Working Replica of Noah’s Ark Opened In SCHAGEN, Netherlands. The massive central door in the side of Noah’s Ark was opened the first crowd of curious townsfolk to behold the wonder. Of course, it’s only a replica of the biblical Ark, built by Dutch Creationist Johan Huibers as a testament to […]
(ABOVE GILDED CHARIOT WHEEL – Mute witness to the miracle of the crossing of the Red Sea by the Hebrews 3,500 years ago. Found with metal detector. *Coral will not grow on gold) Confirmation of the actual Exodus route has come from divers finding coral-encrusted bones and chariot remains in
This place in Uzbekistan is called by locals “The Door to Hell”. It is situated near the small town of Darvaz. The story of this place started 35 years ago when geologists were drilling for gas. Suddenly during the drilling they found an underground cavern, which caved in. This was
About 17 years ago I divorced my wife. It was an acrimonious, heart-breaking divorce (in the real world, aren’t they all?) made worse by the fact that our two little children, still at primary school, were thoroughly perplexed and hurt by the bizarre antics of their lunatic parents. My ex took the furniture, the children, the newly paid-for car and a good chunk of the modest proceeds of the sale of our house. But I mustn’t exaggerate – she left behind a single bed, a cheap radio, a second-hand bicycle and the dog.
Aching loneliness
I lay in bed nights often crying bitter tears about my wounded, sad children, wondering if they were going to be taken to Johannesburg along with their mother and her (then) skulking, married lover. I was nursing deep anger, which for many long months threatened to spill over into melodramatic and uncivilised acts of retribution against the adulterous pair. To this day, I regret not succumbing to at least one manly, honest impulse of anger. A smashed car windscreen, for example, would’ve made me feel a lot better, and that’s the simple truth of it. I hung on grimly to sanity and purpose. After work, walking home in the rain on a dark winter’s night, back to a large gloomy, empty, childless house was misery itself. Loneliness is like an aching cancer of the soul.
With at least one in three or more marriages in South Africa ending in divorce – most of them involving the wrecked lives of children – men are, as never before, facing the brutal challenge of rebuilding their lives and somehow staying connected to their children. Few get it right.
Ongoing loss
The devastation that a man feels when he loses his wife and children after divorce is convulsed outwards in a silent scream that society seldom seems to notice. Often society doesn’t want to hear it and men themselves are not equipped to articulate their agony and sense of ongoing loss and failure, much less deal with it. Most divorced men feel that everything is against them – their ex-wives, the legal system, society itself. Unfortunately, this perception is often rooted in reality. Even now, in this modern age, men are summarily ordered into the role of an absent guardian parent who is only given permission to see his children every second weekend, while his ex-wife almost routinely gets custody of the children and expects regular payment for the maintenance of his children in someone else’s home. A home that is often led by a rival male.
PRETORIA. – Mnr. Angus Buchan, Greytownse evangelis, wil voorbereidings tref om volgende jaar 200 000 mans met die Mighty Men-konferensie te ontvang. Buchan, wat gister hier was ter voorbereiding van Saterdag se massabyeenkoms op Loftus Vers-feld, het op ’n byeenkoms van die Nasionale Persklub gesê hy wou nie nog ’n
Jesus mentions a sin that is unforgivable in Matt. 12:31-32 and calls it blasphemy of the Holy Spirit. But what exactly is this unforgivable sin? For that, we need to look at the context. Matt. 12:22-32 says, “Then there was brought to Him a demon-possessed man who was blind and
One issue that is often raised against Christianity is Noah’s Ark and the Flood. Did it really happen? Did the flood really cover the whole world? Is there enough water on earth to cover all the land? Could the ark really hold two of every kind of animal in the
One evening a railway missionary was preaching outside the bar of a large city station. A group of drunken men cursed and jeered at him. As the whistle sounded for the train’s departure, he leaned out of the window for a few final words. One of the men, his face livid with fury, came right up to him, stuck his face inches away from that of God’s servant and spat in his eye. A deadly silence descended upon the group. The train began to move. Wiping the spittle from his cheek with his handkerchief, the missionary smiled, stretched forth his hand towards the man, and said clearly, yet gently:“The Lord bless you, my brother!” The watching men stood in stunned silence, their mouths agape as the train departed.
Towards midnight the train stopped at another large city station. God’s servant was awakened by someone calling loudly for the missionary. Standing forlornly on the platform was the man who had spat in his face. Still in his pyjamas, the missionary stepped onto the platform to join him.
“I took an express train to catch up to you,” gasped the man. “When you reached out your hand to bless me, it was as if an electric current flowed from you to me. I want to know your Jesus.”
Jesus said, “But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies. Do good to those who hate you. Bless those who curse you. Pray for those who ill-treat you. Love your enemies. Do good to them and lend to them without expecting anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, because He is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.”Luke 6:27, 35-36.
Going the extra mile
This is perhaps the most ignored of Jesus’ teachings, yet also one of the most powerful and profound. This instruction to bless our enemies flies in the face of every survival instinct – every law of self-preservation. We recoil from the thought, particularly when raw and hurting from some vicious attack on ourselves or our loved ones. Instead of blessing, we want to bring down the curses of God upon our enemies. We long to see them destroyed.
Washington – The US military is investigating a Marine accused of promoting Christianity in Iraq by giving items to civilians in Falluja with a Bible verse on them, US officials said on Thursday. “They have initiated an investigation into that and there is some evidence of an individual that was
In our country men, women and children are
being abused daily. As the Body of Christ we cannot keep quiet any longer.
Jesus, the Head of the Church, has mandated us to look after the helpless.
Andra Dickerson Murphy never told her church
family about her abusive home life. But week after week the 18 year old mother
of two sat in the pew with black eyes and bruises. “No one would ask me
about the bruises. So I kept quiet and obeyed my husband, as a good Christian
wife is supposed to do.”
Today her scars are
impossible to ignore. As the hands and feet of God, it is our responsibility to
address this issue within our churches and in the society around us. According
to Nancy Nason-Clark, a sociology professor who has spent 15 years studying
domestic violence within Christian families, “Most pastors who have not
been sought out by a domestic abuse victim have never spoken against it from
the pulpit or in premarital counselling. They have never made it clear that
they are approachable and willing to help in this area.”
Why is this?
Generally it’s because ministers and church members don’t know how to deal with
domestic violence and the victims in their congregation. One has to hope that
the apathy is not because they don’t want to help. The problem is, God calls us
each into account for our actions and He will, on Judgement day, ask us why we
didn’t personally help the helpless and speak for those who cannot speak for
themselves. It is our prayer that this article will challenge and motivate you
to help these victims with practical information.
I had been beaten
up many times. I had broken bones, blue eyes, split lips, grazed flesh, many
visits to the hospital, the police station and the lawyer’s office, suicide
attempts, treatment for depression, incarceration in clinics and jail, and in
the process I had obtained more prescription medication to calm my ravaged
nerves than could be construed as ethical – and still I would go back to my abuser “to try and work things
out.” I had been entrapped in the cycle of domestic violence for nearly
three decades. When I realise how close I came to death on several occasions,
it is clear to me that denial would have been the actual killer.