Een van die klassieke werke wat elke Christen na my mening behoort te lees is “The Pilgrims Progress” geskryf deur John Bunyan. Ek verstom my net elke keer oor die besondere rykdom in hierdie werkie. As jy die boekie op die internet wil lees kan jy hier “click” en lees: “The Pilgrims Progress”
Vandag wil ek net een parragrafie uit hierdie boek aanhaal:
“By Laws and Ordinances you will not be saved, since you came not in by the Door. And as for this Coat that is on my back, it was given me by the Lord of the Place whither I go; and that, as you say, to cover my nakedness with. And I take it as a token of his kindness to me; for I had nothing but Rags before; and besides, thus I comfort myself as I go: Surely, think I, when I come to the Gate of the City, the Lord thereof will know me for good, since I have his Coat on my back! A Coat that he gave me freely in the day that he stript me of my Rags. I have moreover a Mark in my forehead, of which perhaps you have taken no notice, which one of my Lord’s most intimate Associates fixed there in the day that my Burden fell off my shoulders. I will tell you, moreover, that I had then given me a Roll sealed, to comfort me by reading, as I go on the Way; I was also bid to give it in at the Celestial Gate, in token of my certain going in after it; all which things I doubt you want, and want them, because you came not in at the Gate.”
Jesus Christus is die deur. Niemand kom na die Vader behalwe deur Hom nie.
Hy het my gestroop van my vuil klere en my en my klere silwer skoon gewas.
Ek het my swaar vrag by Hom afgelaai, want ek het Hom hoor sê sy las is lig en sy juk is sag.
Deur die doop is ek as die eiendom van God verseël.
Ek is ‘n reisiger op pad na my hemeltuiste – die Vaderhuis met die baie kamers.
Alles, alles is genade. Onverdiende guns alleen.