Sunday, December 18, 2016

Aan my beste vriendin.

Ek het jou in 'n drankwinkel ontmoet. Kan mens dit oorvertel? Dit was 'n Saterdagmiddag en Joe stuur my om te gaan Becks koop. Nou sien 'n drankwinkel is nie die plek waar ek in wil raakgeloop word nie. Glad nie. Dit laat my wonder of ek skynheilig is want dis nie 'n sonde om te drink nie maar wel om getrek te raak ja. In elk geval, ek vermy maar die drankwinkel. Maar dis hier waar ek jou ontmoet het. 

Sommer daardieselfde middag kom braai julle by ons en ek leer vir jou ken. Annemarie met die groot hart. Jy het my kom leer wat dit is om 'n regte vriendin te wees met jou boodskappies en whatsappies en altyd uitbundig lag. 

En nou is jy weg. Ek mis jou Annemarietjie. Frans kwyn weg sonder jou.

Ek weet nie hoekom Jesus jou so gou en onverwags moes kom haal het nie. 

Ek sal nooit 'n vriendin kan wees vir enige iemand soos jy vir my was nie. Mag dit my altyd bybly en mag ek altyd streef na jou voorbeeld. 

Lief leef lag was jy. Jy het groot geleef, groot gelief en altyd groot gelag. 

Mis jou ontsettend baie.

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Me and the moon.

Emma: "Mamma kan ek 'n foto neem van jou en die maan?" ("Mommy can I take a picture of you and the moon?")

Friday, May 13, 2016

A letter from Magdalene, to her mother. (this could have been my letter...)

My humblest attempt to translate:
Van Magdalena die gereinigde
C.J. Langenhoven

"...It has been three years, four years, five years, Mother - how long is it now? - that I didn't write home. There is nothing to write about except sin and shame. And the thought of home was like judgement. But have I not longed, not longed, not longed through lonely nights, to lay my head on your chest and cry out all of my bitterness. I couldn't trash my feelings as I could my step all over my virtue.

I know all too well what will happen - I know my father and my mother. I know my name never cross your lips; I am worse than the dead. But dear mother of mine, I know also, however you silence this name, Magdalene will always live in your hearts. Who knows, if I was not shunned for my first fall like a leper - I would have carried my cross as I deserved it, I wouldn't have gone from fallen to forsaken. But when there were no love or shelter left for me, I had to make of evil my wages. No, dear mother, I do not mean to reproof. What else could you have done? Your home and your name were clean, from generation to generations before, and I defiled it. And what could others have done? They still had sons and daughter unpolluted.

But after nightlong years, came the awakening, and I write at the first light of dawn. I have the right to write again, because there is no more smut to tell, but beauty. Listen, mother. We heard of the new prophet, Jesus of Nazarene. And a bunch of us, of the circle that glory in our recklessness, men with no conscience, and woman that no longer cared to care, we went out for the fun to follow the crowds to hear Jesus preach. He is always so interesting, we heard; as good as a circus.

When we got to the meeting, we kept to one side and laughed and joked and made comments in our usual extravagance about the rags of the poor and the backyard fashions and the sourpuss faces of the oh so holy Pharisees - because there was not a sort to think of for they all flocked after Jesus.

And when he began to speak, from his first word, we were quiet."

to be continued...

Thursday, April 21, 2016

Oat Crunchies recipe

This recipe is the closest I got to making those crunchies that my mother used to make! It was my brother's favourite!

Preheat oven to 180'C

750ml fine desiccated coconut
4 x 250ml rolled oats
250ml cake flour
375ml sugar
3ml salt
5ml cinnamon
250g butter or margarine (melted)
40ml golden syrup (don't be shy with the syrup!)
10ml bicarbonate of soda
65ml milk

1. Combine all the dry ingredients.
2. Add the syrup to the melted margarine.
3. Add the bicarb of soda to the milk.

Line a baking tray (27cm x 37cm) with baking paper.

Combine all the ingredients and mix well with a wooden spoon. Gently spoon the mixture into the lined baking tray and firmly press down with the back of a desert spoon.

Bake for 15 minutes until golden brown. Remove from oven and cut into squares and bake for 5 more minutes. Let the crunchies slightly cool before removing them from the baking tray. Let them cool completely on a drying rack.

Beautiful childhood memories!

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Ten things I love... things that are definitely made in heaven!

Do you sometimes think, this is so good it must come straight from heaven? Here is my list of the top ten things I love most: (not in any specific order)

#1 Ginger
I love ginger. Fresh, dried, powdered or just a slice in hot tea. When I was little my mother used to buy ginger sweets covered in dark chocolate. No one else in the house liked them. Today I follow in her footsteps! I love fresh ginger in curry,.I love ginger in a vanilla smoothie. I love ginger and cinnamon stove top pudding! Click here for that recipe. And check out this recipe!

#2 Leeks
I love leeks in soup, leeks with chicken, and olive oil fried leeks with a macaroni and cheese!

#3 Coriander (dhania, or also known as cilantro)
Fresh or dried coriander. It is one of those beautiful tastes that must have been made in heaven!
Coriander also has amazing health benefits. It is easy to grow so I always have fresh dhania in my garden.

#4 Cinnamon
Anything with cinnamon will do! Love love love!

#5 Cacao
Hmm... chocolate.

#6 Salt
Were would we be without salt. Salt acts as a preservative and gives taste to life. We are to be salt to this world. Matthew 5:13 "You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to be thrown out and trampled underfoot."

#7 Naartjies
My favourite winter fruit! Now in season.

#8 Chicory
My coffee substitute! Since the season of menopause has arrived in my life, coffee had to go. Unfortunately coffee made all my symptoms of menopause seven times worse. Fact.

#9 Echinacea
A miracle herb! I always have echinacea in my house and I use it for colds and flu and even in powdered form on superficial wounds!

#10 My Bible
Most important of all the things I love. I would be lost without the Word of God to guide me through my days. Psalm 119:105 "Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path."


Sunday, April 17, 2016

Dinge en goeters.

Ek het my vreeslik vervies anderdag.

Ek het maar 'n redelike beperkte woordeskat as dit by gereedskap en karregoed kom. Vra my eerder om apteek toe te gaan vir 'n pil of 'n salfie want dan sal ek weet wat ek soek. Stuur my naaldwerkwinkel toe dan sal ek regkom. In 'n motorhuis sal ek 'n hamer en 'n spyker en 'n tiestrap kan vind, maar moenie vir enige iets anders vra nie. Partykeer vra my man my om vir hom iets te gaan koop of haal, en dan weet ek nie altyd wat dit is wat hy soek nie.

Ek onthou in my verpleeg opleiding moes ons 'n sekere aantal ure in die teater werk. Ek is gehoorgestemd en die één ding wat ek nie kan doen nie, is om 'n stem te hoor agter 'n teater masker. Iewers in my lewe het ek geleer om baie staat te maak op liplees. 'n Teater masker is my ondergang! Menigte male moes ek rondhardloop vir 'n ding wat ek nie seker was hoe hy geklink het nie en beslis nie geweet het hoe hy lyk nie, en dan gooi 'n skropsuster my sommer met die naaste bloedbesmeerde depper as ek met die verkeerde ding daar opdaag.

Dit gebeur gereeld dat ek vir my man iets moet gaan optel of iets moet gaan koop en dan vra ek hom altyd om maar eerder vir my 'n briefie te skryf met presies wat hy nodig het. Dan staan ek darem nie en soek na woorde en verwys na goeters en dinge wat ek glad geen kennis van dra nie. Dan lyk ek darem ook nie soos 'n idioot nie, maar eerder soos die hulpvaardige huisvroutjie. Hmm ja eerder 'n hulpvaardige huisvroutjie as 'n idioot.

Nou die dag was weer een van daardie dae. Ek daag op en sê dat ek nie regtig weet wat dit is wat ek kom haal nie en haal my selfoon uit om na die sms te soek met die regte woorde, en voor ek nog kon sê, kry ek 'n kortaf: "As jy nie weet wat jy soek nie hoe moet ek dan nou weet!" Nie in 'n vriendelike stemtoon nie maar eerder in 'n stemtoon wat my laat voel soos 'n idioot. Daar staan ek toe en probeer hard om my "sorrie!" nie sarkasties te laat klink nie.

Die dinges...

Wel ek weet steeds nie wat die ding se naam is wat ek daar moes gaan optel het nie, maar een ding weet ek: Ek sal nie weer 'n ding gaan soek wat ek nie weet wat dit is wat ek soek nie.

Volgende keer, skryf maar eerder weer vir my 'n briefie Bokka.


Monday, April 11, 2016

When entertainment becomes God...

The church is located in an old dance arena where I used to go to as a young unbeliever. There were bus loads of young people being transported there that night from all over town and college campuses. It gave me the idea of a "mega church" and probably a place where these young people felt very much at home. No need to change your ways, just come as you are, you are loved and excepted. Have a ball, nobody will miss you if you stayed at home because yikes, there are so many people here you can just get lost in it all! Welcome to Hillsong Church.

This past weekend the Colour Conference was organized by the Hillsong Church. Lots of my lady friends at church attended last year and I got two complimentary tickets. Liza couldn't go so I invited my friend and off we went on Friday night. Hooray a night away from home on our own to worship our Lord and what more could we ask for?

I have to say, after the first five minutes I wanted to run away. A young man making suggestive hip movements and hyping up a crowd of woman to do the same on the beat of Michael Jackson was not what I expected. This was going on for 30 minutes or more. Worldly music and woman dancing with their hands in the air worshiping what? Who? Are we not to be transformed renewed in our minds? To not conform to this world?

Romans 12:1 "Therefore, I urge you, brothers and sisters, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God - this is your true and proper worship."

The young man with a big tattoo with the words "Jesus Christ" underneath his upper arm was stirring up young ladies to dance to the beat of satan.

Romans 12:2 "Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then your will be able to test and approve what God's will is - His good, pleasing and perfect will."

Do we have to imitate the world to have a good time? Do we have to taste and smell just like the world? How then will we or they know the difference? How will they see the light? If we look just like them? Did God not call us to be separate? Holy? Pure? Salt and Light?

Matthew 5:48 "Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect."

And moments later, these ladies lifted their hands, a moment ago lifted in praise to the world, now to worship Jesus.

I stayed. I wish I didn't. My friend was disappointed when I said I wasn't going back there on the Saturday. I was so disgusted in how they started this conference. It was really so unnecessary and nauseating it just spoiled everything for me. I didn't take the pastors or the teachings seriously. How can you expect me to?

"When entertainment becomes God, then God has to become entertaining to be worshipped." 


CT Studd - "Christ's call is to capture men from the devil's clutches and snatch them from the very jaws of hell, to enlist and train them for Jesus and make them a mighty army of God. But this can only be accomplished by red-hot, unconventional, unfettered Holy Spirit religion... by reckless sacrifice and heroism in the foremost trenches."

Monday, March 28, 2016

Seder meal 2016!

Ons het hierdie jaar afgewyk van wat ek nou sal noem ons "ou manier" van dinge doen. Hierdie jaar het ons dit "by the book" gedoen! Hierdie boek: Enjoy Abba's Feasts.

Absoluut feestelik was dit. Ek moet sê die vorige jare se Seder etes was maar redelik formeel van aard. Hierdie jaar was dit 'n groot gelag en geraas aan tafel van ramshorings na Moscar toekennings en die wegsteek en flitslig soektogte na broodjies in elke donker hoekie van my huis.

En ons Moscar toekenning! (Moses Oscar!) Vir die beste memorisering van die 10 plae!

En volgens hierdie avontuurlike boek... is daar nog ses Joodse feeste waarvan ons salig onbewus is. Net omdat iets nie in my kultuur agtergrond is nie, beteken nie ek kan dit maar net ignoreer nie. Hierdie kultuur is per slot van rekening ook my erfenis omdat ek ook nou kind en volk van God is...

Paasfees is feestelik, my hart jubel en ek is bly want my Verlosser LEEF en het OPGESTAAN!


Friday, March 4, 2016

Inspirasie vir Paastyd.

Nooi 'n gesin na jou huis, en deel die verhaal van Paasfees met hulle. 

Hou 'n Seder ete. Vir meer inligting hieroor, kan jy my kontak by

Lees die Eksodus verhaal en gebruik saam nagmaal.

Plant jou eie Opstandings tuintjie.

Raak kreatief met die kleingoed.

Maak 'n kruis met twee spykers.

Kliek hier vir hoe om jou eie Seder ete borde te maak!

Hier is die resep vir Opstandingskoekies! En hier is hoe ons dit al gedoen het.

Verkondig die goeie nuus: "Hy het opgestaan"!

Bak jou eie "hot cross buns"!

Sing 'n nuwe lied!

Waarom 'n Seder ete? Ons is mos nie Jode nie sal jy dalk vra...

Daar is net soveel simboliek in die Seder ete! Dit is 'n wonderlike manier om die ware boodskap van
verlossing met ons kinders en vriende te deel.

Die 10 plae van Egipte...

Ek hoop jy kon hier inspirasie vind. Wat gaan jy oor hierdie paastyd doen?
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