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my kind, my Kind
wat het dan gebeur
die spykers, die bloed
ek dog Pilatus is goed
die skare word maller
en ek... word net banger
hoe staan jy onskuldig
gelsaan vir die gepeupel
my kind, my Kind
ek sien nog die ster
die herders en engele
die manne van ver
waar is jou vader dan
en ons Vader ook
dis skielik koud
en ek word oud
as ek hoor hoe jy afdaal
na die hel
ook my Hel
na die Redder van volke
Hy sou so alles
kom verander en regeer
hoe donker hier om ons
hoe koud in die dag
hoe min hul genade
hoe magtig God's krag?
hoe klein ons geloof dan
hoe blind dan ons oë
dat ons nie kan glo
of kan sien op die dag
Hy's dood! Hy's dood....
hoe duister die nag
hier op goeie Vrydag
We've all experienced it. That moment of divine revelation, when things just fall into place and start making sense. Or that moment when you are reminded of an old truth, that rings new again and gets a different dimension.
Last night we listened to an old Catholic priest reminding us of who we are. He said that in this world, people describe themselves in terms of what they DO.... The question "who are you?" is answered with "I am a businessman", "I'm an athlete" as if the doing is more important than the being.
Another way the question is answered is terms of what you or others say about you. It is positive in the world's eyes, measured in money, big titles, the shrewd businessman, or if you do not have those handles, you are the loser, or the "flaky" one or the hanger on.
And then of course the answer gets answered in terms of what you have: the man that owns the mansion on the hill, the woman with the sleek cabriolet, the old man that lives in a delapitated shack.
So who are you? If you strip yourself from your work title, your daily objectives, your bank balance, your media persona. Who are you, there where it is just you, and no-one else.
The priest reminded us that we are "sons and daughters of the one most High", that our identity is in Christ. He reminds us that each of us is that unique human being, with the eye prints, foot prints, voice prints and DNA, that He has created. That there is no-one that can fill that place and space that He has created us for. The scriptures speaks about us being God's poema, His poetry, the ones He has plans for.
And here where I am, stripped of all but God and people that love me, I have to ask again: Who am I? Why am I here? And I have to hang onto God's promise that we are His children, bought at a very expensive price - the blood of the Son of the living God.
And if in times, nothing seems to make sense, we need to turn back to the basics. God's love, our significance in His eyes, the freedom that He has made us for, the resurrection power of the Holy Spirit, the Spirit in us. Basics. Being present here in this moment, and leaving the rest to God's will, His works.
This year has been tough, and my words few. But i got reminded of this beautiful blessing tonight and wanted to share it.
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
