Chapter 5 HOME
Written / Published 14.7./21.7.20 (Pics by author, unless indicated)
There's a reason this chapter is two weeks late. You will understand after reading about a weekend visit to South Australia's South Coast. I say this much, I ignored a warning sign and suffered for it.
Football is back, but not as you would have expected. We have two incidences, not co..., one a first with a radio program, another seconds after tuning into a TV quiz show.
As the disastrous, global virus of 2020 continues, I increasingly find data, coding it, linking it, wondering ... The more I ponder the more I see. There is always the urge to declare truth - the truth that set us free!
There is going to be a new normal - one with HIM forever!
"The LORD is my light *..." (Psalm 27, 1)
5. Power and True Light
The internationally renowned American bible teacher and author Dr. David Jeremiah made a profound statement on his TV program Turning Point. I was tuned into Australia's TV Channel 72, watching his regular Sunday morning talk. It was July 5th local time, Independence Day in the US. He concluded a story he had told with this remark: "It's strange, but the more I pray the more co-incidences happen in my life!" (Or words to that effect).
How I could identify with Dr. Jeremiah's statement! It expresses the story of my life too; at least when I consider the myriad of co-incidences I had come across. Regular readers know all about it. Sometimes they come to light during or after prayer.
Prayer is such a personal, private matter. Like the relationship between a husband and wife, only you really know what your bond is like to God Almighty, intimate and real or distant and hazy. A loving devotion to God, through the Lord Jesus Christ is a must for every serious believer.
Books have been written on prayer. Much has been preached about prayer. A common saying by Christians is: "Prayer changes things". I have first hand experience that it does. One who comes to talk to God must do so with a sincere heart. The Aussie slang fair-dinkum expresses it rather well.
Sadly, God's place in modern society has been occupied by social media, electronic gadgets and entertainment of all kinds. But not even a hundred so-called friends on facebook come close to a personal friendship with God the Father.
A special Father's Day card
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Waking up at 6 AM on Sunday 12th July 2020 I tuned into a radio program called Heart and Soul. During the program a pastor, David Evans (not the Gospel singer) preached a short sermon. That morning, as I listened in bed on my transistor radio, I thought I detected a minor discrepancy - the speaker spoke the words of a classical chorus, one that my age group knows well:
One word in above lyrics bothered me; the word power didn't fit. Things grow dim when there is not enough light. The preacher obviously misquoted, saying power instead of light. In the past such discoveries really bothered me. They still do to a lesser degree, but because of the letters P L (Power / Light) I just couldn't ignore it. (Long time readers know that these letters played a major role since book one).
The day following, still pondering if I should speak out, since things hadn't added up, this came:
Our Daily Bread devotional - 13.7.20
How could I not marvel at God's timing, once again and dismiss it as meaningless, as co-incident? HE is saying to us: "Look-up at my creation, then turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in HIS wonderful face ...". HE is the light of the world.
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Going back one week, on July 4th to be precise, I was watching one of our sons play football. It was the first time in over a decade that I had done so. Local football was just commencing again, after the virus restrictions. He had casually mentioned two days earlier, where and when kick-off was. I thought, why not go and support him and his team by just being there? Looking back, I'm glad I went.
There is a reason I'm writing these banal details. At the time I had been unaware of an amazing God-incident that was to unfold.
Later that evening I opened 'The Word For Today', the other daily devotional booklet I have been reading regularly for some years. The headline that very Saturday, July 4th, matched exactly what had happened that afternoon at the soccer match. See it for yourself:
"You Can Win In The Second Half"
It may sound unreal, friends, but I write it as it was. What amazing timing, once again! What clear demonstration how God leads, through HIS Holy Spirit. If we trust HIM, HE will lead us to a place exactly when and where HE wants us to be! Remember, the game is not over at half-time! Don't give up, you can win in the second half.
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On July 4th each year the United States celebrates the declaration of independence from Great Britain. A little research revealed an interesting piece of history, which is worth repeating:
America's founding fathers at the time (in 1776) based laws and morals on biblical principles. They wisely believed what King David expressed in his sacred poetry, called the Psalms:
The once great nation of America, as well as Great Britain, Canada, Australia, Europe, (especially France!*) and indeed the entire sin-stained world ought to regard the global virus crisis of 2020 as (half-time) evaluation time, and ask: Where are we now? Why are we losing? What do we need to do to win?
(*The day I'm writing France celebrates their Bastille Day, July 14th!)
What a perfect date to once again be pointing to the solution to the woes of mankind! The Salvation Army loves singing a hymn that includes these lyrics:
Christians are called to pull down the devil's kingdom, conquer the fortress just as those did, who pulled down the Bastille and triggered the French Revolution. Christians are not tourists on a cruise ship, but God's marines on a battleship.
Our weapons are not torpedoes, guns or explosives, because we do not fight against flesh and blood. Our weapon is the Word of God and Prayer, guided by the Holy Spirit.
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If we were to looked at a clock and deduct 2 10s from 2.10 we would arrive at 1.50, the time that can also be expressed as 10 to 2. It so happened around that hour, on 27.6.20, my wife and I had just finished lunch at the Victoria Hotel in lovely Strathalbyn, a historic town about 45 minutes south-east of Adelaide. We strolled through the town, enjoying the sunshine, when my wife decided to take a look at some books outside a bookshop.
After a few+ minutes I thought it's time to walk on. My body wanted to move, burning-off the delicious meal we'd just enjoyed. But my darling was lost in all the literature, picking up one title after another, thoroughly inspecting each one. (Perhaps bookshops should have what clothing stores have, little cubicles, so people can read a book before deciding to buy it, ha ha?)
After a few more patient minutes, I left my wife to it. I said I'd meet her back at our parked car and took off at a brisk pace. It was only a few minutes later, after crossing the Angus River via the picnic area and up the steps on the other side, I stood outside the impressive stone structure of St. Andrews historic church.
As I looked up at the clock on the square tower, my mind immediately took me to the two 10 / 10 towers, pictured in Chapter 3 of this book. Not only did St Andrews tower look similar, the time on the clock was also remarkable. Take a look:
The world's fifth longest river meets with the Southern Ocean a few miles downstream from here. We were that close to the wide river, we could have thrown a fishing line out the window, if fishing were our hobby. (Despite the surname Fischer, standing still and waiting for a bite at the end of a line sounds worse than waiting for your wife to finish browsing a bookshop.)
My forte, as readers well know, is riding a bicycle. This is just what I did the next morning after a cold night with clear skies. The air was crisp, a mist hung over the water, heavy dew covered the ground, as I cycled off through sleepy Goolwa early that Sunday morning. I headed for the scenic Encounter Bay Bikeway, which extends along the south coast, through picturesque Port Elliott and Victor Harbor to Encounter Bay.
It was cold, but there were already many surfers in the water and many more getting ready to catch a wave. The clean surf rolling in made for ideal conditions.
My thoughts went to my imprisoned friend in jail, Peter Liddy, who had been a surf life saving coach before the tragic turn of events. PL, I thought, would give anything to escape for a moment, from his gray cell and exchange the monotony of prison life to enjoy the blue sky, the soft sand and fresh ocean air.
As I pedaled along, a silly thought flashed through my brain. It was unreal at first, but made sense 30 seconds later.
What came next, moments later, took me by surprise because of the amazing timing: Seconds after thinking of the former surf life saving coach and a politician named Chapman, I passed this street sign:
Chapman Rd / Surfers Pde
Back on the bike that same Sunday morning I spotted something else that made me interrupt my pedaling and take pictures. Two vehicles were parked together on the side of the road. The registration plate of one, in my simply complex code, expressed the word - see!
You see, on the very day I took this picture (June 27th 20) my wife and I should have been waking up, not in Australia, but in Austria! We had already booked an apartment near Kufstein, but had to cancel for one obviorus reason (pun intended). There were no flights from Australia to Austria.
On the way back to our apartment it happened; a rare event - I crashed my bicycle! A combination of factors contributed to the mishap: The heavy dew made a wooden section of the path very slippery. The sun was in my eye. I should have slowed down more, but misjudged, the front wheel slid from under me. I landed hard on my face and right hand, which instinctively tried to protect my body from hitting the ground.
Fortunately, I was able to get up and ride on, but my hand hurt badly. When my wife first saw me, shocked at my bruised face, she ushered me into a chair, where I fainted briefly. She feared the worst and had already dialed the emergency number, when I woke and stopped her from going ahead. I didn't want to spoil her weekend entirely.
Later, with my right hand bandaged up, my face looking like we'd had an argument, which I lost, we went to meet up with some friends for lunch at the Middleton Tavern. Food was delicious. We had an enjoyable time, despite one dining with one hand. And only the other's could see my bruised face. (Only to others one's black eyes matter!)
The pain on my hand during the night was excruciating. Later back home in Adelaide X-Rays revealed it was broken. Looking back, the outcome of my mistake could have been far worse, for which I thank God. The broken hand didn't need an operation to insert rods, or whatever surgeons put in there to fix it. Had I crashed on gravel, not on the wooden section, or in traffic, the damage may have been far worse.
I can only blame myself for the crash. The signs SLIPPERY WHEN WET and CYCLISTS SLOW DOWN were big enough. But it's one thing to be clearly warned about danger ahead. It's quit another to take note, heed the warning and act accordingly.
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This takes us to a subject which in 2020 has been on everyone's lips. The word Corona in the years to come will be synonymous, not for its real meaning, crown, or as a brew of beer, nor a brand of typewriter. Corona will go into history books as the nasty virus called Covid-19.
The name of the typewriter was not the first link I saw, which made me wonder about it. It was the name Noti, a tiny timber town between Portland, Oregon and the US West Coast. (Bk.17 Ch.11).
One does not need to be a champion in a quiz show to find the word coronation, using corona and noti. The little word no has been among my chapters for years. The question, what it was all about has always been on my mind, but more so since 2019, after the road trip by bicycle through Noti and what followed later.
My wife recently bought a new brand of shampoo. Looking at the bottle one day I was bemused, looking at 13 Nos listed on the label. Was it to encourage women to say "No" more (just joking, I say no more). But why advertise a product and highlight all the things it doesn't consist of?
Whoever worded the shampoo label (below) didn't know proper English. Should it say, naturally created with: no, no, no.... or simply - naturally created without...?
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Besides Noti there came other names that teased my coded brain, simply because I could find a link to it, my story! One was Italy, the country that had been hardest hit initially. Italy starts with IT and continues with AL Y. The other I noticed on SBS television on March 25th 20. The President of Italy was speaking to the press. His name rang a bell immediately:
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One of the features of the Covid 19 pandemic are NOS. Daily we receive an update. Numbers from various states and countries around the world inform, (mostly alarm) citizens who are affected. And WHO isn't?
Politicians and health professionals have us believe that drastic measures, including the ruining of businesses, are necessary to protect people from dying. Of course, nobody want to see people die, but why is the existence of a 93-year old, who had lived his life, more important than the deaths of hundreds of innocent abortion victims?
Should we not also consider, how many more depressed, young people will end their life, fearing for their futures?
Why do political leaders make us believe they care about saving lives, but then sanction the abortion pandemic that is rampant in the western world? How ironic that Victoria, our neighbour state, is hardest hit at this present second wave (in July 2020). The Victorian government was the one, which introduced the most brutal abortion laws in the world in 2008. (Unless it's co-incidence, of course?!)
For those unfamiliar with abortion statistics is Australia, let me shock you with the number of dead unborn babies in any four month period and, compare this to the number of Covid 19 deaths up to July 20th 2020:
Earlier in 2020 I attended a seminar. One of the speakers was a young doctor, who had come to Australia from a Muslim country. The young lady worked in an Adelaide hospital. Moving through the corridors, she passed the notice board regularly, where all the medical procedures for the day were listed.
She noticed, how often three letters came up, which she didn't recognize. At first too shy to ask, she enquired eventually what these letters meant. To her great shock, she learned that they were code for extracting an unborn from a woman's pregnant body!
Her story speaks volumes: Not only is this shameful state of affairs being kept from the public, it's also swept under the carpet within the medical profession.
This kind of thinking is in direct conflict with the scriptures:
Friends, I'm well aware that I am harping on the same subject time and time again. I'm also watching with alarm, how society is on a very slippery slope. The corona virus, in my mind, is a stern warning to the world, to not only slow down (abortions), but to stop doing evil and turn around. God does not want that anyone should perish! He wants all to see the truth. (1. Timothy 2, 4).
To refuse HIS warning, to ignore HIS offer of love and forgiveness, will lead to pain far worse than a broken hand after crashing on a slippery, wooden footpath.
Some good will come out of the Corona crisis. It will come to pass. God's will be done!
Jesus said: "I am the light of the world" (John 8, 12).
Lord, let Your light shine on us.