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Vervolg van p. 1Vervolg van p. 1 Telkom, Nasionale die Posdiens en
gebed vir ons land. Transnet.
Gelowiges kan versamel in hul huise, in Ons moet God vra om in te gryp in ons land
kerkgeboue, skoolsale, tente of oop parke om herlewing en transformasie in ons eie
om te bid vir die regering - die uitvoerende, kerk en in elke kerk die land te bring! Ons
wetgewende en geregtelike arms van die moet ook die werke van die vyand bind.
regering. As God nie genade aan ons bewys nie,
Ons kan vir die provinsiale en plaaslike waarheen sal ons gaan? Hoe geseënd is
regerings, asook die Nasionale Vervol- ons nie dat Hy ons uitnooi om Hom aan te
gingsgesag bid, vir die SA Polisiediens, roep in ons dae van benoudheid: "Roep My
Gesondheid- en Onderwyssektore van die aan in die dag van benoudheid; Ek sal jou
samelewing, Eskom, die SAL, die SAUK, uithelp, en jy moet My eer" (Psalm 50:15).
Continued from p. 5 The only glimmer of light I would find was
Continued from p. 5
was a slave ship. in a crack in the ship in the floor above me,
and I looked up to it and screamed for help.
I went through all sorts of narrow escapes God heard me!
with death only a hairbreadth away on a
number of occasions. One time I opened Thirty-one years passed. I married a
some crates of rum and got everybody on childhood sweetheart. I entered the
the crew drunk. ministry. In every place that I served, rooms
had to be added to the building to handle
The skipper, incensed with my actions, the crowds that came to hear the gospel
beat me, threw me down below, and I lived that was presented and the story of God's
on stale bread and sour vegetables for an grace in my life.
unendurable amount of time. He brought
me above to beat me again, and I fell My tombstone above my head reads: “Born
overboard. Because I couldn't swim, he 1725, died 1807. A clerk, once an infidel and
harpooned me to get me back on the ship. libertine, a servant of slaves in Africa, was
And I lived with the scar in my side, big by the rich mercy of our Lord and Saviour,
enough for me to put my fist into, until the Jesus Christ, preserved, restored, par-
day of my death. doned, and appointed to preach the faith he
once long laboured to destroy.”
On board, I was inflamed with fever. I was
enraged with the humiliation. A storm I decided before my death to put my life's
broke out, and I wound up again in the hold story in verse. And that
of the ship, down among the pumps. To verse has become a
keep the ship afloat, I worked along as a hymn.
servant of the slaves. There, bruised and
confused, bleeding, diseased, I was the My name?
epitome of the degenerate man. John Newton.
I remembered the words of my mother...
The hymn?
I cried out to God, the only way I knew, AMAZING GRACE!
calling upon His grace and His mercy to
deliver me, and upon His Son to save me. - Selected
