Christ Church 8am News - December 2017

The Eight O’Clock

News December 2017

Unto Us a Child is Born Unto Us a Son is Given * As far back as Genesis, Jesus' coming was prophesied. Genesis 49:10: The sceptre shall not depart from Judah, nor the ruler's staff from between his feet, until tribute comes to Him; and to Him shall be the obedience of the peoples.

Isaiah spoke about this too, about 700 years B.C and yet time went on with no arrival of the long-awaited Messiah. However, God's timetable and ours are vastly different. Finally, one inauspicious night, a poor, lowly virgin gave birth to Him in a place reserved for animals!

He was laid in a dirty feeding trough. Mary, although she had received an amazing promise from God concerning the fact that she was bearing the very Son of God, did not feel compelled to announce the news to all Judea. In fact, she most likely would have been most discreet, as a pregnant unmarried Jewish girl was target practice for stone throwers. I do not think she was too concerned about how God would bring this all to fruition either. Her focus was simply on being a surrendered tool in His Hands in order for Him to bring about what He had promised.

Strategic Planning: Did she kick up a fuss when there was no place fitting for the birth of a future king? Did she stamp her foot and demand 5-star trreatment due to her status? We all know the answer to that. Her humility and complete trust in God is evident from her simple acceptance of the way God chose to do things. God called up a host of angels to replace the need for media announcements. He set a constellation in the sky, to announce the news to those in foreign lands and He provided messages through dreams to safeguard His future plans for the Lord Jesus… and we worry about how He will bring the plans He has for us to pass?

Long Term Plans: At this time of year we focus on the shepherds and the wisemen and most importantly on the baby Jesus, but without the cross in view, there can be no joy in this celebration. Everything is always about and centres upon the reason for the season. Yes, it is a time to rejoice in the fact that Jesus put on flesh and came and dwelt here, but further down the track looms the cross December 2017 Eight O’Clock News

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which was God's plan from the beginning. Satan did not spring a surpise on God, as he was merely a tool in God's Hands. Prophecies concerning Jesus’ life and death and the details surrounding this all speak of impeccable planning and the purpose for His birth.

He was born in the place where the perfect sacrificial lambs were birthed, the Tower of the Flock [cf p 8] (Micah 4:8), and just like them, His purpose was to die in our place, as a sin-substitute once and for all.

This was the long term plan and can be traced right from Genesis. Isn't it wonderful to know that the Lord has every detail of all time firmly in His control?

Final Outcome: We have seen that God's promises regarding Jesus are true—based on the prophecies that have already come to pass and so because of this, we can trust Him for the ones yet to be fulfilled when Jesus will return and rule over all, in truth, righteousness and justice. Our joy in the birth of Jesus is compounded when we look further down the line, and so this year, may the assurance of this gospel be planted firmly in your hearts and minds as you hear the familiar account of Jesus' arrival and sing the songs which underpin this glorious message! Amen. * Isaiah 9:6 - Jenie Oliver,Christian Newsletter, Issue #57 Used with permission

A Prayer and Meditation May this eternal truth be always on our hearts That the God who breathed this world into being Placed stars in the heavens And designed a butterfly’s wing Is the God who entrusted His life To the care of ordinary people Became vulnerable that we might know How strong is the power of Love A mystery so deep it is impossible to grasp A mystery so beautiful it is impossible to ignore - Origin unknown. Sent in by Sally Palmer

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From SA Kids to Swiss Kids Some of you may have been surprised when Rob called me up to

the front to say ‘goodbye’ on Sunday 11 November so I thought I would write a short piece to explain.

For some years now my husband, John, has wanted to move away from the hustle and bustle of city life but I was still working and resisted the idea. Then about three years ago our eldest daughter, Kate, bought nine hectares of land in an area called Rondeberg about 40 kilometres out of Cape Town up the N7 to Malmesbury. We visited often and John really enjoyed being out there on these visits.

Once I had sold my Early Learning Centre in December 2016, we talked about a move to join Kate in her farming endeavours.

Eventually it was agreed that we should move but would need to build a cottage of our own to be independent of her household.

For reasons of red tape, we were confined to a dwelling of only 50 sq. metres. I was doubtful that it would be adequate but once we had moved in the furniture that we really needed in terms of comfortable living, it all fitted in beautifully.

We have an L-shaped house with a living space where we have created a very cosy chat corner as you come into the front door with a corner opposite for the TV, sound system and computer and an open plan kitchen area. So when we sit at the computer, we look out onto fields where Kate’s small flock of Swiss milk goats graze and small raptors circle while scanning the pasture for a meal or toward the three low hills that give this area—Rondeberg (or really ‘rond die berg’) - its name. The kitchen space overlooks Kate’s very large vegetable garden which makes washing dishes another ‘scenic’ experience! There is, of course, a small but adequate bedroom, a small bathroom area and a very large patio on two sides of the house—planned to make the 50 sq. meters liveable.

The house has been so well designed that it is filled with sunlight from the east in the morning, sunlight from the west in the afternoon, views from every window, a flow out onto the L-shaped patio area where we sit in the evening watching the sunset and flocks of birds—often flamingos—making their way home to roost for the night in the near distance.

The next phase is creating a garden in an area that has been fenced around the cottage within the meadow area and, although \I had spent a lot of time sorting 50 years of accumulation of stuff, there will obviously have to be another sort-and-throw away session!

Then what will I do? Help with the hundreds of tasks needed to maintain Kate’s expansion plans; help to maintain the vegetable garden; learn to make jams and goat’s milk cheese; bake more often, read more than I have done during my more hectic life recently and just to take life a bit more slowly than I have for the last 15 years—although I am open to other options to give back to communities and to keep me professionally and intellectually stimulated.

I think we are going to enjoy living here in spite of my initial reservation. I feel blessed. Psalm 23 seems appropriate for me right now. We have had some lovely rain and cooler days since we moved in as though to ease us into the summer heat out here, but I have not found a solution yet to the flies that drive me mad!

Also all our children contributed their love in many different ways, but especially in the following ways—Robert and Lisa greatly improved my original design concept; Kate undertook the management of the building project tirelessly and really well; Beth organised the move I dreaded very efficiently; Murray and Tony December 2017 Eight O’Clock News

fitted the doors and gave good advice.

And what of the Christ Church connection? I will always feel part of this community and you may see me on high days and holidays. So it’s really au revoir or tot weer siens rather than goodbye and many thanks for prayers, friendship and support from several members of the 8 O ’Clock congregation especially over the last two years. We who are many, are one body for we all partake of one bread.’

- Wilma Tindall

A Dachshund Christmas

- Sent in by Cheryl Anderson

First Christmas & Beyond I was very aware of God's presence with me through Gill's death.

But the other day I decided to be more specific and actually 'count my blessings' during the five-week period leading up to and including Gill's funeral. So I made a list. Then I remembered that the psalmists always thanked God for something specific (healing, protection, provision etc), so I turned my list into a table, and gave each item a code (e.g. healing = H). When I had finished, my Thanksgiving List for the period 26 Feb-27 March 2017 contained 88 items, the vast majority of which were coded ‘L’ - God's loving kindness—invariably expressed through people, who might not have realised what a gigantic blessing they were being to me. I'm trying to keep the list up-to-date, but it is very difficult when a day doesn't go by without my being reminded multiple times that I am loved, watched over, cared for and guided. Given the possibilities of next year's trip I must really learn how to sustain my list-making, and am practising keeping my eyes, ears and heart open to surprises. ‘Godwinks’, as a friend calls them!

Subsequently I learnt of someone who stopped by at a monastery and was invited to list 45 reasons to thank God. After completing the assignment he was asked to reflect upon whether his perspective had changed during the exercise. He realised that the process had moved him all the way from awareness to acknowledgement to indebtedness to dependence to a realisation of his unconditional belovedness and then to immeasurable gratitude. As he progressively attributed his blessings to God, his various costumes, masks and personae became redundant and he was left with only his real self (whom he hardly recognised) and his Great True Friend. Altogether a profitable investment.

- Gerry Adlard

Cheryl and Ev wish all our readers a blessed Christmas and a God-filled 2018.

Thank you for all your contributions and fellowship in Jesus.

A New Face at CCK I met Gwen [Jacobs] at her delightfully feminine room at Huis Nuweland.

She recounted growing up in the Fisherman’s Village in Hout Bay, where her father was a successful fisherman owning five boats. She attended the Convent and later made the long bus journey daily to Battswood High School in Wynberg. Her family worshipped at St Peter the Fisherman Anglican Church, which was accommodated in a marquee until a church was built in the village. After school she trained as an invoice clerk and most of her working life she was at a wholesale distributor, supplying shops around SA with electrical goods.

When the snoek were running, a Mr Jacobs often came over the mountain to join one of her father’s boats, and sometimes he was accompanied by his son Billy. Gwen was introduced to him and a romance soon blossomed. They loved the fund-raising dances in the school hall which helped to finance the building of the Anglican Church. Her strict parents would only allow them to get engaged when Gwen was 21 and they married when she was 23. Initially they lived in Walmer Estate with his parents, and it was there that a life-long friendship with Dulcie her sister-in-law began.

Gwen and Billy later built their own home in Crawford and moved there with baby Abigail. They worshipped at St. Paul’s in Bree Street, and it was there that Gwen felt God ask her to start a prayer group. What a growth experience this was for her. She moved from anxiety, to trusting, and then to confidence that God would lead her. Gwen said the chorus, ‘It is well with my soul’ sprang from her heart and her lips.

Gwen is very proud of her two graduate daughters.

Abigail became a radiotherapist and lives in London, in the province of Ontario, Canada. Michelle is an accountant and now lives in San Diego in California.

Gwen has made three visits to them. She is delighted with her grandchildren, William and Cloe, who are both at university. She will be packing her bags to visit them again soon [Gwen set off at 5 pm last Sunday].

As a busy mother Gwen made a second career as a caterer and baker. She was a tireless member of the Anglican Women’s Fellowship at St Paul’s where she was a member for 52 years.

In 2006 her husband died and life changed for Gwen.

The house they had shared felt large and lonely and she was increasingly anxious about crime and violence. Dulcie, her sister-in-law was a great support and comfort at that time. However, when she died, Gwen knew it was time to move and she has settled in at Huis Nuweland. There she met Chris Milligan, who invited her to Christ Church. At first it seemed very different from the services to which she was accustomed, but as she gets to know people she feels more at home. Reading her Bible and spending time December 2017 Eight O’Clock News

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in prayer and quietly with the Lord is what she enjoys. Recently she went to parliament to intercede when Angus Buchan spoke to parliamentarians and she found this a profound experience.

Bon voyage, Gwen—and hurry back!

- Lindy Tomalin

HAPPY SPECIAL BIRTHDAY To

Chris Jenkins (10/12) Jesus (25/12) For in Christ the whole fullness of Deity dwells bodily and you have been filled in Him, who is the head of all rule and authority Colossians 2:9-10

News from Jean Swan General Malepe

phoned me recently, sounding so

cheerful.

He asked me to pass on the good news that as a result of his son Lungelo’s advert for work as a driver in CCK connections (and a referral from John McPetrie) he got a 2-week job with an organisation in Woodstock. They ‘loved him so much’ that he now continues working for them on a Saturday as a driver. More positive news from this side is that Lungelo has just got a job with Transnet and best of all he, will be applying his degree.

General’s youngest, Anele (aged 10) started music last year and has continued this year at a new school, Bongolwethu Primary in Phillipi with the Amy Biehl Foundation. Anele has ‘fallen in love with music’! If anyone has any musical instruments lying around, particularly a trumpet or saxophone, please consider giving them to General. He says any musical instruments in any condition will be welcome—he will fix them! I discovered over the years of working with him that he is surprisingly good with his hands—and he even knows how to use a sewing machine. He is definitely a ‘do-er’, and his heart for helping others in trouble or difficulty is as strong as ever.

He is ever grateful for the support he has had from CCK over the years.

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A Northern Holiday Trish and I returned on 29 October having spent three

weeks in the Kgalagadi and Northern Cape.

We visited and stayed at so many places we’d not heard about but also stayed in places we have simply passed through before.

The Northern Cape is beautiful in unexpected ways.

We stayed at Noup, old diamond divers’ cottages, and were able to marvel at the moving of mountains of sand

by De Beers in their quest to find alluvial diamonds washed down by rivers (primarily the Orange) over millions of years.

We did a coastline shipwreck 4X4 trail through the dunes. We stayed on a working date farm and were lucky enough to spend a few hours in Pofadder. We’d picked up a slow puncture and this had to be repaired.

Anybody heard of Riemvasmaak? We visited this deep in the mountains—where the ladies swam in hot springs. The land had been taken over by the previous government and the occupants scattered and resettled.

The land was used by the defence force for armaments’ training. It was eventually returned to the rightful owners and is now a conservancy run by the locals. There are overnight cottages in the valley. Do not venture without a 4X4 and without high ground clearance.

Ten days were spent in the Kgalagadi.

I had looked forward to this with much anticipation. If you like sand, dust, drought and desert conditions, you will have no problem. I don`t.

In addition, we were badly let down by the animals. Apart from the usual array of Springbok, Wildebeest, Giraffe and a variety of other antelope, the exotic animals were either on furlough or had moved on to greener pastures. We have been told we were unlucky and that the lions etc. were a day behind us.

We left the Kgalagadi a day early as I had been attacked by squadrons of biting insects and was most uncomfortable with the resultant itching. Trish found the most amazing guest house in Upington on the banks of the Orange river. What an OASIS after weeks of drought, chapped heels and dust-inflicted wheezing.

As we were so comfortable and enjoying the lush green vegetation in this beautiful amd recently discovered Northern Cape gem we spent two days at the guest house. It is owned by a delightful couple. He farms in Mariental (550 kms away) and she runs the guest house in Upington. I suggested they spend more time together on the farm or as a couple and that once Trish retires (end March 2018), that we come up and oversee the running of the guest house at no charge. Were they interested? Yes. Will they do it? Time will tell.

Upington is a haven of viticulture with beautifully manicured and well laid out vineyards everywhere. For us it was a rich discovery. The town size is big enough to have a major shopping mall and driving from one side to the other down their wide avenues is a pleasure.

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Garth

Kimberley. It is the smallest and probably the most recently appointed game park. Concentration is on endangered species. Sightings are abundant, the landscape is beautiful and easy to navigate with well-surfaced dirt roads. We saw Sable antelope (last seen 60 years ago!) and Roan antelope—never seen before.

The only predator is the Rooikat and African Wildcat. There are no elephant. Interestingly, their buffalo are all TB-free.

After two nights we made our way to Beaufort West. We were scheduled to spend our last night at the Karoo National Park.

However, the Stormers were playing the Sharks in the Currie cup final so once again Trish wove her magic wand and found a stunning guest house in the town for the night—and we found a restaurant with a TV and spent the afternoon amongst ‘ons mense` all dressed up in Province and Sharks’ regalia. The liquor licence was still pending so there are some interesting pictures of `ons mense` supporting our respective teams drinking tea (see above). A fun filled afternoon !

Sunday saw us packing for the final time, wrapping up the trip over breakfast with friends and finally driving back to Cape Town.

Trish was well rested after a stressful year at work and the holiday has given her the incentive to retire.

I am hoping by the end of March 2018. She says—perhaps end June ?

- Garth Richards

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Jill & Dennis Reiche

A GreatGrandbaby

Thanks to

Jacqui Marsden holds her granddaughter, Rosa May, born in London in November to Luke & Kate Marsden. Jacqui is Geka Flegg’s daughter therefore Rosa May is Geka’s first GreatGranddaughter.

you and the many people we know there, we always feel so welcomed when we walk into CCK each year, in spite of the long spells away. We did not get back to church in October before we left as we were away in Botswana for a little while (wonderful as ever to be privileged to be in the bush and see so many animals in the wild) and then just as we were leaving there, Den was very ill with yet another chest infection.

We managed to get back to Cape Town to see the doctor. Luckily Den recovered in time to make the long trip back to New Zealand..

Since getting back we have been quite busy. We had house-sitters so had to clear our bedroom and bathroom to give them space for the two months. As a result we not only had our cases to unpack but had to move back into our rooms! All done now and back into routine. With Spring and house-sitters here, who were keen gardeners, the garden was a picture and such a welcoming sight— made me a little less unhappy about leaving Cape Town and our family there!

With love to you and the Eight O’ Clock family.

- Jill

A Grandbaby

David Dumisani [Praise the Lord] Taylor, son of Paul and Bern and Grandson to Sue and Rob Taylor.

Photograph (R) shows Paul and Sue shortly after Sue arrived to visit the first Grandbaby.

David (L) - a baby ‘thinker’ [note the hand under the chin] and a leftie at that ?

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And the Sun Stood Still [This is a scripture that I have always had difficulty believing, as a physicist, and then I came across this interpretation. I think it is worth publishing. ]

Researchers from Cambridge University have reportedly pinpointed the oldest solar eclipse ever recorded, dating back to 30 October 1207 B.C., which is also mentioned in the Bible in the book of Joshua.

‘Using a combination of the biblical text and an ancient Egyptian text, the researchers were then able to refine the dates of the Egyptian pharaohs, in particular the dates of the reign of Ramesses the Great,’ the University of Cambridge said on Monday, adding that the results have been published in the Royal Astronomical Society journal Astronomy & Geophysics.

Professor Sir Colin Humphreys from the University of Cambridge's Department of Materials Science & Metallurgy, said that the Bible offers strong clues relating to the astronomical event in question.

The book of Joshua chronicles the Israeli leader taking the people of Israel into Canaan, a region of the ancient Near East, in which he prayed and saw the sun stand still in the midst of battle.

Joshua 10:13 reads: ‘And the sun stood still, and the moon stayed, until the nation had avenged themselves of their enemies. Is not this written in the book of Jashar? And the sun stayed in the midst of Heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day.’

Humphreys, who is also a Fellow of Selwyn College, pointed out that the King James Bible translation of 1611 interprets the text to mean that the sun and moon stopped moving.

‘But going back to the original Hebrew text, we determined that an alternative meaning could be that the sun and moon just stopped doing what they normally do: they stopped shining,’ he explained.

‘In this context, the Hebrew words could be referring to a solar eclipse, when the moon passes between the earth and the sun, and the sun appears to stop shining. This interpretation is supported by the fact that the Hebrew word translated 'stand still' has the same root as a Babylonian word used in ancient astronomical texts to describe eclipses.’

The Cambridge article points out that earlier historians have used the biblical text alongside Egyptian text dating from the reign of the Pharaoh Merneptah, which presents evidence that the Israelites were in Canaan between 1500 and 1050 BC, to try and date the possible eclipse.

The historians were unsuccessful, however, as they had been looking only for total eclipses.

‘What the earlier historians failed to consider was that it was instead an annular eclipse, in which the moon passes directly in front of the sun, but is too far away to cover the disc completely, leading to the characteristic 'ring of fire' appearance. In the ancient world, the same word was used for both total and annular eclipses,’ it explains.

Humphreys said that researchers have since developed a new eclipse code, which takes into account variations in the Earth's rotation over time.

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‘From their calculations, they determined that the only annular eclipse visible from Canaan between 1500 and 1050 BC was on 30 October 1207 BC, in the afternoon,’ the article continued.

‘If their arguments are accepted, it would not only be the oldest solar eclipse yet recorded, it would also enable researchers to date the reigns of Rameses the Great and his son Merneptah to within a year.’

Besides the date of the oldest eclipse recorded, the new calculations could also lead researchers to date the reigns of pharaohs more precisely.

An Israeli research team suggested back in January a scientific explanation for the biblical episode in 1207 B.C. involving Joshua and the sun standing still.

Hezi Yitzchak, Daniel Weistaub, and Uzi Avneer of Ben Gurion University in Israel's Negev addressed previous challenges when it comes to aligning the solar eclipse and the biblical account, given the fact that during an eclipse, the sun disappears, rather than visibly lingering in the sky.

The researchers turned to Hebrew etymology to resolve the contradiction, however, and pointed out that the word ‘dom’, translated as ‘stand still’ in the passage, actually means to ‘become dark’, which would fit right in with the characteristics of an eclipse.

- Peter Broster

Exercise for People Over 60 !

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side.

With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax.

Each day you’ll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer.

After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb bags. Then try 50-lb bags and eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute, (I’m at this level.)

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

- Origin unknown, sent in by Denise Wibberley

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Candice Daniels, daughter of Desiree Daniels (L), married Leighlind Daniels at Christ Church a few weeks ago.

Above: Proud Mom, Desiree.

Advent Advent is a season for waking up to all the ways Christ comes to us. Yes, the themes of Advent help us celebrate and commemorate His FIRST coming in the Incarnation.

They encourage us to anticipate His SECOND coming in glory—of course!

But there is also such a thing as the THIRD coming of Christ: that is, all the ways in which Jesus comes to us now, bringing light for our darkness, peace for our turmoil, hope for our despair.

- Ruth Haley Barton December 2017 Eight O’Clock News

‘God comes to us like the sun in the morning—when it is time.’

—Carlo Carretto, The God Who Comes

Psalm 23 and a Half My Comfort Zone Don’t keep telling me to leave my comfort zone!

I like my comfort zone. I love it. I long for it.

I like still waters.

I like green pastures.

I like an easy yoke.

They have been promised to me, haven’t they?

So why should I leave my comfort zone?

Why must I be driven out by your cliché?

But now You make me think: Do comfort zones exist?

Life IS uncomfortable.

Comfort? There is no comfort !

No white boat rocking gently on the blue Caribbean.

The hurricane will get you.

In my comfort zone the time will come when still waters will churn green pastures will turn trees will lose their shade as Jesus shepherds me into a new comfort zone.

From my comfort zone I will see churning waters turning grass denuded trees and Jesus will shepherd me into those dis-comfort zones to bring His comfort zone created in me.

The valley of the shadow of death is a comfort zone. The crumbling, stony cliff track is the right path, my comfort zone.

I see His rod and His staff. I am comforted, comfortable, comforting.

Did You perhaps mean to tell me to move out of my lazy zone? my dead zone?

Thank You for driving me out of my comfort zone into the words of this pseudo-psalm.

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The Tower of the Flock There are some interesting points about the birth of Jesus: The

stable He was born in is actually prophesied about in Micah 4:8: And you, O tower of the flock, The stronghold of the daughter of Zion, To you shall it come, Even the former dominion shall come, ...

What is this 'Tower of the flock’ spoken of? It is a structure where the shepherd would assist the birthing process of his sheep. It was also a watchtower that he would use to guard his sheep. The one referred to here was in Bethlehem where Jacob buried Rachel (Genesis 35:19-21).

These particular shepherds were watching over the flock of lambs that were going to be sacrificed at the upcoming Passover feast.

They were to be carefully guarded, as only the lambs that were unblemished would be accepted by the priests.

During lambing season the sheep were brought to the tower from the fields, as the lower level functioned as the birthing room for the sacrificial lambs. When the lambs were born the shepherd would place them in a hewn stone hollow called a manger and their limbs would be wrapped in strips of cloth to prevent them from thrashing about and harming themselves until they had calmed down. This prevented creating blemishes that would render them unacceptable. These strips of cloth are called 'swaddling clothes!'

The lamb to be sacrificed was killed at the ninth hour.

Matthew 27:46-50: And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, ‘Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?’ that is to say, ‘My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?’ ... Jesus, when He had cried again with a loud voice, yielded up the ghost. [KJV].

- Derek Oliver, Christian Newsletter, Issue #57 Used with permission

Seung Young & Joy Jung SY is leaving this Sunday

(10/12) with daughter Pearl and his homestay boy to return to South Korea. He will be back on 25/12 with wife, Joy (L) after a short tour around Japan. They will be accompanied to CT by two homestay sisters.

Joy has recently retired and is at last able to join SY in his mission work among the children of Vrygrond. Welcome Joy !

The February issue will hopefully carry a full article and photographs of the Christmas festivities at Vrygrond..

The angel answered, ‘The Holy Spirit will come on

you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. So the holy one to be born will be called the Son - Tony Westwood of God. ... For no word from God will ever fail.’

Composed during 3rd week of Prophetic imagination ‘I am the Lord’s servant,’ Mary answered. ‘May your word to me be fulfilled.’ Then the angel left her.

Luke 1: 35-38 Editorial Team Tel/e-mail

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