuurt verander.

God is nou baie naby

Dis nie net die afstand tussen mense wat dramaties gekrimp het nie. Nee, die afstand tussen hemel en aarde is ook nou korter as ooit. Toe Jesus aarde toe gekom het, het die grootste afstand in die heelal vir altyd dramaties gekrimp. Hy het die onoorbrugbare pad tussen hemel en aarde dramaties verkort. Christus is nou die Roete tussen God en die wêreld. Hy is die finale Kortpad na God toe!


Die afstand tussen God en jou is dramaties korter

Wonder jy dalk oor die presiese afstand tussen God en jouself? Hier's die ware feite: God is vandag en elke ander dag een gebed van jou af! Presies so lank as wat dit jou vat om Jesus se Naam aan te roep, en baie ligjare vinniger as dit, so naby is God aan jou.

Omdat jy in Jesus glo, het Hy die groot afstand tussen God en jou uit die pad gevat. Nooit is daar 'n besetkode vir opregte gebede wat in sy naam na God toe opstyg nie. Daar is ook nie een of ander hemelse antwoordmasjien wat sê jou gebed is die vyftien miljoenste in die ry wat binne twee maande, drie ure en vyftien sekondes beantwoord gaan word nie. Ook nie 'n vooraf opgeneemde stem wat sê dat jy 'n kort boodskap moet los in die hoop dat daar dalk later 'n hemelse reaksie na jou kant toe sal kom nie.

Jy hoef nie duisende myle te stap om God se aangesig te gaan soek nie. Hoor net wat skryf Paulus in Romeine 10:6-8

"As jy in God glo, weet jy dat Chris*tus die hele tyd naby is. Dan is dit nie meer nodig om te wonder of iemand na die hemel toe moet opklim om Christus daar te gaan soek om Hom na ons toe af te bring nie. Of om êrens in die onderwêreld na Hom te gaan soek en Hom uit die dood hierheen te bring nie. Nee, dan moet jy net jou oë oopmaak en in Christus glo. Moses het immers al gesê: "God se goeie nuus, sy woord van redding, is hier. Dit is so naby aan jou soos om die regte woorde vir God te sê. Dit is so naby aan jou soos om met jou hele hart in God te glo."

Hoor weer: God is nou net een gebed ver. Net dit! Maar ook hierdie klein stukkie afstand verdwyn oombliklik wanneer jy die kans aangryp om met Hom te praat. Wanneer jy in Jesus se Naam bid soos wat Johannes 16 jou leer, trek jou woorde teen miljoene kere vinniger as die spoed van lig oor daardie pad wat Jesus tussen hemel en aarde kom bou het. As jy bid, is jy altyd een gebed naby! Dan staan jy in die troonsaal van God. Dan is alle afstand weg!

GEBED
Lewende Here, ek bring my horlosie, my dagboek en my jaarbeplanner vir U.
Leer my asseblief hoe om my tyd uit te koop.
Wys my hoe om my lewensdae tot u eer deur te bring.
Maak my getrou aan U sodat my lewe nie 'n vermorsing van kosbare tyd is nie.

Dankie dat die pad hemel toe nou korter as tevore.
Ek dank U in die Naam van Christus, die blink Môrester; die Leeu uit die Stam van Juda.
Ja, ek dank U in die Naam van die Alfa en die Omega, die Eerste en die Laaste;
Hy wat die sleutels van die dood en die doderyk het en wat leef tot in ewigheid!
Amen :hartlik:


Vrede

What filmmaker included an appeal at the end of one of his movies urging viewers to register to vote?

Nearly a quarter of all mammals can fly.

I've never made a fortune and it's probably too late now
But I don't worry about that much I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way I'm reaping better than I sow
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches and sometimes the going's tough
But I've got loving ones around me and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings and the mercies He's bestowed
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

Oh, remember times when things went wrong my faith wore somewhat thin
But all at once the dark clouds broke and sun peeped through again.

So Lord, help me not to gripe about the tough rows that I've hoed,
I'm drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage when the way grows steep and rough
I'll not ask for other blessings - I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy to help others bear their loads
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer 'cause my cup has overflowed!!

Author unknown

There is a story many years ago of an elementary teacher. Her name was Mrs. Thompson. And as she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn't play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners...he is a joy to be around."

His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."

His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."

Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class."

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas Presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. She stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left she cried for at least an hour.

On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets."

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, second in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer. The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stollard, M.D.

The story doesn't end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he'd met this girl and was going to be married.

He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.

Of course, Mrs. Thompson, did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Teddy whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, "Thank you, Mrs. Thompson, for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."

Author unknown

I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.

Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and guide me away from waste.

Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.

Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.

Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.

Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover new job relationships.

Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy because I have a job to go to!

Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open my mind and fill it with knowledge and adventure.

Today I can dejectedly murmur because I have housework to do or I can feel grateful for shelter for my mind, body and soul.

Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped, and here I am, the sculptor who gets to do the shaping.

What today will be like is up to me. And I shall decide what kind of day I shall have!"

How will you live THIS DAY?

Author unknown

I love this dessert but must it be baked in ramekins? Will it collapse if baked in a cake dish? Probably adjustments also have to be made to cooking times and temperature? :help:

I don't want to have to buy ramekins. How about the larger size muffin pans? Will that work?

Joan and the whole of Pietersburg (like me) will sit upright tonight.

The Goose is (again) leading the US Open by 3 shots.

What a tough golf course though.

My predicement is that only the winner will be on below par :yikes:

Go Pomssss ... If my dad read this I am sure my inheritance goes .. but if England ever wants to win the Aussies it is today.

Hope it is such nice weather as in the rest of the UK ok:

I have Father's Day Permission to watch

Damn cold here : and getting colder .. :bigcry:

Anybody watching.

My son scans through the channels and I watched from Midnight to 0300 (could not sleep).

Great race - great action. :thumbs: