Showing posts with label #HELDERBERGMOUNTAIN. Show all posts
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Tuesday, January 31, 2023

Grace vs. False Accuser

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Galatians 6:1 Good News Translation

My friends, if someone is caught in any kind of wrongdoing, those of you who are spiritual should set him right; but you must do it in a gentle way. And keep an eye on yourselves, so that you will not be tempted, too.

 

We arrived at Helderberg College near the end of January, 1976. I had been hired to teach math and computer science there. Folks there warmly welcomed us, and we moved into a house on campus. We appreciated coming from a Michigan winter into full blown summer with temperatures reaching over 100º (40º C).

We took our oldest child, Esther, down to Helderberg Primary School and registered her and got her a uniform to wear. She seemed to enjoy going to school and making friends there.

A week or so later we got a call from Children Services. They told us that they knew that we had a child of school age and that we were subject to a fine for keeping her out of school. I was stunned. Someone was after our blood. After informing them that Esther was indeed in school, they calmed down, and we never heard any more about it. I’m sure they checked in with her school and found out that what I told them was correct.

We could stand on our front porch and view the beautiful, blue False Bay forming a grand panorama in front of us; framed by Table Mountain and the Cape peninsula on our right and the Hottentots Holland Mountains reaching out into the Indian Ocean on our left. Behind us towered Helderberg Mountain on whose slopes our home was built.[2]



This was the beginning of our tenure at Helderberg. A string of little things made what should have been a wonderful time in what is truly one of the most beautiful sites in the world, the winter of our existence.

Many of the Christians there believed in a judgmental Christ. They drove themselves nearly to death trying to keep all the biblical law in order that they might somehow earn their way into heaven. It is a discouraging life and often makes the practitioners very critical of everyone else.

The book of Galatians in the Bible contains Paul’s scolding of those who try to live by the law. He emphasizes that we are saved by grace through believing in Jesus Christ. In chapter 3, Paul calls the Galatians foolish for trying to earn their way into heaven. Many of those trying to earn heaven become critical believers. They even refuse to accept Galatians as an inspired part of the Bible; therefore, they don’t read it. Some of them warned me about reading the book and told me I should be aware that it would land me in hell for sure.

I encourage you to take your Bible and read Galatians and form your own opinion of it. Try reading it in several different translations just to get the feel of it.

Lord, thank You for giving us salvation through Your Son Jesus Christ. Help us to love all of Your children and treat them gently.

 



[2]  The Hottentot Holland Mountains stretch from the left edge of the picture all the way across the center of the picture until they plunge into the ocean on the right. About a third of the way across the picture is a tiny spur with round rocks pointing upwards: this spur is Helderberg Mountain. Our home was on the right most slope of this mountain,

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

You Will Trample Snakes

























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Psalm 91:13 
Good News Translation (GNT)
13 You will trample down lions and snakes,
    fierce lions and poisonous snakes.

On a pleasant Saturday afternoon in the late 1970s I took the family walking on the slopes of Helderberg Mountain. We were on a logging road with a tall bank on one side and a steep downhill slope on the other. I was curious about what was on the bank, so I ran and jumped and hooked both hands on the top. Then I pulled myself up until my head came up level with the top.

There, staring me straight in the face no more than six inches from my nose was the face of a puff adder. It was looking me straight in the eye, and its tongue was frantically flicking in and out. This puff adder was fully grown, maybe three feet long and as big around as my wrist. Its bright yellow color showed it had recently shed its old skin. Puff adders can strike from any position without coiling first and have the reputation that a person or animal, once bitten, dies very quickly.

Deciding instantaneously that I had seen enough, I pushed myself back away from the bank and dropped onto the logging trail below. Although they strike extremely rapidly, they are otherwise somewhat slow and methodical. So we walked away from the spot and enjoyed the rest of our outing.

That evening we invited a bunch of science and math students to our home where we made popcorn and homemade ice cream with a hand cranked White Mountain freezer. This was a favorite Saturday night entertainment, and many students came and brought their current romantic interests. While we were talking and playing games, I mentioned my close encounter to the group. Some of them got very excited. One of them used to catch puff adders and turn them in to a place where they were milked for venom to make anti-venom serum.

The next afternoon about four or five students came to our house and then hiked up to where I had found the puff adder. One of them carried a forked stick, and another brought a hessian sack to put the snake into. We climbed the bank at a different place and then crept up on the snake. It was still lying in the same spot soaking up the sunshine. One of the boys pinned the snake down behind its head with the forked stick. Then another brought the sack up. I took one side of the sack opening while he held the other, and we brought it up to the head of the snake.

Being more careless than I should have been, I allowed my hand to get close enough to the snake’s head so that it struck at my hand even though it was still pinned down by the forked stick. I felt the edge of its mouth strike the end of my thumb. Fortunately my thumb was not quite close enough for a fang to pierce my skin. Needless to say, my thumb did not remain there for a second attack. The students and I quickly got the snake into the sack, and we hiked back home.

Thank you, Lord, for being ready to rescue me even when I’m being careless with a death dealing snake!



[i] https://www.pinterest.cl/pin/353251164519422743/?lp=true
[ii] http://itsnature.org/ground/reptiles-land/puff-adder/