<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:40:40.055+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Curare Institute for Christ-Centred Counselling</title><subtitle type='html'>Curare is a Christ-centered biblical counseling and training ministry. Dr. Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto lead this ministry with assistance from other team members. Curare is affiliated with Grace Fellowship International. This ministry is based in South Africa. To contact them, write curare@vodamail.co.za.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-5624495825328783580</id><published>2010-11-16T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:24:39.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;Praise God with us as we thank Him for His goodness. Our daughter Monique&amp;nbsp; gave birth to our 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;grandchild, but first &lt;i&gt;granddaughter&lt;/i&gt; today, &amp;nbsp;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;November, on Hendrik's 67&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;birthday. He is absolutely delighted because he wanted a granddaughter with all his heart. Both mother and daughter are &amp;nbsp;well. Both the brothers, &amp;nbsp;Sebastian and Reuben, are delighted with the arrival of little sister Meke.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; "&gt;Hendrik and Nehlsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-5624495825328783580?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/5624495825328783580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/11/birth-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/5624495825328783580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/5624495825328783580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/11/birth-announcement.html' title='Birth Announcement'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-6167173247371724119</id><published>2010-10-12T19:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T19:55:05.944+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Premarital Counseling</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had a Conference with a black pre-marital couple who  &lt;br&gt;brought along another couple who wants to know more.&lt;p&gt;The young man gave us a short testimony of his life. We could only  &lt;br&gt;praise God for His faithfulness and love. He grew up without his dad.  &lt;br&gt;Since the age of 5 he was in a boarding school with a very strict  &lt;br&gt;disciplinarian as a teacher. When at the age of   7 his mother could  &lt;br&gt;no longer afford to keep him in school this same teacher took him in  &lt;br&gt;as her own and he stayed with her until grade 9. Then he went back  &lt;br&gt;home and did his grade ten from home. He then went on to university  &lt;br&gt;and  got his degree. What is so amazing is his  conduct as future  &lt;br&gt;husband. When you listen to him you would think that he had the most  &lt;br&gt;wonderful father who taught him how to treat his future wife. Which of  &lt;br&gt;course he did have since  he was born again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;During the long weekend he went home to make sure that his extended  &lt;br&gt;family understands that he will not partake in any ancestor worship or  &lt;br&gt;allow it to happen at their traditional wedding. It caused quite an  &lt;br&gt;uproar in the family but he gently stood his ground and said: &amp;quot;You all  &lt;br&gt;know that I am born again and that Jesus is my and my future wife&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;only mediator between us and our heavenly Father.&amp;quot; (See 1 Tim. 2:5.)  &lt;br&gt;He asked them gently to respect his as well as his wife&amp;#39;s wishes. She  &lt;br&gt;then had to go through the same with her extended family. We are so  &lt;br&gt;proud of them and so blessed by the work God has done in their lives.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;We do not always realize  the cost  for our black brothers and sisters  &lt;br&gt;when they become born again and have to say no to a  tradition that is  &lt;br&gt;deeply rooted in their culture and an integral part of their religion.  &lt;br&gt;It can be confusing to distinguish between honoring your parents and  &lt;br&gt;being obedient to God, because the ancestors are seen as mediators  &lt;br&gt;between the people who are still alive here on earth and God. They  &lt;br&gt;have a deep respect for their ancestors and therefore are seen as  &lt;br&gt;rebellious when they do not want to participate in ancestor worship.  &lt;br&gt;Some are even  cast out of the family and many times a curse is spoken  &lt;br&gt;over them for abandoning traditional customs. When they say they are  &lt;br&gt;born again, they truly are and  acts accordingly.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Therefore, Dr Solomon&amp;#39;s line diagram is such a powerful instrument to  &lt;br&gt;illustrate what happens to us when we are born again. We praise God  &lt;br&gt;and thank Him again and again for this ministry. Please pray for us as  &lt;br&gt;we minister to these lovely young people.&lt;p&gt;Love in Christ&lt;br&gt;Hendrik and Nehlsie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-6167173247371724119?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/6167173247371724119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/10/premarital-counseling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/6167173247371724119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/6167173247371724119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/10/premarital-counseling.html' title='Premarital Counseling'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-5695458346784060347</id><published>2010-10-06T15:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:41:40.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays and Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;I have been to my brother's 70th birthday celebration in East London whilst Hendrik stayed home and did all the ministry work!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;We have&amp;nbsp; 7 students who are doing training with us on a one on one basis. (They could not all come at the same time so we organized it in this way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;We&amp;nbsp; will be starting at the&amp;nbsp; Bethel Bible College this month as soon as&amp;nbsp; the director is back from holiday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;Late in October we are going to Oudtshoorn to train a pastor and his wife and two church members because they want to start the Cross teaching &amp;nbsp;in their church. It is a young pastor, 32 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;Next year we will be going to Schweizer Reineke where one of our&amp;nbsp; co-workers, Amanda Nieuwoudt, is busy training&amp;nbsp; a number of students. During that time we will also&amp;nbsp; touch base with Hannetjie Myburg and her group of students.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;We are doing pre-marital counseling with a precious&amp;nbsp; young black couple. What a privilege and what a blessing!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;I had a wonderful experience&amp;nbsp; with my [relative] at the family celebration. (He has been suffering from depression and has recently been admitted to hospital again.)&amp;nbsp;We have been trying to bring him the message over the phone and in letters many times. However this time was God's timing. He asked me if he could be free from the pill because deep in his heart he believes there is another way, but it seems that not one of his&amp;nbsp; psychiatrists or psychologists can give him the answer. He asked me if I can give him the answer.&amp;nbsp;He is saved. It did not take us long to bring him to the cross and he made the exchange. He is so excited. He is now looking forward to go back to work and make a difference there in other people's lives. God is great!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;God's work is going on in small ways and the effect is great! We thank our praying friends for their intercession.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;- Nehlsie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: 0cm; margin-left: 0cm; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; margin-top: 0cm; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; color: black; "&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-5695458346784060347?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/5695458346784060347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays-and-blessings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/5695458346784060347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/5695458346784060347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthdays-and-blessings.html' title='Birthdays and Blessings'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-2701060977711344669</id><published>2010-02-27T20:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:15:07.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>140 Taking Course</title><content type='html'>We praise God for His work in South Africa and that we can be  &lt;br&gt;honoured to be part of His  work .&lt;p&gt;Things are going so well  with  Johan Els&amp;#39;s group. There are 140  &lt;br&gt;people doing the course. On Sundays Johan or  Dirk, the co-pastor,  &lt;br&gt;brings a message related to the topic  we have covered during the  &lt;br&gt;sessions of the past  week. Johan also  develops a  guideline for  &lt;br&gt;discussion in the cell groups. In this way he makes sure that those  &lt;br&gt;who do not attend the course are also exposed to the content of what  &lt;br&gt;the rest of the church is learning at the Conference Training.&lt;p&gt;The  pastors and their wives are living the Cross message and are  &lt;br&gt;inspiring the congregation to do likewise.  The past weekend I spent  &lt;br&gt;time with Black Pastors&amp;#39; wives in Pretoria. It was a feast!!! I was  &lt;br&gt;blessed to find that through Isaac and Rachel&amp;#39;s influence these ladies  &lt;br&gt;have come to the Cross, accepted their true identity in Christ, and  &lt;br&gt;have moved on to be with Christ in the heavenlies above all power,  &lt;br&gt;principalities, and names. I have hope for South Africa with young  &lt;br&gt;women like that.&lt;p&gt;To say the truth I am thankful to be part of this plan of God. We will  &lt;br&gt;be going to the North Province in April where Hannetjie Myburg has  &lt;br&gt;started a satellite center for Exchanged Life Training. She has  &lt;br&gt;trained 10 women, and we will be going to do the last  section of  &lt;br&gt;practical training.  We rejoice that God is building His Church and  &lt;br&gt;that we can be these tiny little  wheels in His big network. Thank you  &lt;br&gt;for guiding us and leading us and equipping us.&lt;p&gt;May God always surround everyone of us with His wall of favour.&lt;p&gt;Love in Christ,&lt;br&gt;  Hendrik and Nehlsie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-2701060977711344669?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/2701060977711344669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/02/140-taking-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2701060977711344669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2701060977711344669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/02/140-taking-course.html' title='140 Taking Course'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-6825451382639988637</id><published>2010-02-02T20:24:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:24:31.687+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry in Bellville West</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Jan. 26, 2010 &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;Dear friends, &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;We are well. Busy just now training a young lady from Polokwane, which is right up north (previously Pietersburg).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;On Sunday we start with the 40 days of Exchanged Life in the Dutch Reformed Church in Bellville West. Piet du Toit will have a week of teaching in the evenings. Thereafter we will have seven weeks each Thursday night. After that, we will be training the counselors for the &amp;nbsp;Soccer event. And, hopefully, after that Helette will betraining the youth leaders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;We will also continue &amp;nbsp;with those who want to be trained as counselors. Johan, the pastor, says that this is not just another course which they will tick off with "DONE"! and then run off to the next one. This is going to be a life style in their church. From here on they will have regular Exchange Life Conferences in their church. He is now focusing on his church board, the elders and deacons, and cell leaders.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;This &amp;nbsp;event is a dream come true and an answer to prayer. May his church be the first of many. We are blessed and we are so secure in God's provision.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Love in Christ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Calibri, sans-serif" size="4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hendrik and Nehlsie &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-6825451382639988637?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/6825451382639988637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/02/ministry-in-bellville-west.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/6825451382639988637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/6825451382639988637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2010/02/ministry-in-bellville-west.html' title='Ministry in Bellville West'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-2273761522835311570</id><published>2009-10-23T08:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:42:08.795+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since discovering my identity in Christ, I am on a constant discovery journey--discovering more and more  Who is He that lives in me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;John 13:1-4: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now before the Passover Feast began Jesus KNEW ( was fully aware) that the time had come for Him to leave this world and return to the Father.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus KNOWING ( fully aware) that the Father had put everything into His hands, and that He had come from God and was returning to God got up from supper, took off His garments and taking a servant’s towel, He fastened it around His waist then He poured water into the basin and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the servant’s towel with which He was girded.&lt;/i&gt; ( Amplified Bible. Capital letters and bold mine)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O, what a change this brought into my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The disciples had an identity crisis. "Who is the most important among  them?” was their question. Jesus answered their question with action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To me He demonstrated what  identity really is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He KNEW three things:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Where He came from.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 What He received from His Father.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Where He was going to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do I know where I come from&lt;/b&gt; ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O Lord , how have you revealed to me through the years  how I was born in Adam. I know  because of where I came from and what I have received; I was  dead, I was in enmity with God, I was blind, full of unrighteousness, alienated from God, hard of heart, proud. And I know I was going to hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, my Father, you called me: “ Where are you?!” and you delivered me out of this darkness and brought me into the Kingdom of the Son of your love (Colossians 1:13)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I know  I am your daughter, I come from You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I know what I have received.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have received ALL spiritual blessings in Christ(Romans  8:31, Ephesians 1: 3). What was given my Lord of which I have received also? According to the beginning passage, I was given His humility, His knowledge of His identity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O, how do I need your humility, Lord. How do I need for your humility to be worked out in my soul!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now my Father, I know it is time for me to stand up from the meal I have been enjoying with my brothers and sisters; the place I was comfortable, safe, accepted, nourished. I must get up and take off that which covers me and stand naked before You. Then you will clothe me  the cloth of humility, willingness to be who You ask me to be in order that Your love and grace can be seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Father I do not even want to begin to try in my own wisdom and understanding to fathom what it means. Jesus Christ lives in me and He will serve. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am willing, because I know who I am, what I have received, &lt;b&gt;and where I am going to&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;therefore&lt;/i&gt; I will take this servant’s towel and wipe the feet of those whom You have send across my path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-2273761522835311570?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/2273761522835311570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-am-i_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2273761522835311570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2273761522835311570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-am-i_23.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-4497082933590896161</id><published>2009-09-25T09:38:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:06:46.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I am His</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I am His&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; God, my Father, started my year with the message: You are Mine.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Since we started our walk with God many many years ago at Oyster Bay my song, taken from Song of Songs,  I sang to the Lord went like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;He is mine, and I am His ( 2:16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I am His, and He is mine ( 6:3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I am His, and His desire is towards me ( 8:10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;This year my Beloved overwhelms me with message upon message  delivered to me in one week.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;First in Hannah Whitall Smith's book, &lt;u&gt;The Christian's Secret to a Happy Life&lt;/u&gt;. The chapter deals with total commitment. Just one single sentence brought a world of joy leaping in my heart. She says  we need to  look at the sacrifices of the Old  Testament to understand our consecration to God. The animal which is sacrificed is not holy; can never be holy. As soon as it is placed on  the altar, it is holy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; consecrated to God; placed aside for Him; His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I t is the same  when we are placed in Christ. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;  is the altar. &lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; consecrates me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;puts me aside for God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Since I was saved, I was consumed with sanctification; did I &lt;u&gt;strive&lt;/u&gt; to be sanctified: do, do, do, do, ad infinitum! When we came to the Cross, however, it dawned on me that I &lt;u&gt;am&lt;/u&gt; a new creation, totally new. Already sanctified. Yet, the striving seemed to remain to a certain degree.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;But now it is written on my heart: I am His! Consecrated to be His; only His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;But my Beloved was not finished yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;The Holy Spirit lead me to read an article in a Christian magazine, Prepare the Way: &lt;i&gt;I am My Beloved's and He is Mine &lt;/i&gt;by George M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;ller. His Scripture verse is Song of Songs 4:12-16. Verse  4 says: "&lt;i&gt;A garden enclosed  and barred is my sister, my [promised ] bride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;―&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; a spring shut up, a fountain sealed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;( Amplified Bible)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;When a garden is enclosed, there is not only a  wall around it, but there is also a gate which is locked (the Hebrew word means &lt;i&gt;barred&lt;/i&gt;). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;In other words, this garden is there only for the pleasure of the owner.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt; will decide who shall enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; will decide who shall enjoy His fruit,  flowers,  herbs and spices. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Not even I myself can decide who, when, and how. Only He will determine that, because I am His.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;What a relief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I no longer worry about "outreach," "touching someone's heart," "serving," "love," "minister to," "being a witness."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;My job is to remain in Him, and allow Him to cultivate, nurture, tend , and ENJOY His garden.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;The rest is His prerogative. Blissful  surrender!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;With the message of the closed, barred garden, the spring shut up, a fountain sealed, He puts an exclamation mark after the message He wants to bring home: "You are Mine! You are Mine alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;The living waters are His to let gush forth as He pleases.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;But the Closed fountain is also not a public place any more for people and wild animals to come trample underfoot what belongs to Him (Ez 34:18;32:13) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; If I allow what people says about me, be it I thoughts,  action or words, to affect me,  I am allowing them to come past the Gate (or over the wall) to come and pollute His water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;All these are just a commotion outside the gate. The water cannot be polluted again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; The third reenforcement of my message from my Beloved was from a book by  Henry Nowen, &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reaching Out&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;For a long time I thought it was lost, but suddenly in these days I found it, and my Beloved talked to me again!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Through a very bad accident in which he was seriously injured, Henry came to the understanding of a God with unending love. From out of this place he could live and be the person God ordained him to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;"The great spiritual task facing me is to so fully trust that I belong to God that I can be free in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; free to speak even when my words are not received; free to act even when my actions are criticized, ridiculed or considered useless; free also to receive love from people, and to be grateful for all the signs of God's presence in the world. I am convinced that I will truly be able to love the world when I  fully believe that I am loved beyond its boundaries.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I understand now that 'making known' is not primarily a question of words, arguments, language and methods. What is at stake here is a way of being in the truth that tries less to persuade, than to demonstrate. It is the way of witness."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;And now the Spirit is busy teaching me. It is one thing to receive these things. Now the Spirit is working these things into my heart whilst the  commotion is still going on outside the gate. Torrents of messages from the enemy saying:"You are a failure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;But clear above the noise I hear : "You are Mine!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Ek is Syne&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Hierdie jaar het Vader my jaar begin met die boodskap: Jy is Myne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Van Oesterbaai af al sing ek my lied: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Hy is myne, en ek is Syne( Hooglied 2:16)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Ek is Syne en Hy is myne( Hooglied 6:3)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Ek is Syne en Sy begeerte is na my.(8:10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Hierdie jaar oorval my Geliefde my met boodskap op boodskap wat binne een week aan my afgelewer word.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Eers is daar in Hannah Whitall Smith se boekie, &lt;u&gt;The Christian's Secret to Happiness.D&lt;/u&gt;ie hoofstuk handel met totale oorgawe. Net een sinnetjie het 'n hele w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;reld van vreugde  vir my laat oopgaan. Sy s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; ons moet na die offerhandes van die Ou Testament  kyk om ons toegewydheid ("consecration") aan God te verstaan Die dier wat geoffer word is nie heilig nie; kan nooit heilig wees nie. Sodra dit op die altaar geplaas word, is  dit heilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; toegewy aan God; eenkant gesit vir Hom, Syne. Net so is dit wanneer ons in Christus geplaas is. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ý&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; is die altaar. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ý&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; heilig my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; sit my eenkant vir God.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Van  ek "gered" is STREEF ek na heiligmaking: doen, doen,nie-doen-nie,doen, ad in finitum! Nadatt ons by die Kruis uitgekom het, het dit tot my begrip deurgedring dat ek totaal en al 'n nuwe skepsel IS. Klaar heilg. Tog het die strewe tot 'n mate gebly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Maar n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;u is dit op my hart geskryf.Ek is Syne, afgesonder vir Hom alleen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Maar my Geliefde  is nog nie klaar nie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Die Heilige Gees laat my weer 'n artikel lees in Prepare the way: I am my Beloved's and He is mine. Die skrywer is M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;ller. Hy gebruik Hooglied 4:12-16:&lt;i&gt;My beminde is 'n geslote tuin, 'n bron wat afgekamp is, 'n geslote fontein ( &lt;/i&gt;My eie  vertaling deur kombinasies van verskillende vertalings)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Wanneer 'n tuin gesluit is, is daar nie alleen 'n muur om nie, maar die hek is gegrendel( Hebreeus).Hierdie tuin is m.a.w net daar vir die Eienaar. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ý&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; sal besluit wie kan van Sy vrugte, blomme, en kruie geniet. Niemand, nie eers ek self, kan bepaal hoe,wie,waar en wanneer nie. Net Hy sal dit bepaal, want ek is Syne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Wat 'n verligting. Ek bekommer my nie meer oor"uitreik","liefh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;, "bedien", "getuie wees" nie. My werk is om &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;n Hom te bly en Hom toe telaat om Sy tuin te bewerk en te GENIET. Die res sal Hy doen. Salige oorgawe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Met die beeld van geslote bron en verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ë&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;lde fontein plaas Hy uitroeptekens agter die boodskap wat Hy wil tuis bring: JY IS Myne!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Book Antiqua&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; lewende water is Syne om te laat stroom soos Hy wil en wanneer Hy wil. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Maar ook is die fontein nie meer 'n openbare plek vir mense en wilde diere om te kom vertrap en bemodder nie ( Ez 34:18;32:13)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;As ek toelaat dat d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;t wat mense oor my s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;ê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; , hetsy deur  hulle gedagtes oor my, hulle uitsprake oor my, of hoe hulle my behandel, laat ek toe dat hulle by die Hek verbykom en die water kom besoedel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Alles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;wat gebeur is 'n gedoente buite die hek. Die water kan nie meer besoedel word nie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Lankal al soek ek na my boekie deur Henry Nouwen,&lt;u&gt;Reaching Out&lt;/u&gt;, in my boekrakkie. Skielik kry ek hom en my Geliefde &lt;b&gt;praat &lt;/b&gt;met my.&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;Deur 'n ernstige ongeluk kom Nouwen tot 'n besef van God se oneindige liefde. Dit is nie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;l nie. Hy kom tot die besef van die plek vanw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;áá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;r hy moet leef. Vanuit hierdie plek kan hy leef en die persoon wees wat God hom bestem het om te wees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;The great spiritual task facing me is to so fully trust that I belong to God that I can be free in the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"  style="Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt; free to speak even when my words are not received; free to act even when my actions are criticized, ridiculed or considered useless; free also to receive love from people, and to be grateful for all the signs of God's presence in the world. I am convinced that I will truly be able to love the world when I  fully believe that I am loved beyond its boundaries.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;I understand now that "making known" is not primarily a question of words, arguments, language and methods. What is at stake here is a way of being in the truth that tries less to persuade, than to demonstrate. It is the way of witness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;En nou is Die Gees besig om my te leer . Dit is een ding om hierdie dinge te ontvang. Nou werk die Gees dit in my hart in deur ervaring heen te midde van woelinge buite die hek, stortvloede van boodskappe:"Jy is 'n mislukking". Maar bokant dit alles uit hoor ek: Jy is Myne.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-ZA"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-4497082933590896161?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/4497082933590896161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-his.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/4497082933590896161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/4497082933590896161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-his.html' title='I am His'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-2690622399460203920</id><published>2009-09-18T21:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:31:00.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary of the robbery</title><content type='html'>A year has passed since we were assaulted and robbed on August 10, 2008. I will post a couple of entries from my journal of last year:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord is good. We had a good sermon last night at Isaac's Church. It went on late and we returned home with our host and her daughter. When we came home, Hendrik opened the gate and the lady reversed into her yard and was about to enter the garage when gun shots were fired and two men were holding Hendrik hostage. She jumped out of the car and left me and her daughter in the car. She went to the back of her yard to pray. The one without the gun wanted to take the little girl. I asked him what he wanted with her and called on the name of Jesus. He let her go and she ran in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then came for me. I put up a fight because he wanted to pull me out of the car. I called on the name of Jesus and I had such power that this big young man could not get me out the car. He then slapped me and kicked me. I think I have a cracked rib from that. Then the one with the gun came to me, while the other one held Hendrik. I thank God that Hendrik stayed calm, because if he would have tried to help me or resist they would have killed him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The armed one then took my wedding ring which Hendrik gave me 41 years ago. (I don't think he will get R 5 for it!) He also took my watch and my handbag and all my bank cards, my ID book, drivers licence and my spectacles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I got out of the car because I wanted to see what they were doing with Hendrik. They also took all his belongings. Then they forced him in the car and that broke my heart because I felt certain that they would kill him. I ran inside the house and just wept, crying out to God. The next moment my husband was standing next to me. They had left and not one of us was harmed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;South Africa is not a nice country to live in, but these people need us here. The neighbours came running and all felt so ashamed and asked our forgiveness. They love us so much and it is extremely painful for them that this has happened in their neighbourhood. They were so happy to have us here with them. But for Christ's sake I will remain where God has called us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three days later I wrote this follow up letter:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all our dear friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your prayers and loving support in this time. I have to share God's goodness with you. At the night of our encounter I asked God why He allowed this to happen, because I know that He is my Fortress, my Stronghold, my Shelter. This must have passed by Him. He saved our lives, but why did He allow them to steal from us? His answer was that what Satan meant for evil, He will change into victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning I asked Him if I can be allowed to see the victory. I first had to repent, because I told everyone that I was praying that all their [the robbers'] peace must be taken away. The Holy Spirit convicted me. He said that these young men did not have any peace at all, if they had, they would not be doing such terrible things. They did not even know the meaning of peace, He said; they will not even notice the absence of peace. I repented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Father God said to me, "You have made a list of all that was taken from you and you were amazed at the little gain they would have from those goods. Let us look at your list again. Not one of these items that were stolen from you was paid for by you. They were all gifts--love gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know, my daughter, that just like Peter's apron could bring healing [Acts 5:15], just so those things taken from you can bring healing. Do you know that I have allowed those men to be sent into an arena of love? The house where you were staying, according to your own words, was a house of such love. You commented on the love you have experienced in that community. The robbers entered into that love. Everything they have taken, was a token of love."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the Holy Spirit led me to speak to the young man who pointed his gun at me and took my stuff. (He said in the Spirit realm there is no time and I could turn the clock back and speak to him.) When the young man took my things he said "Come Mama, give me the ring."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spoke to him (in the spirit).  I said: "If you call me Mama, I can call you son. Son, you want my ring, I will give it to you. It was given to me 41 years ago as token of my husband's love towards me. I still have that same love. Giving the ring to you will not take that love away. I will still be loved. Maybe the wonder of this love can touch you. Take this watch which my daughter has given me out of love. Take this bangle which my daughter in law has given me, take our mobile phones which our daughters gave to us. Take my husband's money pouch which I have given him as a token of my love for him on his birthday. Take even my Bible. In the front you will see a love letter which my husband wrote there when he gave it to me as a token of his love for me. Take it all and may you be flooded with the love of our heavenly Father, you, you who most probably have never encountered love in your life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I experienced just love for these poor men. The Spirit then showed me, when they hit Hendrik, it was nothing compared to the beatings our Lord experienced when He was beaten for our sakes. When I was kicked, it was nothing compared to the kicks our Lord received.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I saw Christ in my husband. Although he was reviled and humiliated, he did not say one word. He was dignified in his silence. He just stood there, but I was encouraged by his quiet strength [1 Pet. 2:21-23].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish you all could have been there tonight when we had our first training session at Mabopani. One young girl stood up and gave us her cell phone. There was such joy and peace in our midst. They saw the goodness and mercy of our God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all your love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hendrik and Nehlsie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-2690622399460203920?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/2690622399460203920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/anniversary-of-robbery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2690622399460203920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/2690622399460203920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/anniversary-of-robbery.html' title='Anniversary of the robbery'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-3192504672202951743</id><published>2009-09-12T02:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:14:47.134+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of 'Curare'</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div apple-content-edited="true"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: auto; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In 2002, God instructed me: "I want you to call the place Curare." I inquired what it meant. "To cure" was His answer. Hendrik confirmed that it was the Latin word for 'to cure.' Whenever people asked us about the name, most would say "But Curare is a poison." Whenever this happened, I doubted deep down, although I bravely said: "Yes, it still is poison for the unsaved."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Then Helette Louw brought me this&amp;nbsp;excerpt from a book. As I read it, I was filled with awe and joy. &amp;nbsp;It was as if my Father was encouraging me and reassuring me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;"BEWARE OF CURARE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In 1799, the famous Prussian explorer and scientist Baron Von Humboldt discovered a potent drug called curare. On an expedition into the jungles of Venezuela, he watched an Indian hunter bring down a large animal with a single shot from his bow and arrow. The arrow had been poisoned with curare, a potion with two curious properties, derived from the jungle plant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Curare injected into the bloodstream, as it was when hunting animals, was deadly. It immobilized the body, attacked the vital organs, and cause death almost instantaneously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Humboldt discovered the second property&amp;nbsp;of curare in a more dramatic fashion. He became sick, and a native witch doctor forced Humboldt to drink some curare that had been diluted with water. Terrified that he was going to die, Humboldt was surprised to find that after drinking the curare, he felt significantly better. Curare, when it was diluted and taken orally, he discovered, could have a positive medicinal value without causing any damage to vital organs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The key to curare's impact lies principally in the way it is taken into the human body. Injected into the bloodstream, it's a deadly killer. &amp;nbsp;Ingested orally, it's a soothing muscle relaxant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Application:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Christianity is a lot like curare. &amp;nbsp;Its impact depends chiefly on how it is received. &amp;nbsp;Maybe people choose to take it orally, diluted as much as possible, so that it has few side effects and makes them feel better--but that's&amp;nbsp;not the purpose of true Christianity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Christianity's purpose is to change us into new creations in Christ. In order for us to become new creations, we must die to our old selves [1] and be born again, trading our old lives for new ones. Those who want "safe" Christianity that costs them little have a difficult time accepting death and new birth. True Christianity is not safe--it costs you your life. It cost God His only beloved Son, and it will cost you everything to follow Him. Paul wrote, "I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me" (&lt;a href="http://www.gracenotebook.com/s/bib.pl?b=lpas&amp;amp;d=48+2:20&amp;amp;stage=pxp&amp;amp;sv=bib" target="uq" onclick="uq101100001('1102','bib','b=lpas&amp;amp;d=48+2:20&amp;amp;stage=pxp','580','520');return false;" title="Galatians 2:20" class="link" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-decoration: none; "&gt;Gal 2:20&lt;/a&gt;a).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Don't settle for a watered-down version of Christianity. &amp;nbsp;It can't be taken orally. It has to be injected."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 8px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Thank you Father for encouraging us in this precious way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-3192504672202951743?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/3192504672202951743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaning-of-curare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/3192504672202951743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/3192504672202951743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/meaning-of-curare.html' title='Meaning of &apos;Curare&apos;'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2044166535333435368.post-167811207128707302</id><published>2009-09-08T16:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:14:20.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crurare Blog is launched</title><content type='html'>For some time we have been asked to have an online voice for personal and ministry news. Although stretched by the technical side, we will endevour to post some spiritual counsel, prayer requests, and ministry developments here in South Africa.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God bless this tool for His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2044166535333435368-167811207128707302?l=debruto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/feeds/167811207128707302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/crurare-blog-is-launched.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/167811207128707302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2044166535333435368/posts/default/167811207128707302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debruto.blogspot.com/2009/09/crurare-blog-is-launched.html' title='Crurare Blog is launched'/><author><name>Hendrik and Nehlsie de Bruto</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03162678627583951441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
