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everal  years  ago,  my  son,   The teenager rode the waves with
                                                                                           Dave,  our  Church  Youth      ease. Every time I tried, I managed
                                                                                     SGroup, and I took a mission         to  swallow  water  and  came  up
                                                                                     trip to San Quintine, Mexico. The    sputtering. The first thing I would
                                                                                     entire stay was filled with rewards   see was the girl's hand reaching
                                                                                     as we assisted with construction,    out  to  me,  helping  me  up  so  I
                                                                                     plumbing,  and  odd  jobs.  During   could try it again.
                                                                                     the afternoons and evenings we       That's  the  way  it  is  in  our  lives.
                                                                                     ministered to children and adults    When the seas of life get wild, we
                                                                                     in nearby villages.                  think we can ride them out with all
                                                                                     On  the  way  home,  we  had  a      our skills. Instead, we often come
                                                                                     chance  to  swim  in  the  Gulf  of   up coughing and sputtering. Then
                                                                                     Mexico. One of the teenage girls     we find Jesus' Hand reaching out
                                                                                     gave me a crash course in body-      over and over again to help us up.
                                                                                     surfing.  Each  time  a  huge  wave   Thank  You,  Jesus,  for  Your
                                                                                     came in, we flopped on our bellies   helping Hand!
                                                                                     and  floated  out  with  the  tide.   [From: When I'm In His Presence,
                                                                                     When we could float no farther, we   Anita  C.  Donihue,  Christian  Art
                                                                                     ran back to shore and did it again.  Publishers, Vereeniging, 2002].








                                                                                     Jerigo, Jerigo                       Hoor jy, Jerigo, hoor jy?
                                                                                     met jou misleidende Vorstelikheid    Hoor jy
                                                                                     probeer jy Sy kinders uitbuit        die rampshoringsbasuin?
                                                                                     met slinkse valsheid                 Voel jy Sy grootheid
                                                                                     hul denke verdraai                   in die stilte om jou mure?
                                                                                     hul harte met laste belaai           Voel jy, Jerigo, jou fondamente
                                                                                                                          skud?
                                                                                     Maar Jerigo,
                                                                                     het jy dan nie geweet                Kyk Jerigo,
                                                                                     Sy kinders se hulpkreet              jou mure met een kreet verslaan!
                                                                                     word altyd verhoor                   Sien jy elke knie wat buig?
                                                                                     Jy weet mos                          Hoor jy elke stem wat juig?
                                                                                     Sy Stem het die Rietsee verdor       Erken jy - elke hart getuig?
                                                                                     Hoe dan des ter meer
                                                                                     sal Hy jou die stryd laat verloor    © Suzette Dorfling
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