Chapter 8 Written / Published 27.11. / 1.12.17 (Pics by author, unless indicated)
The beginning and ending in this chapter came straight from a TV screen, totally out of the blue. In between there are surprises on the church screen. We shall continue our Europe 2017 trip, visiting Austria's beautiful alpine region.
As in previous books, writing about travel and stories from home are mixed together; two surprise birthdays at the end.
Be amazed, how all works together, what HE sees and shows me in perfect timing. How could I not write about HIM and give HIM all praise. It's about HIM and IT - German ES.
8. Science of CE & See e
On Monday evening, 27th November, 2017, the time of commencing this chapter, I felt very tired. Earlier that morning I had dug out two large bushes in our garden, including the stumps. In the afternoon I cycled to my Monday table tennis group, a total 22 kilometers, and played over an hour of table tennis.
I contemplated, should I just sit and watch television or put my mind to work and start writing? Just before 8 pm the decision was made for me - while watching TV. What I saw startled me; the timing of it all even more so! There was a valid reason, why I felt so excited, which made me open the P/C and get my keyboard tapping. Let me explain:
The C can just be seen, bottom left; the E followed.
Eight days earlier, as the previous c-chapter was still fresh in my mind, the two letters c & e had showed up three times. Had it only been once, or even twice, I may not have bothered writing about it. But considering the timing of it, how could I have ignored it?
God's Word is filled with HIS promises. Read it and ce!
When I typed the above digits 1 and 8 here, I had no plans to visit the church library a few hours later. But having a few minutes to fill in after our Wednesday Men's meeting, I decided to browse and borrow a book to read. Late in the evening I started to read it. The 200-page publication was in the biography section. Mike Napp & Dr. Norm Wakefield wrote: 'True Stories of Transformed Lives', subtitled 'How famous and everyday people met Jesus'.
I had not borrowed a book from the church library for many months. When I read how a young lady named Priscilla came to the Lord, it led to an astounding discovery. Take a look at the passage on page 18, which gives her new name as recording artist:
But there was more; more ce, again in perfect timing! Friends, if I were to write fiction, the following would not be good writing. Why? Simply because of its repetition. If fiction writers were to be dreaming up magic, their invented co-incidences would sound very stale by the third, fourth or fifth time. Therefore, what took place later on Sunday, 19th November 17, the time of the above Perseverance graphic, still amazed me, despite sounding repetitive.
Basserman Raetsel, Eberhard Krueger, Zeichen fuer Cer
In the bible, in John, Chapter 9, a most unusual story is recorded. Jesus healed a blind man in a most foolish way: How stupid, to think that covering the eyes of a man born blind with mud, would result in the amazing miracle of him receiving his sight! But it did.
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Before turning to travel overseas (to ES) one peculiar incident needs addressing. Readers may think that I am again repetitive, writing about a car crash in the same skeptic fashion as I had done years ago? But since this is not fiction but fact, I shall try and make sense of it all.
On the radio news early Sunday morning (26th Nov. 17) a vehicle was reported to have crashed just north of Kings Road, Salisbury East. The out-of-control SUV had run straight into a garage, causing considerable damage to a residence. The TV 7 News report in the evening, changed the story from garage to lounge room. (There was a technical issue, before the weekend news reader, Jessica Adamson, read the story to air.)
Two eyewitnesses, teenage children, said they saw the vehicle fly through the air. The speed of the vehicle must have been horrendous for it to become airborne. It caused much damage to the brick house.
Later in the afternoon my curiosity caused me to take a bike ride and check out the crash scene and its exact locality. It happened to be same section of Main North Road, the one I wrote about in Chapter 5. Two people had died there on two consecutive days. A closer look at the surroundings showed that a road called Dexter Dr. was diagonally opposite of the unfortunate residence.
My memory recalled an incident at the other end of Dexter Dr. Going back twelve years. In Book 4, Chapter 23, I wrote about an incident, where white powder caused an alarm at bus stop 44. It turned out a hoax, as I had suspected. Another incident, in that same chapter, involves a vehicle plowing into an apartment at Plympton. But to do so, it first had to mow down a huge tree. At the time my doubting mind asked many questions. Now, in this latest road crash, one question puzzled me:
(Back to Europe - October 2017)
On Sunday 1/10 my friend Eric and I travelled back to Germany from Grenoble. It would have been a pity to not make a brief detour into Geneva, the international city at the end of Lac Leman (Lake Geneva). The streets were crowded, being a Sunday afternoon and beautiful weather. Not since my teenage years, five decades ago, had I been to Genf, as it is called in German. There was only enough time, about half hour, for a toilet stop and to browse the stalls of a Sunday Market. We were fortunate to have found a parking space nearby.
Back in the car, driving on the motorway north toward Germany, I made the decision to not go all the way back to Stuttgart. Eric dropped me off en route in the Black Forest town of Peterzell, near St. Georgen. It was heartening to know that, with only a few hours notice, there were friends who welcomed me. Their hospitality, as it had been on numerous occasions going back to 1972, was unsurpassed.
Advertiser Newspaper, Friday 17.11.17, page 12:
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Whenever visiting Germany it is nice to find, despite oceans of separation, I still have good friends five decades later. One of these is X, the youth leader at the time I joined the Volksmission, where I learned to take Christianity and faith seriously.
There's a reason why I only call him X, I want to give his surname. The reason for this is that the same surname Diehl is mentioned in the earlier book shown above (Transformed Lives*). When I read it, right at the beginning, the second sentence on the Acknowledgement page, I wondered, had I stumbled across this book for a reason. I sure did - led by the Spirit!
*Our church motto happens to be: Transforming lives through Jesus.
X had arranged for us both to take a short road trip into the Alpine region of Austria. He remembered, how I love the mountains, which were less than two hours from his place in Ravensburg, South Germany. Before leaving, however, that Sunday morning X and his wife took me to a unique outdoor event, held right in the middle of the old historic city.
As a gesture of reconciliation between the Catholic and the Evangelical churches, a combined communion service with a difference was organized. The theme for the day was: 'Gemeinsam an einem Tisch' (Together on one table). Let pictures tell the story:
Later that month a big anniversary in world history was to be commemorated. It was 500 years on 31.10.2017 that Martin Luther had nailed his controversial 95 thesis onto the door of the Schloss Kirche in Wittenberg. In the next chapter, God willing, we shall visit this church, located not far from Germany's capital Berlin.
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The next afternoon, October 9th 2017, my friend Mr. Diehl and I left in a Fiat 500, which he had especially hired, and drove south-east toward Lake Constance. The green fields and autumn colours made for wonderful scenery, which got better and better, as we neared the Austrian border at Bregenz. It seemed a little unfair, that the motorway in Austria was a toll road. Austrian and other nationalities drive for free anywhere on Germany's extensive highway system.
Near the town of Bludenz we turned onto the L82, which steadily climbed into the Brandnertal (Brand Valley) passing through the pretty township of Brand. The road got narrower and narrower, with sharp bends and curves, as it wound its way to the parking lot of the Luenersee cable car station.
Our two-night accommodation, the Douglass Huette, right beside the dam wall of the Luenersee, could only be reached via cable car. After check-in there was time to take the six kilometer walk around this beautiful alpine lake, among the snow-capped peaks of the Austrian Alps.
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SUNRISE ends in E and starts with S.
SIR N (U) in between. Wink, win.k!
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This CE chapter saw a surprise beginning, after I had spotted a moving graphic on the TV screen. On the morning of publishing, Friday 1.12.17, it was a misspelled word that will end this chapter. On ABC 24 television a fat headline read Truely! It didn't look right. It wasn't!
Watching breakfast TV, while writing my diary and sipping a coffee, a truely thought process started. Good spellers would see the extra e. My creative mind saw the oxymoron - there's nothing like a true ly (spelled lie). Next, my mind remembered that I had written the day before about CeCe (See e) and that her brother's name was Bebe.
(*Correction: It's in another animation in the series)
I could not help sending a brief message to the ABC breakfast show, whose staff needs spelling lessons.
As I had done very much in the past, I thought about a PS. What could I comment on that was currently in the news? It came in a flash. The day before our Prime Minister had announced a Royal Commission into the banking industry, a big turnaround from previous calls by the Labor Party to do so. The fat media headline had been: PM BANK Flip.
Anyone can see the C N code! Now my PS was quite simple:
God sees it all. HE see n and HE c e!