Monthly Archives: April 2011

Still He walked


He could hear the crowds screaming “crucify” “crucify”…
He could hear the hatred in their voices,
These were his chosen people.
He loved them,
And they were going to crucify him.
He was beaten, bleeding and weakened…
His heart was broken,
But still He walked.

He could see the crowd as he came from the palace.
He knew each of the faces so well.
He had created them.
He knew every smile, every laugh, and every shed tear,
But now they were contorted with rage and anger
His heart broke,
But still He walked.

He felt alone.
His disciples had left, denied, and even betrayed him.
He searched the crowd for a loving face
And he saw very few.
Then he turned his eyes to the only one that mattered
Knowing that he would never be alone.
He looked back at the crowd…
At the people who were spitting at him
Throwing rocks at him and mocking him
And He knew that because of Him,
They would never be alone.
So for them, He walked.

The sounds of the hammer striking the spikes echoed through the crowd.
The cheers of the crowd, as his hands and feet were nailed to the cross,
Intensified with each blow.
And God’s heart broke.
He had let His son walk.

Jesus could have asked God to end his suffering,
But instead He asked God to forgive.
Not to forgive him, but to forgive the ones who were persecuting him.
As he hung on that cross, dying an unimaginable death,
He looked out and saw, not only the faces in the crowd,
But also, the face of every person yet to be,
And his heart filled with love.
As his body was dying, his heart was alive.
Alive with the limitless, unconditional love he feels for each of us.
That is why He walked.

When I forget how much My God loves me,
…I remember his walk.

When I wonder if I can be forgiven,
…I remember his walk.

When I need to be reminded of how to live like Christ,
…I think of his walk.

And to show him how much I love him,
…I wake up each morning, turn my eyes to him,
……And I walk.

Author Unknown


Little Children


They were in the bus driving in front of me.  Little black kids with big eyes.  They pushed their noses against the back window of the bus and looked at me inquisitively.  I’m white after all.  I wonder what went through their little minds.  What have they been told about white people?  What did they think of me?

I decided to smile and wave.  The reaction was amazing.  Big smiles and frantic waving.  Waving that didn’t stop until I turned right 2km later!  I was laughing out loud eventually and I could see they were too.

Little children are so innocent.  There is no hatred, no preconceived ideas, no pretense, no prejudice, nothing.  Just a joy to be alive.  A curiosity to investigate life.  Why can’t adults be like that?  I know all the excuses we give to justify our cynical outlook on life, but do they really hold water?

We are still divided in this nation.  We can talk about a so-called rainbow nation as much as we want, but until we change our hearts, we will remain divided.  Most households in this nation keep racism alive.  We teach it to our children through little things we say and do when we watch the news or while driving.  They watch and they learn.  We are still racially divided, 17 years after apartheid was supposed to die.  It’s sad really.

Did you ever stop and think what South Africa would have been like if apartheid was never born in the mind of one individual?  Where could we have been today?  We wouldn’t have had a war.  We wouldn’t have had the need for activists.  There would never have been any reason for racial quotas, BEE, EE and all the other stuff we hate so much today.  People would have been appointed based on skills, not skin colour.  Wow.  It would have been great.

I wish I could turn back time and make that one individual act differently.  But I can’t.  All I can do now is become like the little children I saw in the bus this morning.  I can choose to smile and wave regardless of skin colour.  I can choose to just embrace life with all the people in it.  Most of all, I can choose not to give my grandchildren of the future a look at racism.  They don’t need to know what it is.  To them, it will just be a burden.  My children already know it – I hope that they too will choose against it.

The cupcake


She walked onto the stage, casually eating a cupcake.  She was obviously enjoying it.  She stood in front of the mic, lip smacking on the soft creamy icing sugar.  Finally she spoke.  Short sentences, squeezed in between the sheer delight she was tasting.

“This cupcake is the freshest, fluffiest cupcake I have ever eaten”.  More lip smacking.  More sounds of sheer delight.  The audience was drooling.  “I have never tasted such creamy icing…Hmmmmm”.  A soft rumble was audible as the audience were moaning among each other about this. 

When the cupcake was finally finished, and she had licked off all her fingers, she looked the audience in the eye for the first time that night.

“Unless you eat one of these cupcakes on sale here tonight for yourself, you will never really know what this one tasted like.  You can tell others how good my cupcake was, but it will be hearsay.  It won’t be something that you experienced for yourself.  For a first hand experience and a first hand testimony, you have to eat one yourself.  And so it is with God.  You have to ‘taste’ God for yourself.  You cannot get to heaven on other people’s experiences with Him.  You will never know how amazing an intimate relationship with God is, unless you have one yourself.  Go on, taste God.  Taste Him for yourself”.

Taste and see that the LORD is good
Psalm 38:4

Have you tasted God?  Do you know Him intimately?  When last did you really experience His presence? 

Go on, taste God.

Fusion: Doxa Deo Hartbeespoort – 2011/04/17