I shake the dust from my feet

For years I have endured it and I won’t stand it any longer. You never seem to learn that spreading gossip is not the way. You don’t show love as you are supposed to do, remember what Jesus told you and live by it.

Attempts to justify your own lies, not just once but time and time again. I am sick of it! Trying to influence even my wife with your lies about me. Do you really think that would work???

Your hatred would be my downfall if I stay in your midst. I shake the dust from my feet and leave this place. I am fed up with your gossip and malicious talk. And you call yourself Christians? Shame on you!

Does this image scare you?

Last Friday it was delivery day for Nanogam. Every three weeks I get an infusion to supply the missing part of my blood, coming Friday I will have it again. This time instead of four badges there was only one and a letter in the box. It said:

“ Dear client, due to problems with the production of Nanogam we are unable to provide you with the expected four badges. Instead of this we have decided to provide only one so everyone will have the needed supply for this month. We do not know when normal delivery can be continued …”

Does this image scare you? It does scare me. Give blood! We need it. I need it. You need it. And some of us need it more than others. You can help and make a difference.

The image in this article has been replaced by a placeholder image in anticipation to EU Charter of Fundamental Rights, Article 17 – Right to property becoming effective.

More information:

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They never seem to learn

I once wrote this poem, King of Gossip, Prince of Pain because I got fed up with the gossip and malicious lies I heard some people spreading about me in our church. But that was two years ago. Today I learned that those people are yet again spreading lies amongst brothers and sisters in our church. They never seem to learn!

King of Gossip, Prince of Pain

Your words are thorns of hate that sting,
And never once they speak of Love.
You hurt me with deceitful words,
Compassion ain’t your thing.

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Terra Cotta Temper Tantrum

Little LeonWhen I was a child I often blew my top in a fit when ever I got mad about something. And when that happened, my dad usually sent me off to the shed: “You go in there son to cool off! And you better not break any of those terra cotta flower pots in the back like you did last time!” And of course, speeding in there with a red mist in my eyes I went straight for the pots and smashed them at the wall, stamping my clogs on the pieces on the shed floor.

In most cases that did the trick, I calmed down almost instantly after that and was allowed to come back but only to hear my dad outside in a quasi-angry tone saying: “Thought I told you not to break any pots, didn’t I?” He could hardly contain himself and start laughing.

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A boring holiday in France

Vacances en France, a holiday journal
 

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This is where we are going to tell you everything about our holiday. You can use a French accent to make it more fun to read out loud.

 

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Day 1 – Dimanche

The first day of our holiday to France: departure, six o’clock in the morning. We drove through Holland, Belgium and France for 10 solid hours. The wind howled around the mounts of the roof case on the car, a Fiat Multipla. Besides that it is the most ugly car human kind has ever invented throughout history, it is also a very noisy car. We had a break for breakfast and then for a pee and then for lunch and then one for a pee again. And it rained. In the evening we got lost finding our hotel. We went to the police station to ask for directions. On the floor at the police station was a white stripe with the word ‘derrière’ on it. It means ‘arse’ in English. Anouk speaks very good French, almost like a native Frenchwoman really. It did help us humongously to communicate with the locals but the police man and police woman didn’t know either where the hotel was, that’s how obscure this little hotel really was. It wasn’t called Bonsaï Hotel for nowt you know, very difficult to find. When a police man in France says « Toutes directions » it means « Whatever road you take ». And when we found the little hotel eventually we were very dissapointed, it was a real dump. The WiFi internet was for free however. We then decided to go look for a restaurant nearby and found ‘Del Arte’, an Italian restaurant. The only Italian thing about this restaurant was a picture of Al Capone on the wall. I had a large vase with Heineken Lager and Lasagne and the kids had a charcoaled pizza. It is nine o’clock in the evening now and I’m going to sleep. Nothing happened. Utterly boring.

 

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Why do cab drivers call you guvnor?

For those who know me well enough, I have a soft spot for England. I have lived there for years and quite contently if I may say so.

One thing I always wondered is when you’re in the back of a cab, the driver always calls you ‘guvnor’ (governor). I never asked them why. My friends didn’t know the answer when I asked them and Google doesn’t provide an answer either.

So this morning I decided to write a spontaneous E-mail to Addison Lee. And they answered promptly.

Dear Leendert,

Thanks for your email.

I haven’t a scooby about the origin of the word but Guvnor is British slang for Boss. So for example if asked “Where to Guvnor?” or “Where to Guv’?” basically means where would you like to go Boss. A bit like the driver is confirming that you are in charge and he is at your disposal.

I hope this helps.

Kind regards,

JC

So now I know. One less mystery.

Abide with me

This morning in church we sang a Dutch version of the hymn Abide with me. Whenever we sing that hymn in my thoughts I am back in that little church in Salhouse again. Or I travel back in time to that lovely congregation in Cambridge and we sing it together. In my heart I am singing it with my friends far away with whom I never had a chance to sing it long ago. And when I open my eyes and look around I sing it with my brothers and sisters in the Lord here and it sounds as heavenly as before.

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Abide with me

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea—
Come, Friend of sinners, and thus bide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile;
And, though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee,
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.

Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Infusion Friday

Today is Infusion Friday again. Every three weeks I get this infusion with Nanogam to add what is missing to my blood. You see, there’s no soldiers in it and no officers to tell them what to do. On top of that I am intolerant for most antibiotics. I am not complaining, I am just sitting here waiting until it’s over.

Actually I am quite enjoying myself on the couch reading messages on Facebook and Twitter and playing my vinyl records. My latest acquisition is Miracle by Third day, do you know them?

So what’s going on in that big wide world? Where do you live? What is the work you are doing? Do you have children? What does your house look like? Is God in your life too? Did He save you like He saved me? Tell me please. I would like to know. Where ever you live, God bless you.

Unanswered questions

The Dutch are an inquisitive nation and they often demand a response to their questions even if the answer does not matter. Over the past few weeks I have been asked a number of questions that I do not wish to answer. Dutch people have a saying: “Het naadje van de kous willen weten.” It means “Wanting to know all the ins and outs of the matter.”

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