Chapter 7 Written / Published 14.11 /17.11.17 (Pics by author, unless indicated)
Moments before typing these lines, while on my way home on my bicycle, I picked up a ten cent coin on Todd Road. What's so odd about it?
At the time I knew that on arriving home I'd start work immediately on this chapter. I also knew, and was thinking about, how the chapter was to start. Read below, why the ten cent coin incident on Todd was, perhaps, more timely than odd.
We shall conclude our bike ride down the Rhone, wishing we could have stayed longer and explored the medieval villages further.
On a serious note, Australia's political leadership has lost its way! Conservative voters, as well as Christians, have been betrayed. What will be the consequences?
7. One sur Rhone
The final sentence in the previous chapter made mention of God's hand; the second to last includes the number 10.
Both of these crossed my path shortly after publishing chapter 6. How this happens and why, I do not know. But I do know that it really was so, and that my fixation with numbers and God- incidences provides much writing material for this, my 'write-as-you live-it' autobiography.
Within an hour of publishing the previous chapter on Nov. 10th I was riding my bicycle along Main North Road. I was on my way to my regular Friday table tennis group. Just before the Caltex service station, near Uspot, sorry Newspot Motors, I spotted and collected a ten cent coin.
Later that day I was reading the daily devotional, Our Daily Bread. The title for Nov.10th immediately brought to mind, how Chapter 6 had ended: "Leave it in God's hands."
Our Daily Bread - Nov. 10th, 2017
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But there was more. A good number (1) more than once, featured that day and in the days following. It all sounds crazy and odd, but let me try and write as it really was.
Since we just visited the town of Salisbury, postcode 5108 let me revisit the place, where our daughter lives, Darwin. Back in July this year (2017) during our two-week visit I went to a car wrecking yard. While in the Northern Territory I wanted to obtain a NT car registration plate for my collection. I simply walked into one car wrecking yard and made my request to the chap on the front desk.
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But it's not the 3 or 5108* that will create a little magic in this chapter 7, scheduled to come live on 17.11. It's ONE! It already has done so.
Lovers of numbers would smile at the result of a soccer match, played in Round 6 of the new A-League football season. On Remembrance Day (11.11) two teams were looking for their first win since the 2017/18 season started. Melbourne Victory thought they could succeed that night, and end their winless streak, after star striker Berisha scored - 1:0.
But no victory for Victory that evening. Only five minutes later, former international Holman equalized for the Brisbane Roar. The goal by the No.17 meant that both teams on 11.11. drew 1:1 and remained winless.
The same day my team Adelaide United played at home in Cooper Sadium. (Sorry the misspelling. It was unintentional, but I shall leave it uncorrected). The team under their new Coach Marco Kurz, who was born in Stuttgart, lost their third game in a row.
My numbers brain got tickled by the number of spectators, who attended the sad event - 8416. If we revisited the previous chapter, published the day before above football match, there's 468, leaving 1 on its own! Good one!
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(Back to France, cycling.)
Over long distances I prefer riding my bicycle on the road, busy or not. Thin tyres, which give more speed, don't perform well on gravel, which often covers the surface on rural cycle paths. Besides, bike routes often wind through orchards, woods or farm land, where it's easier to take a wrong turn. It takes much longer to get from A to B.
There's another good reason for my preference of the road. There is more stimulation riding past picturesque farm land and through quaint, old villages and towns. A good example of one of these is Saint Nazaire-en-Royans, where the D 1532 changes to D 532.
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After a comfortable night and breakfast in the Appart' City Hotel, Valance, I picked up the velo route along the Rhone. Because of the reasons given above, at Soyons I crossed the railway line to continue on the road, the D86. Traffic was not heavy and wearing my safety vest does give me some assurance that passing cars and trucks would see me.
The GIANT I was riding, on loan from a good friend, performed very well, no punctures, no gear change problem and a reliable luggage carrier.
Arriving in the small town of Meysse, I felt tired, hungry and thirsty. It was after midday, shops were closed. I spotted a sign in English - Hamburgers, Chips etc. The outdoor eatery was in a courtyard setting, surrounded by thick stone walls. Small lizards were running over the sandy floor; the sun blazing down. It may have been a little ordinary, in a French country setting, to be eating a hamburger and drinking coke. But it was tastier than the two carrots and bananas, my lunch menu the day before.
Of course, I didn't stay there. The only room available, a little expensive, was right in the city opposite the central park. Just as well my friend Eric did not acccompany* me. The twin room was tiny, the bathroom the size of a telephone box. *(One c too many - read on.)
Because of the exceptionally fine, warm weather and because I was carrying all my luggage, my friend Eric did not travel with me for the first few days. It worked out very well. It gave him time to visit his friend and daughter, while I cycled. We had arranged to meet up by a famous landmark, the legendary bridge in the city of Avignon.
Famous bridge - Saint Benezet, Avignon
We lost a little time that morning, while sorting out parking problems. (No, not my bike, Eric's car, which the next day almost led to a calamity). During the few hours in Avignon there was time to stroll around this exciting city, admiring the many historic buildings and to just soak up the atmosphere. If there were an adjective for it, I'd call it roman.
Besides the Saint-Benezet bridge Avignon has another world-heritage listed monument, the Palais des Papes (Popes Palace). The imposing 14th century structure bears witness to the immense influence the Catholic Church had at one time. This massive landmark attracts even more visitors than the bridge down by the river.
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From Avignon to Arles was only a short, two hour cycle. It took me much longer, because I had picked up the road to Marseille by mistake and had to back track. Originally my plan was to ride all the way into Marseille, but my travel companion did not want to go there. To get my ride back to Germany I had to follow him.
I met up with my support vehicle driver and friend, Eric, near the busy Tourist Office in Arles. To my surprise he had found a car space near there. He happily announced that parking was free until the next morning.
Having concluded my ride in Arles, Eric and I travelled back the next day to Grenoble. However, we took the longer, more scenic route via Nimes and Ales, where we hit the D316 and then the D906. Pity the weather had changed to overcast. Even without the sun, these mountainous, winding roads led through some picture perfect countryside. On the long, steep uphill sections I thought of my son Jon, how he would love riding these mountains - different to the Rhone (or Danube).
We were almost two hours later than planned, when we dropped in on Eric's daughter near St.Etienne. Ten years earlier, during a visit to Germany in 2007, I had given the young lady, now wife and mother, her very first driving lesson.
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It so happened, on the morning of publishing this 'one' chapter, the name of my support driver, Eric, suddenly came to me in a different way: RE I C. To understand, why I'm making a show of this i c or 1 c, we shall briefly take a quick early morning walk through Arles.
Right on sunrise, Eric still asleep, I quietly slipped into my track pants and joggers and took a brisk walk over the Rhone bridge. The glow on the horizon, reflecting above the river, promised a lovely day! It was indeed market day in Arles. I took a good look around and bought something to nibble for breakfast.
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Weeks after taking above picture, back home in Australia preparing my first chapter in two months, a c crossed my path. It came during the Wednesday evening practice at the Christmas Choir at our church. On the top of page 6 of our song sheets I noticed it. Take a look:
... acccompanied (by an extra c).
During the next weekly choir practice (the date was 15.11. - take note) my mind was only half on the song sheet. The other half kept wondering, how the Australian football team, the Socceroos, were going in Sydney. The team was playing a crucial international match against Honduras. Only one of the teams would be going to Russia in 2018 for the World Cup.
And so it was! Returning home straight after choir practice the score half-way through the match was still 0:0. The nerves of Australian football fans were stretched to their limit. Would Australia be part of the biggest show on earth? My three sons all came to watch the match at our house.
To everyone's great relief Captain Mile Jedinak, playing in jersey No.15, scored after about 8 minutes play. He went on to score two more goals, both penalties, in the 72nd and 85th minute.
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Another group of Australians were ecstatic on that day. This sector of our community celebrated the result of the postal survey announced earlier that day. Australians had been asked to vote yes or no to the question: Should same-sex couples be allowed to marry? It was reported that 61% voted yes. Since the whole exercise cost $ 120 Million, it should at least have been a compulsory vote. The outcome may have been different?
The no vote, four million people, right from the start had little chance of succeeding. Our most senior politicians, the Opposition Leader and our Prime Minister, neither hesitated telling voters they should vote yes. How many Ministers of Religion were too timid, politically correct, and failed to tell their flock to vote no? Scriptures in both the New and Old Testament supports this view. (Lev. 18 / Rom. 1) They tell of the shameful things they do, which is an abomination in God's eyes!
The one-sided reporting by the powerful media, the constant bombardment that it's all about love and non-discrimination (equality bulldust) worked heavily against the no campaign. Where is the love in those yes-people? How can they claim it's all about love, then advocate crucifying No-voters* and burning down churches**? (*AdelaideNow.com.au **dailymail.co.uk)
No doubt, the day will come when many so-called Christians and their leaders, will stand before God and HE will say: "Who are you? I don't know you!" No good ending there!
Our nation's Prime Minister and his Liberal Party have turned their back on true traditional values and on God Almighty. What Mr. Turnbull demonstrated is what I call PP leadership.
On the surface this sounds like democracy. In reality it's wishy washy, populist politics. On the surface there will be little change of anything. Same-sex couples already have all the rights normal ones have. In the bigger picture, however, to pass laws that go totally contrary to all moral, cultural and religious principles, slapping God and HIS people in the face, will have serious consequences.
It so happened, on 15.11. our Men's Group at church went on an excursion. Despite the rain it was a great day driving through the Adelaide Hills, visiting the small, rural township of Prospect Hill. A kind gentleman, Lindsay, especially opened the Museum and surrounding buildings for us and showed us around.
The world is ablaze with the devil's burning fire trying to destroy all that is good. People, instead of fleeing and putting their trust in God, who wants to safe them, are taking cover, hoping it all would pass over soon.
Two days ago I read again the story of Jonah. He predicted the destruction of the city of Nineveh in 40 days time. He called on the people to repent of their evil deeds.
It reminded me of a bushfire, even more tragic than that of 1983. It was Australia's worst ever! It took place exactly 40 days after the Victorian Parliament had passed radical abortion laws, totally ignoring God's commandment 'Thou shalt not kill.
We are told that if politicians in Canberra work hard to pass legislation to make same-sex marriage legal, it may happen before Christmas. This would be very bad timing. Not that the average Australian needs the marriage laws to change at all. But to do it right on Christmas time, presenting it as a Christmas gift to the Australian people, would be putting fuel on the fire.
There's another reason, why the worst time for passing laws that insult Almighty God is November or December. Forty days later Australia will be at the height of the fire-danger season!
No. ONE have mercy on our nation.