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2015 se Berge-toe-toer

 

Van 26 jaar tot 68 jaar met die gemiddeld so ongeveer 50, van HP4 tot 250 Ninja, cruiser tot spoedvraat, ingetoë tot raserige gladde bek, van die Kaap, Vrystaat, Noordwes, Limpopo en Gauteng en van swartkop, brunette, blond, rooikop, grys tot pers en pienk – dis hoe ons daar uitgesien het, ? dolle diverse groep, die gemene deler ons groot liefde vir ons motorfietse.

 

Uitsien is een ding, inpak nog ene en dan breek 27 Augustus 2015 uiteindelik aan – die uitsien en inpak iets van die verlede en die hede ? heerlike heerlikheid, dis nou as mens nie die aand voor die tyd jou Sena oortjie verbete moes soek net om haar nooit te kry nie.  In jou gemoed dank jy jou wederhelf, die goedhartigheid self, wie sy Sena aangebied en ingestel het.  Van goedhartigheid gepraat – die naweek het weer gewys, biker’esse het almal groot harte.

 

Nou, na die naweek protesteer my ou lyf hard en luid.  My linkerskouer het haar heel vir my opgeruk en dring aan op sterker verdowing as wat ek tot nog toe bereid was om te gee.  As mens jonk is loop verniel jy jou lyf op die sportvelde van skole en tersiêre instellings behoorlik, net om op 60 te besef .... ek moes nooit, ieder geval, ek sukkel eerder met ? pyn hier, ? skeet daar as met ? luide lawaaierigheid in my kop in.

 

Ek kry sommer so met die wegspring al die noue ontkomings en ontberinge uit die pad.  Dit was Theresa met haar 800 Boulevard wat nooit die Mercedes wapen sal vergeet nie, ? ongeduldige bakkiebestuurder wie Kenau se trip op Graskop voor Harries wou kortknip, Alison wie amper met ? bakkie kennis gemaak het toe die so naby aan haar verby gespoed het dat haar Intruder se spieëltjie in die slag gebly het, Alida wie ? kalf so hittete poer in sy/haar maai gery het met haar ZX1400 en die klein wit karretjie se wiel wat langs my gebars het en amper Janine van haar 1200GS gestamp het.  Hoe die bestuur die karretjie beheer het om nie die res van ons uit te haal nie is ? groot genade. Ek praat nie eens van so paar ander motoriste wie al te graag die steke op van die dames se rybaadjies wou tel nie, daar is nie pille vir domgeit nie en om so naby ? biker-hennetjie (ons is’ie meer kuikens nie, behalwe miskien vir Joyce, Melanie en Charmaine) se stert te ry is domgeit tot in die oortreffende trap in.  Die legioen engele wat ons van God gevra het, het behoorlik moes skarrel om ieder en elke een van die pragtige dames veilig te hou, maar ek glo dit was die engele se plesierige voorreg om die naweek saam te piekel.

 

En dan die vier “nite riders” se ompad Barberton toe, Lydenburg langs van Sabie af.  Almal het vertel dat hulle graag die Longtom wou ry, maar nie twee keer op een dag nie, die tweede rit in die nagdonker, terwyl die hemelruim ? laser-vertoning van formaat gelewer het. Hulle het donker draaie, donderstorm, reën en nat lyfies trotseer, maar toe ons hulle in Nelspruit kry, was daar nie ? sweempie vrees of suur te bespeur.  Ek salueer Charmaine op haar baba Kawa (250 Ninja), wie sommer vermakerig voor gevat het, Alison (jip nog ? keer), Madelain en Rachel op hulle reuse Harley Davidson’s vir ? amper onbegonne taak uitstekend afgehandel.  Ek en die pastorie-kinners het lekker in die bakkie voor die span uitgepiekel op heel bedeesde pas, die padverleggings deur, Barberton-pas af en julle weet dis’ie die maklikste rit nie, tot by ons lêplekkie, die Barberton Gastehuis, waar hulle onder gejuig en applous ontvang is – ratel taai bikers.

 

Nou eers die begin van ons storie.  Kort na Januarie 2015 het ons die toer begin aanvoor, maar toe Annalie die pad begin ruik, het sy soos ? wafferse renperd die stang in haar mond gegryp, die organisasie oor gevat en op vol galop laat waai en watter wonderlike laat waai was dit nie.  Niks is aan toeval oorgelaat nie, behalwe vir die een ou verdwaal’tjie het die res van die naweek se ritte seepglad en sprokie mooi verloop en dit was geen maklike taak nie, want almal van ons ry soos die wind, sommige soos ? warrelwind, ander soos ? stormwind, nog ander soos die Mistral en heelparty soos ? ligte somers bries teen skemeraand.  Dit het baie kophou en soms bek-hou en gereeld duime-hou, dis bid in my taal, gevat om die klomp winde in ? veelkleurige lugballon saam te snoer en op koers te hou.  Die toer wat in 2014 met so ongeveer 19 dames, waarvan net 14 op bikes begin het, het hierdie jaar geblom, 24 dames met hulle agterente op hulle se eie bikes en ons pragtige Nats en Melinda in die baas van CMA se bakkie – nee ek weet nie hoe sy dit reggekry het nie.

 

So een en ander oor die pype, ysters, boneys, bikes en vir die puriste, motorfietse.  BMW het met ? kort kop gewen, Janine en Ria 1200GS, Kenau en Antoinette R1200R, Laura HP4 1000, Marinda F800GSA, Sanet 800ST, Annalie 650GS en Elize wie op nr. 99.99999 besluit het die trip sal haar en haar 650S Scooter ook pas.  Die Harley Davidson’s het ? stewige tweede plek ingeneem, Antoinette 883 Sportster, Debbie Street Bob, Gaynor uit die Kaap uit op Debbie se Renier se Dyna Super Glyde, Joyce Dyna Street Bob met Melanie as pillion, Madelain Softtail De Luxe en Rachel 1200 Sportster.  Die uwe het die pad met Sir, die Engelse Heer, ? Triumph 1200 Explorer aangedurf en tipies Brit het hy  ? onbeskofte-jaag-streep in hom, terwyl Charlotte en Karen Ann die Britse brigade aangevul het, elk met ? 1050 Tiger.  Suzuki is verteenwoordig deur ? giftige persnommerpas Busa vir Annelie, Alison se Intruder en Theresa se 800 Boulevard, terwyl die mama beer, Alida se ZX1400 en baba beer Charmaine se 250 Ninja Kawasaki se naam hoog gehou het, ek verlang sommer na ons blou blits.  Terloops en ”by the way”, om met so verskeidenheid bikes en persoonlikhede ? naweek te laat slaag sit nie in elke vrou se binnebroek of pêntie nie, maar tog het Annalie haar nie deur die lotte laat afskrik nie, sy het vasgebyt en deurgedruk, ons “Mountain Run” se karretje het sy met fanfare deur die driffies en oor die opdraandes gesleep.  As jy sien hoe sy daai 650GS se oor kan draai, sal dit jou nie verbaas nie – die vrou bang niks.

 

 

 

? Paar kristal oomblikke. 

Die ontmoeting by die Petroport toe Marinda van ongeduld rondgetrippel het om die vrolikheid op die pad te kry.

Middagete by die Couch House – hoender ala iets wat baie lekker gesmaak het en ons het amper al hulle Nougat gekoop.

By Mashutti Lodge toe Ria haar so mooi voorstel........ “ek is aan bike ry verslaaf” en is ons nie almal nie. Julle en Mashutti is ? lekker plek om oor te bly.

Al die oumas op ? ry vir ? foto.

Alida en Annelie en Elize se verkeersreëlings, terwyl ons deur die dorpe moes ry en veral Elize op daai bromponie wat sommer “chicken” met ? bakkie in Tzaneen gespeel het – die bakkie se bestuurder het besef, hy gaan nie wen nie en het ewe ordentlik in die middel van die kruising bly wag, terwyl die dames verby gespoed het.  Natuurlik had hy ? pragvertoning, dus glo ek hy was nie te knorrig om vir ons te wag nie.

Die string motorfietse bergop en bergaf, om dit te aanskou, te ervaar bly vir my een groot vreugde.

Die blits-rit na Hoedspruit na koele lafenis by Letaba Junction, julle daai Marinda en Laura en Kenau kan ry – oor 120 + BTW seg ek eerder niks nie.  Dankie Janine dat jy nie vir my weggejaag het nie.  Ek praat ook nie oor die 650’s nie.  Hulle het hulle spykerskoene vir die pad ingepak en daai spykerskoene se spykers is stomp gehol.

Die manjifieke Blyderivierpoort pad al agter die F800GSA aan.  Ek weet Marinda se agterent het gejeuk om paar van die Staffie Rally se manne te jaag, maar sy het my in haar spieëltjie dopgehou en die pas net effe warmer as my gewoonte is, aangemaak en die opwinding om deur draaie te swiep en om lang draaie te swaai bly ongeëwenaar in my geheue vas geëts.

Pannekoek by Harries bly lekker.  Om dit saam met gawe vriende te geniet, nog lekkerder. Dankie aan Gert, Ina en Manie wie moeite gedoen het en laaaank moes wag om saam te kuier.

Al die mooie en wonderlike paaie wat ons kon ry, maar veral die Saddleback-pas Sondagoggend, die vroegoggend luggie fris teen mens se lyf, die son effe skerper en die draaie effe korter en met ons aankoms by die uitkyk op die Geo Trail het ek met swaar in my gemoed besef, die naweek se vreugde van ry net waar ek wil het einde se kant toe gestaan.

Die laaste stukkie draaie-pad Badplaas verby deur die plantasies voor ons by Carolina bymekaar gekom het.

Natalie en Kenau se boodskappe –

Nats: “Wat wil God vir jou sê vandag”, regtig – ek het mos alewig te veel goete om vir God te sê of eerder te vra/smeek, maar Hy wou vir my sê – “Wees stil ek weet Ek is God”, my warries was op ? ent. 

Kenau: “Wat reken jy is Godse gedagtes oor jou”, my eerste gedagte was geduld, maar meeste van die dames het sonder skroom gesê, liefde onvoorwaardelik groot.

Nats: “Ons is dapper omdat ons ? vaste hoop het wat in ons lewe”, dat ons moed moes hê om die naweek aan te durf, dat baie van ons iets gedoen het wat ons nooit voorheen gedoen het nie (om sonder jou  “wingman” die langpad aan te durf), dat verskeie van ons moes ry soos ons nog nooit gery het nie (ja rite Linnie en nie teen jou sin nie) en dat elkeen van ons reggekry het wat ons nooit kon droom om reg te kry nie, omdat ons Hoop het wat in ons lewe.

 

Oor Saterdag se agterryer-ry hou ek my bek gezip, doodstil, ek het gesê ek sal en as jy jou bed gemaak het, slaap jy met stille instemming in daai kooi en basta.  Niemand het verdwaal nie en niemand het verkeerd gery nie en niemand moes in die nag van êrgens gehaal word nie, my taak was suksesvol afgehandel, dankie Linnie.

 

Dankies dankies dankies

Annalie Jacobs, die ster, natuurlik, sy het die naweek manjifiek georganiseer en maak werk.

Natalie vir die oop kanaal na CMA se HK.

Marisca van Bikers Church Midrand vir die mooie prentjie/logo.

Melissa van die CMA National Shop vir T-hemp bestellings.

Marinda vir ons treffende plakkers en haar baas vir heerlike vleiskossies op Saterdagaand.

Lindri se baas vir ? stewige borgskap om lawwe pryse uit te deel.

Natalie en Kenau vir in die kol boodskappe soggens voor ons pad sou vat.

Alida die PA-RC, amptelike bike rondskuiwer en padkaptein of “Parking Assistant” en “Road Captain”, aldus Alison en Charmaine en Theresa.  Sonder haar hulp en bystaan en luide skaterlag sou ons gesukkel het hoor.

Alida, Annelie en Elize vir uitmuntende verkeersreëlings as ons deur die verkeer moes ry.

Al die dames wie voor my moes uitry om pad te wys – julle is dierbaar en ek bly stiksienig die dankbaarheid self.

Elke vrou wie saamgery het vir julle gemaklike inval by die reëlings, saamry, sommige vinniger en ander meer besadigd, julle vrolike saamgesels, julle 100% meelewing en jubeling, Sondagoggend – “Go tell it on the Mountains, over the hills and everywhere, Go tell it on the Mountains that Jesus Christ is born”.

 Liefnis

 LINDRI STANDER

 CMA     -   LET’S  RIDE

C’MON,  C’MON  IT’S  TIME  TO  RIDE

ON  ROADS  AND  HIGHWAYS  FAR  AND  WIDE

WITH  THE  CALL  OF  JESUS  IN  YOUR  HEART

PURPOSE  DRIVEN  TO  DO  OUR  PART

MOUNTING  MY  STEED  OF  STEEL  TO  GO

AS  STEEL  COWBOYS  WE  ALL  KNOW

THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS  WE  HAVE  TO  SHARE

PROTECTED  BY  HIS  LOVE  AND  CARE

ANOTHER  SOUL  SAVED  BY  HIS  GRACE

BROTHER,  SISTER  -  NOW  IN  LIFE’S  RACE

WITH  RENEWED  PURPOSE  WE  NOW  RIDE

TO  SPREAD  THE  LOVE  OF  JESUS,  WORLDWIDE.

Smit Fourie

CMA Klerksdorp

23 September 2014

 TESTIMONY FROM PIETER KRUGER: NORTHERN CAPE: HOTAZEL

 I would like for CMA Head Office to take note of the quick response and wonderful treatment I got at the Rhino Rally when I suddenly got ill while I was at the CMA tent. Dr. Andre Diedericks from CMA Bloemfontein assisted me and stayed with me until the ambulance came to take me to the Vanderbijlpark Medi Clinic.

This also turned out to be a great testimony of how our dear FATHER is using us in ways we do not always understand. On our way to the Medi clinic, my wife could share with the ambulance driver who divorced his wife and now wants to be reunited with  her for them to be able to be a family again.

Jos, our Kalahari Chapter President could share some time with a biker, at the Clinic, who fell from his bike and died. The biker’s wife hit him numerous times on the chest and he came back to life, “what would have happened if you opened up your eyes on the other side, would it be with GOD or in another place Jos asked him” and we could be part of praying for him and just gave hope in a time that they needed it.

At about 22:00 that night I was well enough to go home, if this is the way GOD uses us to reach people, I would go sick again in an instant because I know my HEALER lives.

I would just want to thank Andre for showing great care, you are great and I love you with the love of our LORD Jesus Christ, may He Bless you and keep you and your family in the palm of his hand.

To Casper Nordier, the President of the Bloemfontein Chapter, you have a great team, GOD BLESS.

 HOOR JY DIE PAASFEESKLOKKE – PAASTYD IS RALLYTYD, 2014

 En 2014, die jaar was geen uitsondering nie, want die klokke het Sondagoggend jubelend op die Rally-terrien by die Midrand Biker’s Church gelui.  Ja toe nou maar, nie letterlik nie, maar wel figuurlike en toe die ramshorings effens later die oggend roerend deur die kerk en my senustelsel weerklink het, het ek nie regtig die gelui van die rêrige klokke gemis nie – dis net die orkes wat nog nie lus is om die 1613 melodie van Melchior Teschner (Hoor jy die Paasfeesklokke) aan te durf nie.  So gepraat van die musiek, die Rally musiek was bevange.  Ek het by ? vorige geleentheid al gesê dat die orkes volwassenheid bereik het onder Kurt Slabbert se bekwame leiding, die stemme van al die soliste het ryk en pragtig rond geword en die musiek het met elkeen van ons se gees gepraat, so glo ek.  Ons kon jubel en juig uit volle bors, ons kon saggies God se liefde besing en so Sy sorgsame bewaringshand aanvoel.  Die muso’s “rock”, dis’ie nonsens nie.

 Soos gewoonlik begin ek nie by die begin nie.  Die Rally by die kerk had my effe bekommer vooraf, maar my besorgdheid het soos mis en die koue van die klompie dae vooraf, voor die sonnige laatherfsdae verdwyn.  Die terrein het feestelik daaruit gesien Donderdagaand met ons aankoms om vinnig die Viking se ryklere op te laai (wat ons vergeet het), die vrolike kampeerders het bygedra tot die plesierigheid en Andre het dankbaar gesug toe hy Lanzi’s se koswaan daar sien.  Ek was ook heel tevrede met die ôrieng appelkoosbredie-man se waentjie.  Ek verneem terloops dat die bredie selfs beter geloop het as by die Impala Rally. toegegee daar is veel meer kosstalletjies by die Impala, maar so ook meer Rally gangers en James en sy wenspan het die lekkerbekkigste kosstalletjies beskikbaar omgekoop om by onse CMA Rally te kom geldmaak en hulle het. Van Mossie en Co. se gesondheidkossies tot by die souserige hammies daarnaas – al die kossies was heerlik – ek het net pannekoek gemis, maar iemand het tereg opgemerk – dit is inderdaad ? Rally en nie ? kerk-kermis nie – sê wie.......

 Dit was ons voorreg om vir Alfred (die Viking) huisvesting te verskaf en ten spyte van Basjan die Boston Terriër se onbeskofte geblaf as Alfred in die huis rond beweeg het, het ons heerlik en op Engels nogal, saamgekuier.  Soos gewoonlik het ek weer maagbomme vir brêkfis voorberei en as Niki nie die goed vroegtydig asblik toe verwyder het nie, sou Alfred ewe hoflik die rou Franse halfmaan broodjies smaaklik verorber het, ai Linnie is nie ? goeie boere-tannie-gasvrou nie en ook nie ? bobaas kokster nie.  Alfred eet net nie gemaklik biltong nie en wie kan hom dit nou kwalik neem, asb. rou gedroogde vleis....

 Die boodskappe het elke keer diep getref, my diep laat dink oor wat ek in my tent wegsteek (Pastoor Ziggy van PE).  Die bemoediging Sondag met die Opstandingsfees (Pastoor Flippie uit Kimberley)), dat ek my storie dalk net bietjie moet “tweak” om by Jesus se storie in te val, het my met dankbaarheid gevul en die offergawesboodskappe (Pastoor Paul van George) oor daardie sakkie met die beurs van genadegawes tussen die gordel van waarheid en die skoene aan jou voete om die Evangelie van hoop te versprei, het alle vorige soortgelyke boodskappe oortref en ek het met blymoedigheid Andre se beurs van genade geskud J.

 Ek reken die plan om die Rally in die toekoms by die Midrand Bikers Church aan te bied, hou baie voordele in.  In die volgende jaar moet ons net ? paar bome, miskien Vaderlandwilgers en Koorsbome plant vir lekker skaduwee.  Wanneer die beplande ablusiegeriewe gebou is en die  paviljoene (wat nog nie beplan word nie) vir die stunts en speletjies opgerig is, gaan daardie terrein ? uitsoek Rally plek word.  Toegegee die Gauteng’elengers gaan uitmis op die lang reistogte om tot by die Rally te kom en die ander provinsies se mense gaan ver moet ry, maar dalk motiveer dit die plaaslike CMA’ers om in die toekoms plan te sien om die ander CMA-byeenkomste in die uithoeke van Suid Afrika by te woon.

 Ons het by die huis geslaap, elke oggend vroeg geroer en sawens tot amper toemaaktyd by die kerk gekuier om so niks as moontlik van die Rally te mis nie.

Ek moes weereens by my Chapter-maats plak, maar hulle is genadiglik van die barmhartige soort en het ons met ope arms ontvang. 

Vir my is Rallytyd, kuiertyd meestal saam met my mede Chapterlede (terwyl Andre en die manne rondloop en moeilikheid, of is dit geselskap soek), maar ook saam met die vriende wat ons langs die reispad gemaak het.  Watter heerlike vreugde was dit nie om Danny en Michael van Namibië weer te sien nie, so ook die lotte van KwaZulu Natal, Kroonstad, die Kapenaars, suid, oos en wes, die Noord Kaap, UPINGTON en omstreke en die Limpopo gebied.  Ons het soos dassies die laaste van die laat herfs son opgebruik om saam met Elizma se sus en haar man van Bloemfontein te kuier, terwyl die kinners en hulle hanteerders (ag askies julle, die baie bekwame Childrens Church Span) speletjies gespeel het en laat op Sondag het ons tot ons Amerikaans op die besoekers uit die VSA uitprobeer.  Nou kyk, as iemand HD gesels dan is Andre die ene ore en gesels hy graag HD saam, jip julle is reg, dis Harley Davidson geselsies en ek is amper te skaam om te erken dat ek ook van die blinkstefaans-bikes vanuit ...... hou.  Eendag gaan ons ene koop en plaas van ? potplant gaan daardie blink Harley met al sy tierlantyntjies binne in die voorportaal uitgestal word.

Ek wil graag vir James en sy span geluk wens en hartlik bedank met ? baie, baie geslaagde byeenkoms en  net voordat ek groet – ons het Maandagoggend saam met die manne wat die Jesus film Tanzanië toe gevat het, gery tot op die ou Naboomspruit.  Toe hulle verbyspoed en ons omgedraai het huis se kant toe, het die Ierse Seënbede in my kop gedraai:

Mag die pad vir julle altyd maklik wees en veilig, mag die wind van agter teen julle rug waai.  Mag die son se strale julle wange saggies koester en die reën ook mildelik (figuurlik gesproke) op jul velde.  En totdat ons weer ontmoet en mekaar met vreugde howzit sê (sien), mag die Here Sy hand oor julle lewens hou.  So ook vir die CMA’ers wie oor ons pragtige SA verspreid woon.

Lindri Stander

 CMA NATIONAL RALLY 2014 AT BIKERS CHURCH MIDRAND AND CMA HEAD QUARTERS

 Isn’t it strange how one’s values change once you have committed your life to the Lord? I remember many years ago when I was still an enthusiastic rally goer, rum drinker and smoker we went to the Rhino Rally and it was pouring with rain that whole weekend and muddy. My friend and I went for a walk and as we approached the CMA tent we decided to run past in case they wanted to “talk” to us.  As I gained momentum (I could still run in those days) I slipped on the mud and started a grand slide and landed on my butt right in front of the CMA Rally tent looking up at the CMA members who looked down at me with kind smiles and asked if I was okay. I just nodded and ran. In retrospect I am sure that God was telling me something, but still I didn’t get the hint.

And here I am at my second CMA Rally! I have been to many rallies, but I must admit, none like this one! There are no lost souls to save!!

The weather was on our side.  Unlike the cold and miserable day on Thursday it was warm, sunny and fabulous.  We arrived early and had a lovely breakfast and chat with our long-lost friend Adriaan. It was great to see him and all our friends from the CMA.  

What I loved most about the venue being at Biker Church is that it is like home away from home. It’s the place I love the most after my own house. These are our people are our family and we love to spend time with them.   

I was very pleased to see many other bike clubs attending the rally.  Let’s take them all to heaven with us!!!

Riding on Gerald’s R1 was an experience I will not soon forget, but one which is a “once is enough experience” especially at my age. 

The opening service on Friday night was fabulous and Clint & Co. did not disappoint.  Our eloquent Pastor Rene gave us the most awesome sermon, which had me rushing to the well organised CMA shop after the service for the “His name is Jesus” CD of which I bought a whole bunch to hand out to all my unsaved friends. 

All the food stalls were excellent, but the one I enjoyed the most was the Rib Stall.  Alan is so funny and amusing and gave me a good run for my money when it came to his sense of humour.  His breakfast roll was good too!

The service on Easter Sunday was so Spirit filled that I just sang my heart out with our anointed music team while tears were pouring down my cheeks and I was filled with laughter at the same time.  It’s amazing the things the Holy Spirit can do to you when you least expect it.

Hats off to CMA for a wonderful rally! We love and appreciate our CMA and Bikers Church family for all they have done to help us in our walk with God and growing spiritually.  You will definitely be seeing much more of these two 13th Warriors at your rallies!!

 Now not being a member of CMA I did not attend all the functions and neither did I camp so I asked my friends the two Michelle’s to give their version of the rally.

 

This is Michelle Mole’s story………………………………

What a Rally!!!!  I was really so negative when I heard they planned to have the rally at Bikers Church Midrand!!!  I mean who on earth wants to spend their Easter weekend in Midrand!!   How exciting is that?   One word……………BORING.    

Harry had to motivate and motivate and motivate me, and it still did not have the effect it should have had.   I really did not want to attend the rally and most definitely not want to sleep at the church.  But being the “submissive wife” that I am, I submitted and packed with a very heavy heart.

We pitched our tent …..it was cold and miserable (very much like my attitude).  Our tent was one of the first on site and I really believed not many people would arrive.  

We were assigned to gate duty from 15:00 to 21:00 on Thursday evening.  That’s when my rally really started!  Everything in the arrival/admin tent was organised and well planned.  PC’s were up and running, guys received a magazine, ladies received a lovely charm, and most of all everyone received an entry “bracelet” One little boy was so excited because he eventually also received a bracelet…..his very first one!  He went from person to person checking if they had a bracelet and very proudly showing off his bracelet.  His little face shone with pleasure and pride.  I met some wonderful new family (Danika and her friends) from “Easter Came” (Eastern Cape).  They knitted winter hats that are so funky and unusual and made them stand out amongst other people.  The team at the tent immediately thought about a member of PTA Gardens (Anika) who is currently oversees and ordered a hat for her.  A special reminder that Anika was missed at the Rally.

Much to my surprise, the food stalls were great (so much so that I have to go on diet).  There was a good selection of food to choose from…from junk food to a healthy very tasteful option.  What I would have liked was a few more tables and chairs outside were I could take my food, sit down, eat and just fellowship and get to know more of my extended CMA family.

The ablutions were sufficient….even though I did not have hot water once during the weekend…but then when have we ever had hot water at any of the rallies…CMA and other. The ablutions were always clean, neat and tidy.  Estie Dippenaar was in and out checking for sufficient toilet paper etc.  She ensured that a very high standard was kept at all times.  Dankie Estie!

The sermons were fantastic and just what I needed.  I particularly was touched by service by Pastor Kuhn which reminded me that God does not change His mind and He does not make mistakes.  We are called to ministry and people get offended so quickly and leave CMA instead of fixing problems and staying true to His calling.  Pastor Paul made up a lovely and relevant story about the “wallet of blessing”. Reminding us that giving back to the ministry is of vital importance.  This made me think of the way Jesus told parables to enable us to understand so many important biblical aspects.

We ladies love to chat and I complained to some ladies about not finding a hairdresser that could cut my hair according to my requirements.  Well Louize Wilken from Roodepoort took me to the bathroom and quickly showed me exactly why she is so sort after as a hairdresser.  I had the most awesome haircut right there in the bathrooms at the National Rally!! 

I would have loved to participate in the ladies games but had to rush home.  Of course on my return the ladies told me of the fun they had had.  Well that did not go down well with me.  I missed all the fun!  Well done to all the ladies who participated, you made us proud (and jealous).  Congratulations to Victor Knoesen from Moot who received the prize for the best supporting husband.

During one of the visits to the ablutions there was a little boy about 3 or 4 years old who was performing stunts on his black plastic bike.  Telling in detail how he saw the stunt riders performing their stunts.  Once again just proving how important it is to set an example and show our children and others how we “Live the Word”.  That being a child of God is fun and enjoying.  How often has Pastor Rene said…being a Christian does not mean we have to suck a lemon OR be part of the anti-fun police.

After all my negativity…what a change!  I have to apologise to my husband.  (Babe..sorry, love you and thank you for being keeping me on the right path), but mostly I have to tell the people that did not attend that they missed out “BIG TIME”.    I believe next year will be even bigger and better.

All in all ….congratulations to all who were involved in the planning of the rally.  It was AWESOME!

 

This is Michelle Collocott’s story ………………………………..

What a privilege to ride for the Son, reaching the bikers of this world, one heart at a time.

NATIONAL RALLY 2014 – WELCOME HOME

They say home is where the heart is and that is so true where CMA and Bikers Church is concerned.  CMA is our family and Bikers Church is our home. 

CMA National Rally time is always a time of spiritual upliftment, a time of encouragement and a time to remember the depth of God’s great love for us and a time to really appreciate what Jesus did for us.

It’s a time to……………..

Reflect on the year past.

Renew our passion for this awesome ministry.

Stir us up for the year ahead as we take new territory.

Realign ourselves with the heart and vision of CMA.

Reconnect with our CMA brothers and sisters from near and afar, members and leaders both locally and internationally.

Remember that the Great Commission to “go out and make disciples of all nations….” Specifically the bikers of all nations.

Members receiving their half colours took me back to 2006 when I heard the voice of the Lord saying “Whim shall I send?” and I replied, “here I am.  Send me.” (Isaiah 6v8).  Members receiving their full colours reminded me that this ministry requires faithfulness and commitment.  Members receiving their leather colours and wings reminded me that this is a race of endurance.  It is not for the faint-hearted.  It requires spiritual maturity and perseverance.  It requires getting out of the flesh and into the spirit.  You have to lay aside your plans because it is not about you.  Sadly many have come and gone.  They were unable to run the race with endurance.  I pray that God gives me the strength to finish this race well.

The CMA stunt team reminded me that we can Ride for the Son and have fun.  It reminded me of how awesome this ministry is to be able to do what we love doing, but with purpose and passion.

The rally was on our doorstep this year, which meant that we were close enough to sleep at home. So for me the rally was not quite the same as the previous rallies.  We at least got to ride our bikes back and forth every day, which was a pleasure for me, but I think we need to consider sleeping on the site in future.  Hopefully there will be lots of new trees for shade.

The food stalls were great and the feedback from them was good. One in particular told us how blessed he was to be at the rally.  He said it was quite unlike any rally he had ever attended and stated that he definitely wanted to come back next year.  Clearly lives had been touched in many different ways.

We are blessed to have our friends Carl and Christiane from the 13th Warrior MCC at the rally.  They are already Bikers Church members and a living testimony of God’s goodness and His ability to change lives.  Their story is a perfect example of the fulfilment of the purpose of CMA – To reach the lost bikers of this nation for Christ.

Let’s continue with the work of the Lord through CMA until we come together again at the 2015 CMA National Rally to celebrate many more biker souls for Jesus!

 TESTIMONY BY BAYMEN GREENFIELD as shared in Bikers Church Midrand 2013-11-10

 I was riding home one night after a long day’s work in the gym. I remember gunning it for the green light between the cars. My mind was on something else. Suddenly a car changed lanes with no warning (I like to call them meteors in a meteor shower, there's nothing guiding them, they just change direction anytime.) Anyway, out of reflex I hit the anchors hard, which is strange because I never do that, I usually swerve. The bike washed out and I hit the ground hard and stopped right there. I lay there for a few seconds thinking ' that hurt ‘. I had to get up, to switch my bike off. Gave it a quick once over, and thought ' damn! I got away with it, nothings damaged. Just a bruised side or kidney and the bikes fine. . . ' got on and rode home. Woke up the next day and went to work, trained all my clients and myself. I woke up midnight in agony all of a sudden. After an hour or so i blacked out and went into a fit (I remember thinking just before that, this is it and my body went cold and it went dark.) It makes you realize just how helpless you are when your time is up. We live and breathe by God's grace alone. So my wife and her friend forced me into the car and to the hospital. Thank the Lord for them. After a ton of scans, they tell me I've got internal bleeding and need surgery right away as my spleen has been ruptured. And that they can't understand how I'm standing there talking to them because I should've died in my sleep the previous night. After surgery they told me I had bled out a quarter of my blood. After the ordeal you sit and think. (and you have quite a few days to sit ) Things don't happen for no reason. Our life is planned out by God. God doesn't punish us. Our sins are paid for by Christ. 

I believe He allows things to happen to us to teach us lessons. And the harder of hearing we are, the harder and more painful the lessons are. And God will go just short of letting us die if it means we'll learn the lesson. God doesn't just give us a second chance, He never gives up on us. He loves us that much. Even though we fall a thousand times, He'll pick us up a thousand times.

My lessons: 

I am a personal Trainer. I was the strongest I've ever been physically, the fittest I've ever been. I felt bulletproof. Riding my bike through traffic, I was taking more and more chances. I felt like nothing could touch me. I was getting very prideful and arrogant, as hard as it is to admit. I would go into depressions over stupid things instead of being grateful for all God has given me. Which is a lot. God needed to teach me that my strength, health, abilities were and are all given by Him. And not to put all importance on the physical side, that all fades away in the end. And then what are you made of? or what worth do you have then? And it could all be taken away before it even gets to fade. My entire existence is because He allows it and has given it to me. I haven't achieved anything in life. It is all a God given gift. I need to show people compassion, patience. I needed to be shown that I must count my blessings.

I have a friend in a wheel chair. He has a full on battle every day of his life. Showering, going to toilet, no transport. He is a prisoner in his own body and in his own home. I have nothing to be angry or depressed about. One of the other lessons was that I always thought no one would blink an eye when I kicked the oxygen habit. I came into this world alone and would leave it alone. So it didn't matter if anyone cared or not. God showed me just how wrong I was to believe that lie. So many people showed support and love, gave me and my family help where it was needed and then some. I was dumb founded as to how many people showed their love. And how many people would be affected by my death. And how selfish it is to have a death wish. And to even contemplate suicide. What we choose to do in life has so many repercussions, Far beyond what we can see. 

CHANGED LIVES – PAUL WRIGHT

I was adopted at six weeks old. I had no contact with my birth parents and never knew who they were or where they were from.  My adoptive mother passed away when I was twelve and my father when I was twenty.  In my heart I always knew that I had a mother out there somewhere, funnily enough I did not think anything about my father.   I did wonder for many years what blood ran through my veins and it was a major cause of confusion and discontent in my heart until I came into a relationship with Jesus.  As soon as I had been found by the Lord and I had embraced my new– more specifically CMA and Bikers Church family, the search was over for me. About four years ago my eldest daughter asked me if I would consider searching for my birth mother.  It was important for her to discover her ‘roots’ and she desperately wanted to find out where she came from. I did not need to do this but for the sake of my daughter, my wife, Beth, agreed to do some ‘investigating’.

I did not really want to go ahead but in March 2010 Beth put up a listing on two websites, Request Adoption Reconnect and Adoption Registry Connect.  She posted as follows, “Searching for birth mother, Male born 4th July 1958.”  Beth and I realized at the time that it was a feeble attempt at best but at least if my daughter, Keilah, asked I could in all honesty say that we were looking.

In the three years that followed I heard very little.  About a month after the listing was posted there was a response but it turned out that we were not who they were looking for. Things went quiet after that, I heard nothing and we eventually forgot the whole thing and carried on with our lives.

Then out of the blue 19 June 2013, we received an e-mail response from Adoption Registry Connect –

Hi, I had a son born 4th July 1958. Where were you born and what was your birth name? regards Fran

I was not at home at the time as I was up in Kimberley sadly attending the funeral of Ps Flip’s son, Pieter.  Beth responded to the e-mail and within half hour got the following response.

Hello Paul, I am your Mother. You were born at the Pines nursing home in Worcester, and adopted through the Catholic Church.  My name is Francine Leans (nee Luff) I have been searching for you for years. I had given up all hope of ever finding you.  We have so much to talk about. I shall text you later, much love Francine 

I gave Beth the go-ahead to pass on my cell number to her and before the end of the day I received a telephone call from my mother. The fact that she found me was a miracle but as we began to talk and learn more about each other the story that unfolds is truly astounding.   

She was very young when she gave birth to me and was forced to give me up.  She never really knew my father and had no further contact with him.

She phoned me from a small Cornish village in England, where she now lives.  This village is right next door to the small town of Liskeard in Cornwall where my wife grew up, her parents live and my son Joe was living at that time.  It turns out that I am the eldest of 7 brothers and sisters (long story) and two of my brothers and one of my sisters happen to live in the same town as my son.  In fact a few years before, my youngest brother, Brendan, had met Joe by chance and got chatting about South Africa and unbeknown to them both they were actually related.  My daughter Sarah who used to live in Liskeard was friends with her cousin Brandon long before they knew they were family. I mean what are the chances?

There are just so many twists and turns to the story of how our lives had always been so intertwined and we were unaware of it.  I don’t want to bore you with the details. Suffice to say that our God is an awesome God and in His time He reveals what we need to know.  I am so amazed by His working in my life and how He has answered the lifelong prayer of my mother and in so doing has filled a space in my heart that I did not even know was there.

I am in the process of writing my book “Nothing But the Truth”, and now I have the perfect ending to the story of my life, even though I know that the story is far from over.  I am looking forward to a visit to the UK in order to meet my family face to face.  What a great day that will be!! All Glory to our Great and Mighty God.

Keep Riding for the Son

Ps Paul Wright

Bikers Church East London

CMA Eastern Cape Region: South Africa

 

 Testimony by Ricky Bowers: Western Cape   

Good Afternoon My Brothers & Sisters in Christ

You guys remain some of the most AWESOME and most BEAUTIFUL people GOD has placed on my life’s journey J.

From your Pastors, to Home Cell Leaders, and every other CMA Member … It is simply because of what you guys do and offer and sacrifice, but more specifically, the LOVE you generate and share amongst one another and everyone else you come in contact with that is making the big difference at the end .This Love you share makes people thirsty and hungry to be closer to GOD …. It certainly kick started this free and awesome life I’m experiencing and living today J!!! ….  This LOVE I’m talking about is no co-incidence in your lives, as each and every one of you has purposefully been anointed for this specific task, so that you can fulfil the greater plan GOD has intended for the lives of HIS chosen people.   

The Bible is very clear that LOVE is the Greatest Gift we as mankind could ever have received from GOD …..  JOHN 3:16 ….. For GOD so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life ..... GOD was willing to send His Son to die for us, and how Jesus would agree to do such a thing  …. The agony of the Father  … JESUS suffering on the Cross and Die for us  ….. We will never understand this, but we do understand that it could only have been because of His Intense Love for us …

It’s by the Grace and Mercy of this same, unselfish LOVE, which is being demonstrated and portrayed by each and every one of you CMA Members, that my family, friends and I could have a chance to the life GOD has intended for us and to be Victorious and Superior over the enemy and able to walk and experience the Wonderful, Awesome, Christian Life and Walk with our Lord and Saviour, JESUS CHRIST .…  

I came to your church with religion, but YOUR(CMA) LOVE showed me JESUS. I came to your church broken, confused and lost, but YOUR (CMA) LOVE gave me purpose, value and a sense of belonging. I am stronger and victorious today, because of the LOVE you showed me.

LOVE is indescribable, but also warm and the best feeling one could have when one is cold and lost ….. and, so too is the Coffee and many Inspiring Conversations you CMA Ministry brings and serve at our Rallies and wherever else you go …… I’m certain that challenges comes and at times the task seems too great, but I believe that even the enemy will surrender to the LOVE you guys bring!!!  

Pastor George, Pastor Peter, Ian “Farmer”, Walter, Johnathan, Emile (to name a few) and Everyone else at CMA, you guys have really been instrumental and role models in my spiritual growth and I thank GOD for blessing me with such awesome mentors.

Thank You for allowing me the opportunity to share my testimony with such a great Christian Family, but more so to be able to return the gift of LOVE I’ve inherited from You!!!

 May GOD bless you all Supernaturally, in abundance.

 Personal Testimony: Student: Hurn Merrington: LTS AUGUST 2013

I did not know what to expect of the LTS when I started but had hope of guidance to all the confusion in my life. I had known that I was saved and where I was going but by no means did I want to stay in one place waiting to die and go to heaven. There had to be something more……

 The “Work of the Cross” was the path I had been through and my stagnation was because I did not know where to from there. Learning the “Way of the Cross” and how to live my every day life was what opened my eyes to the truth of what we are supposed to do.

 I have learned to forgive out of love and give my troubles to the Lord, I can feel I have become more rested in who I am and what God has made in me. The last evening of LTS learning about how to “reconcile all things” has taught me that there is a bigger role out there for me. I have always thought that our aim is to assist the church and build the church as the building and people and could not quite put my finger on that that needs to be done. I go to work in the mornings with love in my heart, problems arise and it does not affect my being, as I know the world around me does not determine my happiness. I can only get that from God, the peace He has given me is the joy in my life that brings me happiness. I am responsible for my happiness and being close to God makes me happy, therefore I am responsible to be close to God. And I have found that in the confusion that is life and the constant running around I don’t have to try and do everything for the church and build the church and assist the church…..my place is to be Christ like and God will take care of His Church.

 I have gotten over the fear of trying to find acceptance from people around me and expecting them to make me happy. I find my joy in in the Lord and the beauty of His creation.

 There is no thing as dark, only the absence of light.

There is no thing like evil only the absence of good.

 We are called to be the light of the world and do the good of the Lord.

 When I look at the negative things in the world I see opportunity for Gods work to commence, and realize we all have a “way of the cross”

 

Wonder werk en Tweede kans

 2011 Drie maande na ons troue, het ek vir my vrou ‘n BMW G650 X-Country gekoop sodat sy op haar eie ysterperd saam met my die langpad kan geniet. Ek’t egter gereeld met dié 650 werk toe gery wanweë die uitmuntende petrol verbruik (25km/l). Op 6 Oktober  2011 was ek betrokke in ‘n ongeluk op die R21 naby Monumentpark met die einste 650...en WOOOW, watter wonderwerk!!! Ek’t langs ‘n bakkie gery (40km/h in spits verkeer) toe dié ou besluit hy gaan nou baan verwissel, met die wat die bakkie my raak het ‘n dubbel-as Nissan trok aan my linker kant verbygekom. Skielik het ek nêrens om heen te gaan nie, en toe ek my weer kon kry is ek en die bike onder die trok. Ek’t gedog “vandag is nou daardie dag...die einde” soos ek lanks die bike lê en hoor hoe die trok se agterwiele die bike trap en ek my regmaak vir my beurt onder dié yslike wiele....hulle moet nou oor my, daar is net geen ander manier nie.

Toe ek my weer kon kry lê ek en die bike afger die trok se 6 agter wiele...wonder bo wonder het die klomp wiele my gemis en tot nou toe weet ek nie hoe nie? Wonderwerk!! Ek het onder die trok uit opgestaan  en die bike uitgetrek en opgetel. Skielik begin die verkeer opdam soos ‘n motoris sy kar dwars agter die trok stop en uitspring om my te help. Heel toevallig is die ou een van die vele biker ‘brothers’. Die ‘brother’ het spoedig die nood dienste gebel en my in sy motor laat lê toe ek begin kla van allerhande pyne. Die trok drywer, so geskok soos hy was, was uiters behulpsaam.

Ek’s uiteindelik in ‘n ambulans op ‘n ‘stretcher’ met suurstof en al na die hospitaal. Twee ure later is ek ontslaan met ‘n  enkel en nekstut.....’Unbelieveable’!!!  My vrou se 650 is uit die aard van die saak afgeskryf. As ek na die bike kyk en dit met my besrengs vergelyk is dit uiters skrikwekkend en wonderbaarlik terseldertyd dat ek nie seerder gekry het of self dood is nie. Die enigste verduidliking vir die masiewe wonderwork, is die Here se beskermende hand. Daai dag het ek besef dat God waarlik ons gebede verhoor. Ons bid so dikwels vir beskerming op die pad, somtyds as skiet gebedjie, maar God luister altyd en vou ons altyd toe in Sy liefde.

Sedertdien stap ons as getroude paar elke dag in oorwinning saam God, en het dit gewoonte geraak om lewe te spreek oor als en almal in ons lewens. Selfs wanneer ons die “occasional curve-ball” kry wat die lewe na ons kant gooi, dank ons God vir die unieke situasie waarin Hy ons plaas sodat ons “ge-shape” kan word na Sy wil. Die keuse lê by ons...besluit jy om die donker wolk reg voor jou te sien, of besluit jy om die “silver-lining” en die sonskyn daar agter te sien.

 “Thank U God for putting us in this unique situation, so that we can come to a place where we are ready to receive the full measure of Your blessing over our lives. Thank U for moulding us into the Godly couple you want us to be.”

 Hector Jamieson

 TESTIMONY BY ROELIEN ELS

Kort nadat ons seun Kobus oorlede is, het ek ‘n boekie,”Sorrow not!” deur Kenneth Copeland, as geskenk gekry. Ek haal sekere dele in die boek aan:

“Grief and sorrow are dangerous.They are actually spirit beings sent by the devil himself to steal, kill and destroy. Grief and sorrow were part of the devastating, satanic barrage Jesus took om Himself when He died on the cross. Isaiah 53:4 Grief and sorrow are part of the devil’s game.”

 Webster defines GRIEF as”a heavy emotional weight resulting from loss, an overwhelming pain of loneliness that is almost unbearable.”Copeland sê verder:” Contrary to popular belief, grief and sorrow don’t come to help you. They come to hurt you. They’re deceivers sent for one purpose: to choke the Word of God out of your heart. As a believer,you’ve been redeemed from the curse of grief and sorrow by the blood of Jesus Christ.” James 4:7 “Resist them, they’ll have to flee from you!”

 Psalm 107:2 tells you how to do that. It says, “Let the redeemed of the Lord SAY SO!..” “That means when sorrow and grief start bearing down On you, say, “Oh no you don,t! I’m the redeemed of the Lord. I’ve been delivered from the likes of you. So you just get right on out of here!”

“You,re going to have to stand against grief and sorrow. They don’t belong to you. They are not from your heavenly Father.But the devil’s a Scoundrel. He’ll put them over on you if you’ll let him get away with it.”

 Ek het aanvanklik vir myself gesê dat die man DEFINITIEF nog nie ‘n kind aan die dood afgestaan het nie. Die emosionele en fisiese  pyn wat mens as ouer ervaar kan nie in woorde uitgedruk word nie. Daar is egter ‘n saadjie gesaai: agt maande na ons liefling seun se heengaan, wys die Here my daarop dat ek op Sy grootheid, goedheid en liefde moet konsentreer wanneer die droefheid my oorval. Soms slaag ek daarin, soms nie, maar ek probeer.

 ‘n Maand later gaan ek en Koos my pa op Zeerust besoek vir die naweek. Die pad loop langs die Magalliesberg waar Kobus honderde ure oor gevlieg het. Voorheen het dit my altyd ontstel, want ek het gedink aan hoe hy dit geniet het, hoe hy daar verongeluk het, en hoe ons sy as daar gestrooi het. Ek wou vir Koos my wonderlike eggenoot vra om my presies te wys waar die kloof is waar hulle verongeluk het, maar hoor duidelik die Here se stem:”Wil jy nou ‘n goeie dag bederf? Moenie na die berge kyk nie, kyk voor jou op die pad, en kyk op na My.” Ek was gehoorsaam en dus gelukkig toe nie emosioneel nie.

Die nag, 02H00 word ek wakker en beleef ‘n visie van God, hoe Kobus sy sterwe beleef het: Ek is op die ongelukstoneel en sien die vliegtuig onderstebo lê.  “KOOOO-BUS!       IT’S TIME!                IT’S TIME TO COME HOME, SON!”

Daar is ‘n tasbare opgewondenheid soos elektrisiteit|weerlig soos die engele wat die hele omgewing vul, jubel.

Ek weet dit was van die Here,die woorde was in hoofletters geskryf.( Ek het al in die verlede so ‘n droom gehad, van  ‘n sendeling wat in China was,en dringend voorbidding nodig gehad het.)Ek was glad nie emosioneel nie, in teendeel dankbaar! Ek glo die Here het my gehoorsaamheid beloon, deurdat ek op Hom gefokus het, en nie op my hartseer in die berge nie.Verder het hy dit bevestig dat Hy mag het oor lewe en dood, en dat ons kind se tyd op aarde verby was.

Die verlange en gemis is nog baie, maar ek vra die Heilige Gees om my te vul met krag, liefde en selfbeheersing. Ek sien egter baie uit na die dag wanneer

ons vir altyd verenig sal wees met ons liewe seun, Kobus.  

The Goodness of God by Graham Collocot

 

This is a testimony about our obedience to God. 

Some time ago, the Lord instructed me to sow into a certain ministry, but I did not listen and kept putting it off.  About a month later I was watching Jesse Duplantis on the God Channel when, as he started preaching, the Holy Spirit prompted him to tell the viewers that there was someone out there who God had spoken to about sowing money into a certain ministry, which they had not done yet.  I knew right there and then that he was speaking to me and I immediately wrote the cheque out, even though I knew that we couldn’t really afford to sow that amount of money under the current circumstances.

I then continued watching Jesse preach and at the end of his sermon, as he was about to do an altar call, the Holy Spirit once again prompted him to tell the viewers that whoever had obeyed that call to sow, would be totally debt free by the end of the year.  The year was 2008 and I was R50 000-00 in overdraft.

I excitedly shared with Michelle that the Lord said I would be debt free by the end of 2008, but she laughed at me and asked how I would possibly be able to pay off an overdraft of R50 000-00.  I said I wasn’t sure, but that God would stick to His promise.  As each month passed, Michelle pointed out that I was clearly still in debt, with no sign of being debt free anytime soon.  I kept reminding her that God was faithful and would come through for me.

October 2008 came and the company I worked for approached me and gave me the option of attending a two month course in England, which included a good daily allowance.  Thinking that Michelle would be totally against it, I was surprised that she had peace with it and she gave me her blessing to go, provided that it was what God wanted me to do.  I also felt at peace and decided to go.

We were amazed that the authorisations for my trip were approved within a day or two, whereas the other guy’s paperwork had already taken some time to be finalised.  On the day we received our allowances for the trip, the Rand / Pound exchange rate shot up to R18 to the pound.  As I received the money, the guy told me that he wasn’t sure why, but that he felt to tell me that I should put the money on my Credit Card immediately.  When he said that, I just KNEW that it was from God.  I immediately put the money on my Credit Card and it then became clear how God intended paying my debt off by the end of 2008.

While on the course, God guided me on how to spend my allowance wisely on food and necessities etc.  There were many nice things to buy and I did not eat out as extravagantly as the other guys, I knew this was part of God’s plan to settle my debt as He had promised.  Yes it was hard to be away from my family for two months, but God provided another family in the form of CMA UK while I was there.  Isn’t it funny how God used the ‘world’s money’ to give me the opportunity to minister and encourage CMA elsewhere in the world.  God sure knows how to organise. 

The course was great and I even got to explore UK on my off days.  I returned to South Africa on 15th December with money left.  I was able to tithe, as well as pay a few other odd debts.  On 31st December 2008, I printed a bank statement with a NIL balance – R50 000-00 overdraft gone by the end of 2008!!  Michelle was speechless.  God had kept His promise with two weeks to spare.  He is ALWAYS faithful and He is never late.  His timing is perfect.

God is good ALL the time!

Graham Collocott

TESTIMONY BY KOOS ELS

On 30 July 2011 my life came to a standstill. My BEST FRIEND, my hero, my son went to be with Jesus, and I had to stay behind to try and put some pieces of my life together again.

That initial shock of loneliness, and then the reality that he wont be coming back, had me in a state of absence for about five days. I couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't eat. Basically it felt as if I couldn't go on.

My relationship with God was very strong at that stage. I tried to read my bible, but just couldn't focus on the words, never mind their meaning. I struggled to pray, I wanted to communicate with God, but I just did not have the connection, nor the will power to enter into Gods presence.

 The day before his funeral service I walked into my study and closed the door. I begged God for some scripture or answer, because I had to write my last message to my son, and I just couldn't get my brain working. I expected the neon lights to start flashing in the air telling me to read Acts 65:44 b for all my answers. But needless to say, no lights flashed.

 I waited and waited, but nothing happened. Then I opened my bible and continued reading where I had stopped the morning of his death. By coincidence it was at Luke 9:18. It read:  One time when Jesus was off praying by himself, his disciples nearby, he asked them, "What are the crowds saying about me, about who I am?" They said, "John the Baptizer. Others say Elijah. Still others say that one of the prophets from long ago has come back." He then asked, "And you-what are you saying about me?

 In the quiet of my study, God asked me very clearly : "Who do YOU say I am?"

 This stopped me dead in my tracks. When God asks you a direct question like that, there is no place to hide. You know that God actually knows your answer, but He needs you to tell him.

 I asked the Lord to give me a short time to think about this. I then really did some soul searching to give God my answer. I started to tell the Lord that He is my King. He is my Decision Maker, my Healer, my Ruler ........ And as I listed what I REALLY believed God to be in my life, He very clearly asked me a question that got me quiet. He asked: "If I am your King, Decision-Maker, and Ruler as you just stated, then why are you questioning what I am doing?

 God is in control of my life. Nothing happens without God's approval. And God says in Rom 8:28 "That's why we can be so sure that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good. (MSG)."

 Does it make the loss easier? Nope. For sure not. There is a hole in my heart and it is raw. It is the longing that nearly makes it unbearable!!!!! But I know that God is in control and that He knows what He is doing. All He asks of me is to Trust Him and to believe in Him.

He IS my King! He is all I have to hold on to. He is the one that I love. He is the one that I trust.

 

 

Testimony of a Ministry Training Scholl attendee:

 Early in 2009, I one day thought ‘Lord, it would be so nice to have an awesome holiday somewhere’.  That was it, no destinations mentioned or even thought of.  It was several weeks later that I received an email from my niece who lives in Kelowna, a town about 5 hours drive inland from Vancouver in Canada. ‘When are you coming over for a visit?’ was a question in that mail.  I had met her for the first time in 2007, when Dina and her husband Mel, accompanied her dad, my older brother, on a ‘down memory lane’ visit back to South Africa, he had been diagnosed with cancer and had but six months of life left.  Bill had moved to the States very early in his life, eventually settling down in Canada as a citizen.

My first reaction was to check out the airfare needed to fly from Joburg to Vancouver, and I was staggered to find it was 15.800 Rand return.  The exchange rate at that time meant the very least cash in hand to take with, had to be 10.000 Rand and more if possible.  ‘Pop’ went that balloon, and so my reply to Dina was –  sorry it won’t happen, but it’s financially impossible.  24 hours later, another mail arrived from her, ‘how would you like an all expenses paid holiday, and when can you come over?’  I read it over and over several times – Wow Lord, I never even said where to!  “Dina, wow and yes I would love it, the company closes on this date for the December hols, I can be on the plane that night”.  Two days later, in another mail, I was looking at the air ticket details for the flight over – I just needed to go to a travel agent with the necessary documents and it was all systems go.

 I shared what had happened with my boss and company owner, and his response was ‘awesome, we must get you organized with a visa as soon as possible’.  He went out of his way to arrange my installation calls in such a way, that I could visit the Canadian embassy in Pretoria several times.  The cherry on top as they say, was the awesome Christmas bonus I was given, and together with some savings, I had the ten grand pocket money.

 I flew out on the Friday night, landed in Heathrow Saturday morning, caught the connection to Vancouver that night, landing late in Vancouver the same Saturday night, only hours and hours later, due to flying back in time as it were – was very strange.  It was wonderful to see family again, but it was into bed at the first opportunity after coffee, snacks and a chat, I was exhausted.  I woke up just as it was beginning to get light over Vancouver, and standing looking out over the city from the hotel window, many floors up, it was suddenly hard to grasp that I was on the other side of the world, but it was “Thank You Lord, thank You so much”.  To tell all that happened, would take several pages, but some highlights are: riding a snowmobile through a snowy forest, snow-surfing downhill on a motorcar tube at a ski resort – hair-raising stuff, and then a first time for me, a typical American/Canadian ice-hockey game, so very different from seeing it on tv.  I could get just as hooked on it as they are.  Then there was an evening sleigh ride through the same snowy forest as before, with sleigh bells tinkling and pulled by two horses that knew when it was time to turn around and head for home, they had to be constantly reigned in to prevent them breaking into a gallop.  Folk on the sleigh each sharing where they were from, such open friendliness and good fun too.  Another highlight was the two hour car ferry trip across the sea to Vancouver Island, and down to Cowichan Bay, where my sister-in-law lived.  There was a shop not far away that Gerry took me to and run by Red Indians.  It had all they manufacture, skin shoes and jackets, lots of other stuff and even a dugout canoe.  Two and a half weeks went by so quickly, and it was time for me to catch the flight back home and a sad time it was.  It had been a wonderful and an amazing time.  To God be the Glory, as He had answered a simple thought, and organized it all for me, an awesome holiday and not just somewhere, but half way around the world.  Thank You Lord. 

TONY McGUINNESS

The Goodness of God

This is a testimony on the importance of tithing and speaking the promises of God over your finances daily.

In 2010, a Union representative at work advised me that there was a sum of money due to the employees, which the company had not paid out yet.  A length court battle ensued between the company and Union’s lawyers and in the end, the company was instructed to pay the members out.

I received a letter and the documents confirming the amount I would be receiving, which I signed and returned. About three weeks later I was informed that the original amount they had given me was wrong and had been amended. On receipt of the revised documents, I was shocked to discover that the amount due to me had actually doubled.  I just said thank you Jesus.

On receipt of the money, Caesar took his share in the form of tax and I tithed 10% of the full amount received.  I then sat down and asked the Lord for His direction concerning the balance of the money.  The Lord instructed me to settle our bond and any outstanding debt, which I did.  He then clearly gave me amounts and names of people I had to bless anonymously, which I did and was then faced with the decision of what to do with the balance of the money.

A deposit on a new bike was foremost in my mind, but God thankfully stopped me and instructed me to put the money aside until I heard from Him.  Needless to say, the money ‘sitting’ there was a huge temptation, but I had to trust God fully.

Eight months later the time came to pay my child’s college fees, which should not have been a problem as I had taken out a policy many years ago, specifically for that purpose.  What shock and horror when I discovered that the policy would only cover two of the three years at college.  The policy was apparently not a good one and had not grown as anticipated.  My new broker advised me to rather re-invest the money for another year, which meant that I would have to find the first years fees elsewhere.  It was then that God clearly spoke to me once again and reminded me of the money He had told me to put aside, which turned out to be the EXACT amount I needed for the first year at college.  Had I gone with my head and bought a new bike, the money would not have been available to cover the first years fees.  Suddenly the bigger picture became clearer and I realised that God IS always in control, we simply need to listen and obey.

We don’t always know what lies ahead, but God does.  It is so important that we walk in His ways always and trust Him fully.  He is faithful when we are faithful.

Thank you Lord for Your Goodness in my life.

Graham Collocott


 



 

 My personal testimony of how my life has been changed as a result of this Life Training School.

 Through the journey of the LTS I obtained a supernatural freedom, not only freedom from the past, sin, un-forgiveness and generational curses but also freedom in my relationship with my wonderful Father, Dad, Creator, Saviour, Redeemer and Friend. I came to know Him even better; His love for me became a reality to me and is no more a unfathomably far-away dream or hope. It is real, He is real, He is my only reality, the Love and Master of my life.  He is a just God, but in all He do, He is a Father first.

 Life is not about what we can do Him, it is what He does in us and through us.  He loves us and wants a relationship with us, He wants to enjoy my relationship with Him, I want to embrace His love. We should be after His heart, for He pursues us continually, He knocks on the doors of our hearts. God is love, God is good, He wants the best for me, and He IS THE BEST!! And He wants me to want the best with all my heart! And Amen!! God that is what I want!! I want you!!

 The joy set before Him, which is you and me, made Him endure the cross, a relationship with us was His joy and promise.  God adopts me into His spiritual family, so I don’t have to live under the curses of my worldly family.  God sets me free, and adopts me into His perfect blood line, I am the body of Christ, and He commands His angels concerning me.  I don’t have to wait for “the one day” heaven comes, heaven is in me, Jesus is in me!! 

 I got to know the character of God better; I learned skills to get out of bitterness, the keys to get rid of past rejection. I learned how to better handle God’s finances and how to walk in His authority.  I’m excited walking this journey with Him, to become like Jesus more and more, to become closer to Him every day, to spend time with Him and get to know Him better and better, to enjoy His presence and freedom.  Thank you Jesus for loving me and for having a valuable purpose for my life. Love you, Amen. Xxx

ALICIA EHLERS

 


 

A personal testimony of how my life has changed as a result of the Life Training School BY ANTIONETTE TRUTER

What a life changing experience, I am privileged that my Father allowed me the opportunity to have experienced this amazing chapter in my life. Thank you my Lord……

Firstly allow me to thank each and every person who availed themselves to be part of my life changing experience. May God our Father bless you abundantly?

My new life journey began on 6 May 2013, not knowing that it will be a completely 180 degree turning point in my life. I arrived with huge expectations on praise God each one fulfilled 200%.

I have been exposed to The Fathers love for me like never before, in fact I don’t think I ever realised just how much my Father loves me. I had so many misconceptions about Gods love for me. Today I sit back and realised I could not have know just how great He love was for me, until I have accepted myself first and forgiven myself for so many wrong doings in the past, things which held me back from having a completely new relationship with my Father.

Forgiveness has made me love myself again, wow how awesome to be guilt free, how amazing to have been able to deal with the past for the last time too set me and others free from bondage. I have surely moved on in leaps and bounds.

Truth be told, I was definitely in the spiral of bitterness, but by the Grace of my Lord and Saviour I have been set free. I can now full understand why my earthy father committed suicide, as the spiral of bitterness leads only to that. I have a new bloodline in Christ Jesus, AMEN. My Heavenly Father adopted me, I am his daughter.

The work and the way to the cross, again a revelation, I am ready and am moving forward to my end destination pleasing God in whatever I do. How amazingly wonderful to know that I was bought with the blood of Jesus; I was loved long before creation.

I choose to live a Christ-like life, I choose to proclaim Gods Word,  I choose eternal life. I choose to follow where God leads me, I choose to be obedient and submit to God 100% all the time.

I am in awe of God’s love, and His Holiness.

Lord, open my ears to hear your voice and my heart to do your will……

 

God’s blessings to all

 


 

 

Personal testimony of how my life has changed as a result of Life Training School BY MYNHARDT TRUTER

 

.....when we/I first hear the abbreviation LTS I had no clue, heard the tales of life changing experiences.....the ooos and aaas that followed.....now two and a half weeks later into LTS.....what a Blessing !!! This life changing experience has taught me how to have a personal relationship with my creator and Father. He loves me unconditionally and always want the best for me.....I am His child. Theoretically I had all the information in my head.....now it has become a heart condition !

As it is written in: 1 Peter 1:23 For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God (NKJV)

On the front of my Hayabusa (motorcycle) I have the scripture:  Ps 119:46 I will speak of Your testimonies also before kings, and will not be ashamed. (NKJV) and on the back I have:  Ps 32:8 I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go, I will guide you with My eye. (NKJV)

These scriptures had a certain meaning when I had first put it on my bike.....revelation, now it will become a lifestyle, how privileged am I to get a chance to be a part of building God's kingdom here on earth. I have also learned that Jesus is SERIOUS about forgiveness, me forgiving others and very important myself, I should live by faith and not deeds, and at all times be focused on God, to always keep my eyes on Him, as He said he will guide me !

I have also learned that I am NOT always right, that I have to abandon my old ways and not always react, that the only way to live is to live a honourable life towards God, to know Him always in all decisions that needs to be made, that I do not need to worry about the earthly thing for tomorrow, this is just a temporary home, If I am obedient that He will always provide.

I have also learned and understood that pride can destroy you, it effects our choices and decisions. We have to live a transparent life towards God, if you build a false life behind walls and hide everything you will never be free. You are the key to your own happiness and you are only responsible for yourself and not for others, but always be willing to help.

You have to surrender all to God and completely have faith, in your marriage God has to be the foundation and you also have to honour God in your finances.

In all God will be my foundation and light from now until we go to meet Him and He will guide me in making disciples of all nations, as we would say at CMA & Bikers Church:

One heart at a time for Jesus !!!

I am sooooo honoured to call Him my creator, friend, saviour and most of all my Daddy.

 


 

THE BIKER – by Mike Davidson

He lived his life from day to day|
Ignoring warnings came his way
As club prez, he’d shed no tears
Hard core biker, has no fears
His sins, already such a load
He downed a double, for the road
He left the rally, headed home
He was a biker to the bone

He disregarded all road rules
He’d say they were for other fools
He had this image to uphold
He popped a wheelie, to be bold
He overtook as he saw fit
Didn’t believe in safety kit
He dropped a gear, he had a need
He always felt the need for speed

His Blade was custom, looked real mean
He’d wind her to a high pitched scream
He felt he was untouchable
As he powered up another hill
He raced into a hairpin bend
Had no idea his life would end
He wound it just a bit too far
He never saw approaching car

As he lay there in a pool of blood
His boney twisted in the mud
He felt the pain, began to worry
Was it too late to say he’s sorry?
His thoughts flashed back, his life of sin
He heard a bike stop next to him
Relieved he was, some help had come
It was a rider for the Son

The guy that stopped was CMA
He’d stay with him and with him pray
He grasped him with his bloodied hand
Although just met, there was a band
He accepted Jesus in his life
Sins forgiven, no more strife
He closed his eyes and passed away
His soul went to our Lord that day

His funeral they say was grand
With burnouts, beer and live rock band
His buds all came, to say goodbye
Only time you’ll see a biker cry
He lived life wild, he always raved
Praise God he got the chance to be saved
He’s with our King, he’s now at home
But still a biker to the bone

CHORUS
God knows all you’ve ever done
You’ll get forgiveness through His Son
Jesus died for you and me
I’m still a biker....... Just set free!!!!

     
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