|THE WINNER GAVE IT ALL|
"God is in the detail" - (Mies van der Hero, born March 27th, 1886)
"The grace of our Lord Jesus
Christ be with you all." (Rev. 22, 21)
"...although there were so many,
the net was not broken." (John 21, 11)
13. LED from Grace to Grace
As the year 2012 unfolded my compulsion to email people or TV Stations had decreased considerably. I no longer felt the same urge to get it all off my chest, as I had in the years past. Still, almost daily I could see things on TV or hear words on the radio, which I just could not ignore.
Two days after publishing the previous chapter the colours black, red and white, showed up. They were worn by the presenters of no less than three different TV breakfast programs. This time, however, there was an additional dominating colour, worn by at least one presenter on each TV Show - lemon.
Listening to the news early on Feb. 29th 12, the day after publishing chapter 12, I heard the announcer correct himself. He said "combi...."at first, before correcting himself quickly "compiled". A slip of the tongue, of course, but as my ear hears such goofs, my mind plays with it.
Whilst B and P are not Roman numerals, L & D are. I had
claimed it many times to have been led by the Holy Spirit to have come to the
right place. Had this again happened that morning?
Whilst B and P are not Roman numerals, L & D are. I had claimed it many times to have been led by the Holy Spirit to have come to the right place. Had this again happened that morning?
If so, what I heard next fitted right into the picture. As I changed radio stations, on Cruise 1323, just as I virtually walked past their frequency, my ears picked up the number 450. Strangely weird - 450 is LD in RN (RN is also a Radio Station, but here it means Roman Numerals). The radio host was just announcing the prize for whoever would guess the secret sound - 450 Dollars. (The money sounded good, but the secret sound was more like a drunkard burping loudly, then gulping for air. You could almost smell the beer ...")
At the same time a video clip was making the rounds. It showed a perplexed lady in Germany, who had a tray full of beer poured all over her by a waiter, who was pushed from behind. The beer-baptised lady was none other than Angela Merkel, the German Chancellor. She was very blaze about it.
But there was a further L D twist, one I had noticed following the previous chapter's I L L D. What added to 399 could be extended by the 3/5 code. We now have 599, which in RN is D I L L. (I sense, how some Liberal Party voters are warming to my 3/5 code ...!?).
But there's still more to it. Add this symbol = to the third letter in L I L D and voila - L I E D. German speaking readers, of course, know that Lied means song. Australian Liberal Party voters would immediately see the English version, the word meaning the opposite of telling the truth.
Ms. Gillard, who, as I write, is in Korea attending a nuclear summit, may regard singing, sorry telling lies, as a tool to stay in power and push through her agenda. But in the state of Queensland on March 24th, her party was all but wiped out politically. We may soon hear more singing by Ms. Gillard - her swan song, if you pardon the pun.
Did I not write years ago that lies, when put under extreme heat, rise to the top to be scooped up and discarded. What remains is pure gold or silver.
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God's judgement has already begun. Take a look what I recently discovered on my own website, my own writing, two years ago. On 10.2.10 (the 2.10's of Jesus?) I published Chapter 10 of Book 8 under the title Sensation - saison. It's the story of our trip to Christchurch, New Zealand. My daughter and her husband got married in that city, just over a year before the big earthquake struck.
Here is part of this chapter, a selection of anagrams:
and my favourite
ELEVEN PLUS TWO - TWELVE PLUS ONE
And did the earth shake in Christchurch! But take a look at my favourite, written in another way:
11 + 2 = 12 + 1
You only need to put 1 and 1 together as 2 (Feb) and you find the digits for 22.2.11. It is the date nobody in the Australia / Pacific region will ever forget. A thriving city of 300 000 was almost mortally wounded in seconds. It's showpiece and main tourist attraction, the Cathedral, lay badly damaged.
So, where does God come into the picture? If HE cares, when a hair falls from our head, according to the scriptures, why should HE show no interest, when a huge Cathedral, God's house, comes crashing to the ground?
Did you know that the Anglican Church, whose Cathedral had collapsed almost three years to the day in Feb. 2008, appointed a female bishop? The lady was not only controversial because she was female, but also because of her liberal views on gay marriage. On stuff.co.nz I read this comment:
Did anybody consider that not only conservative church members, but the head of the church, Almighty God Himself, may not approve of her appointment?
Friends, God is not mocked. Either HE is God, or HE is not. No playing of games here. His judgement is coming on evil doers, let's make no mistake about it! It will be harshest on those, who walk around, looking pious in their flowing robes, but inwardly they are wolves in sheep's clothing! Does the church hierarchy give Almighty God any say?
If they were seeking HIS will, as written in the Holy Book, and aim do fulfil it in all honesty and humility, would they not carefully consider any doctrine in the light of scripture. Gay marriage is not HIS will for HIS created beings. Never was, never will be.
When clergy is swept along with political correctness, it's like salt that has lost it's flavour. When the clergy is more preoccupied with their own agenda, their programs, their careers then the sheep go hungry. They yearn for truth, for justice, for reality. These are found only ..in Christ alone.
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Two weeks ago, on March 11th a friend and I flew to Brisbane, Queensland. Our Adelaide United Football team was playing against the Queensland Roar. That day was the anniversary of the Japan quake, when the oceans roared. Before leaving for the airport that morning, I was reflecting on those events in Japan.
I was thinking about Psalm 46. The psalmist assures the reader that there is nothing to fear for those who trust in God:
As far as the football was concerned Adelaide had nothing to fear, except losing the match and landing at the bottom of the table. Their season had been lacking two things - goals and match wins.
Normally, I would not spend big money on travelling interstate to watch a football match. However, when a lady named Mel (note the name) on national TV advertised flights to Brisbane for $ 69, my antenna went up: "If I can get flights for that price and at a date, when Adelaide plays in Brisbane, why not?"
It all fell into place for March 11th, 2012.
Suncorp Stadium, Brisbane, QLD.
My friend had never been to Brisbane. And why travel almost 2000 kilometers without enjoying the place a few more days? What better way than on two wheels?
Brisbane has a fantastic network of bicycle hire stations, scattered all over town and inner suburbs. For a mere two Dollars registration fee per day, paid online, I received a code, which enabled me to use any bicycle, from any station, for half hour free. The next half-hour, if needed, is only $ 2.20). It all worked wonderfully. I was glad to have thought of it, and taken my own helmet, which in Australia must be worn by law.
Riding around Brisbane that Monday it occurred to me to ask: "Why are there no election posters anywhere? Isn't there a state election coming up very soon?" The first person I asked did not know. He had just arrived from the UK to take up a position. I had asked him, because he was a look-alike of the candidate, who most likely was going to win the election.
Having just helped Trevor Grace in his election campaign in Adelaide, I had expected thousands of posters; on poles, trees and anything upright, which you can fasten a piece of cardboard to. (Actually, to be waterproof these posters are made of HIPS, high-impact polystyrene). But there was not one to be seen anywhere, until ...
Late on the Monday afternoon I decided to take a cycle to Fortitude Valley. In a tourist information booklet I had read that this suburb was worth seeing. Only a few minutes walk from the YHA (Youth Hostel), where we were staying, I picked up a bike and cycled along the well laid-out path beside the Brisbane River. It was a superb evening; warm, little wind, and not a worry (or election poster) in the world.
At times the cycle path became crowded. Thank God for bells on bikes. City workers were queuing up on the piers to catch their ferry home, riding one of the public ferries, called City Cats (Pic. below.) My ride took me past the Goodwill Bridge, through the Botanic Gardens and under the Story Bridge, where I took this photo:
A few minutes later I read a street name - Bowen Street.
I continued on the path beside Bowen Street. A minute later, back on the roadway, I suddenly found myself looking at a large poster. It looked like an election poster. It had a lady's portrait on it, and a name. It was indeed an election poster.
I nearly cycled by, taking only a quick glance at first. Luckily I did not. As the name of the candidate registered in my brain, it nearly blew me off my two wheeler. I dismounted and knew in a nanosecond, this was a memorable place. It would become part of history in my story.
What else is there to say? Amazing ...
Unfortunately for her, the Queensland election result meant that she, along with dozens of Labor Party Members, lost her seat. In a huge landslide victory former Brisbane Lord Mayor Campbell Newman became the new man in Queensland politics. (Abc.net.au/elections reports, after 60 % of votes counted, the swing against Labor in Central Brisbane is 9.9 %).
Newman's spectacular ascent to power and unbelievable success will, no doubt, become a remarkable chapter in Australian political history. One sentence I heard during the new man's first speech as Premier was music in my ears:
"I promise we will conduct ourselves with humility, grace and dignity ..." May God bless HIM, if HE really means it.
Prime Minister Gillard and other Federal Labor MPs should be worried about what happened in Queensland. One journalist made this comment on TV on the morning of writing: "The Queensland result would have sent shivers down the spines of many Federal Members of Parliament.
The next day I wanted to go a little further a field. What better way than by train? Years earlier our family took a trip to Queensland. At the time, I recall, Redcliffe was a place I wanted to explore further. Now, twelve years or so later, here was my opportunity.
I took the 8.48 am train from platform 7 at Roma Street Station. The weather was again warm. The air had a tropical feel to it, compared to Adelaide's dry heat. About 15 minutes into the trip the train stopped. Since it was not inside a station, I looked around for a possible cause, but nothing... except - GRACE.
Not long afterwards the train moved again and entered - Bowen Hills Station. How remarkable, I thought, after having had a Bowen / Grace encounter the day before.
At Sandgate I had to change from the train to the bus. An elderly gentleman was the only other passenger waiting for his bus. He wore a blue cap which had Kentucky written on it (Hey, another blue cap?) We got talking. He used to attend the Salvation Army too. (There was a Salvo Store right near the bus station). He was on his way to a Vietnam Veteran reunion.
Before my new friend got off the bus at Woody Point, he looked up his time table for my ride back. A bus was returning to Sandgate at 1.26 PM. I asked him his name - Jim. I don't know what made me ask. Minutes later another Jim was to cross my path.
It was easy to see, why Redcliffe was popular with tourists. As I strolled along the Esplanade I saw many sipping a latte, chatting with friends or reading the paper. At certain times of the year, I found out, humpback whales make Moreton Bay their playground.
My first port of call was the Redcliffe Museum. The attendant wore a name tag: Jim. I learned that Redcliffe is the birthplace of Queensland. The area was first explored by Captain Matthew Flinders on July 17th, 1799. In 1824 a settlement was established just to the north, which today is Scarborough, on the tip of the peninsula.
Browsing through the excellent exhibits I found out I had just travelled across the longest bridge in Australia - the six-lane Hornibrook Highway, which opened in 1979. It spans across the Pine River at Hayes Inlet. The original bridge opened in 1935.
The lady at the tourist information had made a point of directing me to Suttons Beach, via Dix Street. What was so special about Dix Street, besides being the shortest route to the beach?
Strolling along I noticed on the ground a torn up betting ticket. On one side it showed st4; on the other, if any number at all, it was the 2 which stood out. I had not picked up rubbish and decoded it for along time. But old habits die hard. Was there some connection?
If so, it may have come very early the next morning. It was 4.30 am. My friend and I were just leaving our hostel in Upper Roma Street, when we noticed a motor car had parked right across the footpath. Again, out of habit, I read the registration plate - RU...942.
Originally I wanted to catch the 690 bus back at 1.26 PM. However, I spend an extra hour enjoying a coffee on the Esplanade, writing a few postcards to friends in Germany. Just on leaving a driving school vehicle drove by. In large letters I read: ME Ls. It put a smile on my face. Was it not Mel I should be thanking for all this? Had I not seen her on TV advertising cheap flights to Brisbane, I'd experience none of this.
On the plane back to Adelaide the next morning there was time to indulge in a little reading. Be it as it may, I find it hard these days to pick up any magazine or newspaper without seeing things. Mistakes, misprints, funny things or anything, which does not make sense. Something inside wants me to point out that I saw it. (Perhaps, a leftover from thinking I was being tested?)
In the Readers Digest Magazine (Summer Edition 2011/12) I found a blatant error, which many would have picked up. It was a wrong number, ten short of what it should have been. I also noticed the way one article started - not with one drop letter, but with two. Take a look:
Readers Digest Summer Edition 2011/2012
Arriving back in Adelaide from Brisbane I had so much to offload, but who listens? There was no one, at least not one, who would take my stories seriously, or would try and understand.
Two days later the subject of electric cars came up during a TV breakfast show. The subject interested me. Years ago I had had an idea. I sent the following email to the TV show. (Rather than printing it straight off, I shall break it up in between the paragraphs to explain other observations and my thinking behind it).
The first two paragraphs are about the 942 DIX Street find:
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A strange phenomena took place on Wednesday March 21. At church after choir practice* I got talking to a retired gentleman, who was sunburned, as if he had been on holidays. Our brief conversation went something like this:
(*I joined only for a few weeks for the Special Easter Choir).
We then talked about Barry's holiday and travel in general. Little did I know what had happened only a few hours before our conversation. I heard it on the TV News the next evening.
Tod Highway, of course, has nothing to do with death or dying. It was named after explorer Robert Tod. Another place name, not far west of Port Lincoln, is Coffin Bay. No, there is no connection to this, again macabre, name! It was given by Captain Matthew Flinders in honour of his friend, Naval Commander Isaac Coffin.
There are times when all the links I see threaten to overburden me. How easy it would be to overreact; to go over the edge with what I see and interpret! But God ...
Would God load us up with a burden we cannot carry? In John Chapter 21 we read a story how Jesus helped his disciples, professional fishermen, to land a catch of fish. They had been fishing all night and caught nothing. On the advise of their friend Jesus, who they only recognized afterwards, they once again cast their net to the right of the boat. To their great surprise, they caught so many fish (153* - love that number!) they could hardly drag in the net. But the net did not brake, despite the huge catch.
Amidst all the numbers, names, letters and links reverberating in my head, God keeps my mind in perfect peace, because I trust in HIM. How wonderful this is. Not only is HIS burden light (Matt. 11, 30), but I don't have to carry IT alone! (Ps. 55, 22, 1. Peter 5,7).
Early that morning, during my quiet time, I had been prompted to do something rather unusual, after my eyes fell onto a box beside my computer desk. It contained daily bible reading material, which I had kept from previous years: Every Day with Jesus, In Touch Magazines, Our Daily Bread; even some old Neukirchener Calendars.
Anyone for bible study?
... good man, who hung on a tree!
Is it purely co-incidental that the word god is inside good?
On Saturday 3/3 I was sitting on the couch, reading the previous day's Our Daily Bread. It was by Bill Crowder, the gentleman mentioned Chapter 12. The heading read: "I'M GOOD. His text was from Matthew, Chapter 19, the story of the rich, young ruler (see below).
A moment later, still during my brief reading, my eyes fell onto the coffee table beside me. Right there, in large letters, the word GOOD sprung into my face. It was on the front cover of the RBC Magazine, the same one that publishes Our Daily Bread.
I had this serendipity feeling. So I snapped the above picture with my new digital camera. But there was more to come, more serendipity.
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Before reporting a little twist I discovered at the end of above Daily Bread Bible reading, readers must understand the background story. On television that same morning I had watched two separate stories. One was from Coomera, Queensland about training of dogs, if I recall correctly. The other was a direct telecast (Nat from Channel Seven's Sunrise team) from a flooded Cooma, New South Wales. (The subjects are not important here, only the names).
Pondering on Cooma / Coomera, the letters ER came into focus. (It's not rocket science, really). Now you may understand, why I marvelled as I read the last line in Our Daily Bread that morning, a poem by D. De Haan:
Eternal with the Father; ONE,
Is Jesus Christ, His own dear Son;
In Him God's fullnes we can see,
for Jesus Christ is deity. - D. De Haan
The word diety against the word dieter produces Y E R. That's why I marvelled at ER.
But there was more. In prayer, I suddenly saw the two letters ER on top of the Melbourne tram, the Royal Tram, I had written about in Chapter 10. My mind wandered and wondered: Is there a connection between ER and the number on the Royal Tram - 158? There was.
E is the 5th letter of the alphabet. R is the 18th. (Not a Royal Tram for nothing!)
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Artwork in an Adelaide Craft Market
Please let nobody think that I had planned and booked a trip to the USA in haste, because I had decoded and interpreted the letters u on us in a magazine. How stupid would that be? Nine years ago, perhaps, when I was still struggling with mental challenges?
After much prayer and contemplation a plan crystallized, and is still processing, that I would be cycling a *cross...
...in America. I was not going to disclose all until after the event, but something happened since, which compels me to write about it. God is at work; there is no question about it. I stand amazed at what is unfolding before my very eyes.
Two words in my diary describe my first reaction to what I felt led to undertake: spooky / crazy. You be the judge! In the end we all are in God's hands, safe and secure without fear, knowing wherever we go - we never walk alone.
In the previous chapter I mentioned that my wife and I were watching the movie When Sally met Harry. During that movie I had a world atlas on my lap, looking over the map of North America. The date was February 5th, 12. I had already thought of a starting point for the gigantic undertaking on my Giant. With 'Harry and Sally' playing in the background I was contemplating, where I could end the first stage of this adventure?
As I perused the map I drew a mental line from west to east. It stretched from Nebraska to Indiana. (Much later I realized that NE and IN make ... a number. Next a place name caught my eye - Anderson. This sounded like a good destination.
Within a few seconds, not more than ten, maybe less, in the background I overheard a name: Alex Anderson. (Meg Ryan's friend spoke it in conversation with Sally.)
But there was more, more spook and more crazy thoughts, perhaps. Take a look at the map and you will understand my astonishment.
Map of USA, Nebraska to Indiana.
Fast forward the calendar to March 2nd, 2012. Severe storms hit the United States. There were many deaths. Many communities left devastated. Among them Marysville, a small town in Indiana. Senator Dan Coats said: "That's the information we have, that Marysville is no longer."
For some time I had thought the Maryville in my atlas was the demolished town. But it was not. I was not the only person mixing up Maryville and Marysville. One US TV program showed both versions on their screen, even during the same news report.
As I was contemplating right here, how to end this sombre chapter, on the internet radio Gospel Music Selections just started this song:
If I could add another verse to above song, it would be this: In times like these you need a Healer.
The world is hurting. People are hurting. Nature is hurting. Leaders are looking for answers. As I write world leaders are meeting to discuss nuclear power. If only they knew, who holds all the power!
It is Jesus.
END of Book Ten.