TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW
by Craig Lock
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Permission of the Author,
Craig Lock: clock.slingshot.co.nz
Published by Craig Lock
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First published 2010
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TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW: An Outline (brief)
Tags: (Key words) books, new books, ‘To The End of the Rainbow‘, ‘The End of the Rainbow’, Craig Lock
FRAMEWORK
I want to engage with the reader (fully) , so that the reader makes CHOICES leading to different paths (please let me or my
publisher know which
ones YOU would have made in the circumstances, travelling along the amazing 'journey of life'based on experiences (life).
1. FAMILY HISTORY (Locks, Sudells)
2. THE NEWSPAPER REPORTER
3. F1 (Grand Prix) champ
4. PASTOR/EVANGELIST: REVELATION
5. THE WRITER
" I think Damon Galgut is an impressive writer who writes perceptively about South African issues with an universal
perspective."
- anon
And every time c came to a cross-roads in her (or his) "rather eventful" life (and they were many of them, key intersections,
life crises and time to make major decisions, choices on what path to follow, that would have significant impact on the way
his life unfolded. So c followed her instinct, gut feeling, the line of least resistance, heart, whatever you may wish to call it.
It really was a battle between the mind and the heart... and her heart ALWAYS won!
So c chose the highest path, "the road less travelled".
And so c carried on writing... and here it is!
"The path (the mind) chooses the route you are travelling on; but, most importantly, the heart determines the direction. Just
keep moving... one step at a time in the right direction through following your heart.. and one sunny day you'll get there... to
the end, the Source of the rainbow."
- "the writer"
PEACE
reporter
VALUES of:
* hope
* love
* faith
* empowerment
* inspiration
Who knows where or how the story will end up!
*
Craig has a 'passion' for writing books that tell stories about people doing positive things in this often so hard, sometimes
unkind world, occasionally so cruel, yet always amazing world He loves 'telling tales', sharing true stories that leave the
reader feeling uplifted, empowered and perhaps hopefully even inspired.
Craig loves to try to "test his writing limits and imagination"and is currently writing 'To The End of the Rainbow'.
I don’t know how my story will end, but I do know how it all began!
For Sean and Gareth, Marie, dad, mom, my dear sister, Glenda, Steve and the entire Wallace family and (yes, and you too,
Sharon)
with all my love
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CONTENTS
PART ONE
CHAPTER ONE: THE DAWN OF HOPE
CHAPTER TWO: THE REPORTER AND THE WRITER
A CHOICE
Book Two (perhaps): South Africa???
PART TWO
CHAPTER ONE: THE PASTOR-EVANGELIST
CHAPTER TWO: REVELATION: AN OVERVIEW
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE: DRIVEN: THE GRAND PRIX CHAMPION
PART FOUR:
CHAPTER ONE: THE DAWN OF HOPE
“Willy Vlautin tells a story of resilience and hope , even if it's merely a glimmer amid despair and
misfortune. Charley's hard-luck tale is a celebration of sorts of the human spirit’s tenacity, writes Steve
Walker .
Charley’s tale is one of resilience. He is never daunted by the scale or nature of the difficulties that
confront him, never sickened by the depravity that surrounds him. Underneath this almost crushing
weight there is hope. It may only be a tiny spark, but it exists and it is that flicker that keeps the
characters going. The novel is a celebration – albeit a bleak one – of the human spirit’s powers of
perseverance.”
Sourced from findarticles.com/p/news-articles/sunday-star…/ai_n53155907/
“The spring of hope is universal, eternal and will never run dry.”
Author Unknown
The Four Candles burned slowly. Their Ambience was so soft you could hear them speak…
The first candle said, “I Am Peace, but these days, nobody wants to keep me lit.”
Then Peace’s flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.
The second candle says, “I Am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable.”
Then Faith’s flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.
Sadly the third candle spoke, “I Am Love and I haven’t the strength to stay lit any longer.” “People put me aside
and don’t understand my importance. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them.”
And waiting no longer, Love goes out completely.
Suddenly…
A child enters the room and sees the three candles no longer burning.
The child begins to cry, “Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end.”
Then the Fourth Candle spoke gently to the little boy, “Don’t be afraid, for I Am Hope, and while I still burn, we
can re-light the other candles.”
With Shining eyes the child took the Candle of Hope and lit the other three candles.
Never let the Flame of Hope go out of your life.
With Hope, no matter how bad things look and are…Peace, Faith and Love can Shine
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CHAPTER TWO: THE REPORTER AND THE WRITER
THE REPORTER
Tags: Books, new books, To the End of the Rainbow, reporter, writer, author
THE WRITER
Craig has a 'passion' for writing books that tell stories about people doing positive things in this often
so hard, sometimes unkind world, occasionally so cruel, yet always amazing world He loves 'telling
tales', sharing true stories that leave the reader feeling uplifted, empowered and perhaps hopefully even
inspired.
Craig is currently writing 'To The End of the Rainbow' (this manuscript).
"Damon Galgut is an impressive writer, who writes perceptively about the South African situation with
a universal perspective."
- anon
THE CHOICE
And every time c came to a cross-roads in his "rather eventful" life (and they were many of them, key intersections, life
crises and time to make major decisions, choices on what path to follow, that would have significant impact on the way his
life unfolded. So c followed her instinct, gut feeling, the line of least resistance, heart, whatever you may wish to call it. It
really was a battle between the mind and the heart... and her heart ALWAYS won!
So c chose the highest path, "the road less travelled".
And so c carried on writing... and here it is!
"The path (the mind) chooses the route you are travelling on; but, most importantly, the heart determines the direction. Just
keep moving... one step at a time in the right direction through following your heart.. and one sunny day you'll get there... to
the end, the Source of the rainbow."
–
craig
– *
READER'S CHOICE
To become a sports reporter or a political reporter.
Or perhaps even a writer... maybe even an author... one day?
Then what to write fiction, non-fiction, political, "inspirational"?
YOU choose!
* *
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THE WRITER
This one has chosen his (her) path, "the road less travelled, ("the higher path??")...and we'll see where
it all leads.
I will write and am writing stories (true) drawn from the rich tapestry of life. Stories like...
THE CAPACITY FOR HOPE
Underneath almost crushing weights, there is always hope, even if its only a glimmer. It may be only a
tiny spark, but it exists... and it's the flicker that keeps people going.
This tale is one of resilience. The story is a celebration - albeit a bleak one - of the human spirit's
powers of perseverance.
So HOPE is the writers only and last-remaining chance.
“There is hope in the desert of despair, an oasis of the human spirit.
This work is a celebration of the tenacity of the human spirit.
And it's not just in some of us...it's in ALL of us!
It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
- Sir Edmund Hillary, conquerer of Mount Everest (1919-2008)
"Aim at heaven and you'll have earth thrown in."
- CS Lewis
READER'S CHOICE
Go to BOOK TWO
PART FOUR: SOUTH AFRICA, "the still beloved country"
PART TWO:
CHAPTER ONE: THE PASTOR-EVANGELIST
Key words (Tags): Books, new books, pastor, evangelist,faith, 'To the End of the
Rainbow'
These are some short extracts from craig's latest work, that is "really writing
itself", titled 'To the End of the Rainbow'
*
God's strategy is people. Working IN and THROUGH us. Then we are working with
God... You are in perfect alignment with God's agenda, God's plan, His energy and
His Will.
"Thy will be done..."
*
Believe in JESUS - a focus for one's faith
Choose to follow his teachings or not (easier); but if you do you will be empowered
by the Holy Spirit.
Doing it requires commitment
Every end is a new beginning.
The Book of Revelation was written in the 90's A.D by the apostle John during his
exile on the island of Patmos. It was adressed to seven churches in Asia Minor.
Revelation has been called "the treatise for hard times", because its audience was
suffering severe persecution. Christianity was growing in numbers but was
constantly in direct conflict with the morals and religions of the time. The church
was in a "life-and-death" struggle.
John assures the believers that the outcome of history is in God's hands. In a
series of visions, God reveals to John in prophetic symbolism the Second Coming of
Jesus Christ and the creation of a new world. John also warns the church that tough
times are coming; but they must hold onto hope. God will gain victory over the
negative forces and evil powers in the world.
"Tough times never last, but tough people do."
-Dr Robert H Schuller
Through the revelation to John we are assured that God will restore to believers
their rightful position with God in the new creation.
Every end truly is a new beginning.
Jesus in Revelation
The book is indeed "The Revelation of Jesus Christ", since it comes from Him and
centers on Him. It begins with a vision of His glory, wisdom and power, and
portrays his authority over the entire world.
He returns in power to judge His enemies and to reign as the Lord over all. In
short, The Revelation of the Coming of Jesus Christ and His Ultimate Triumph.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there will be no more death,
nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have
passed away... Behold I make all things new."
21:4,5 (NKJV)
From 'The New Possibility Thinkers Bible' by Robert H Schuller and Paul D Dunn
Published by Thomas Nelson Publishers
Copyright 1996 by Thomas Nelson, Inc
"There was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald."
4:3 (NKJV)
"And a rainbow was on his head, his face was like the sun, and his feet like
pillars of fire."
10:1 (NKJV)
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
“
Amen.
Revelation 22:21 (NKJV)
Every end is a new beginning.
IF YOU HAVE THE FAITH, GOD HAS THE POWER
CHAPTER TWO: REVELATION: AN OVERVIEW
Key words: Revelation, 'The New Possibility Thinkers Bible' by Robert H Schuller and Paul D Dunn
Every end is a new beginning.
The Book of Revelation was written in the 90s A.D by the apostle John during his exile on the island of Patmos. It was
adressed to seven churches in Asia Minor.
Revelation has been called "the treatise for hard times", because its audience was suffering severe persecution. Christianity
was growing in numbers but was constantly in direct conflict with the morals and religions of the time. The church was in a
"life-and-death" struggle.
John assures the believers that the outcome of history is in God's hands. In a series of visions, God reveals to John in
prophetic symbolism the Second Coming of Jesus Christ and the creation of a new world. John also warns the church that
tough times are coming; but they must hold onto hope. God will gain victory over the negative forces and evil powers in the
world.
"Tough times never last, but tough people do."
Through the revelation to John we are assured that God will restore to believers their rightful position with God in the new
creation.
Every end truly is a new beginning.
Jesus in Revelation
The book is indeed "The Revelation of Jesus Christ", since it comes from Him and centers on Him. It begins with a vision
of His glory, wisdom and power, and portrays his authority over the entire world.
He returns in power to judge His enemies and to reign as the Lord over all. In short, The Revelation of the Coming of Jesus
Christ and His Ultimate Triumph.
"And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there will be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no
more pain, for the former things have passed away... Behold I make all things new."
21:4,5 (NKJV)
From 'The New Possibility Thinkers Bible' by Robert H Schuller and Paul D Dunn
Published by Thomas Nelson Publishers
Copyright 1996 by Thomas Nelson, Inc
"There was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald."
4:3 (NKJV)
"And a rainbow was on his head, his face was like the sun, and his feet like pillars of fire."
10:1 (NKJV)
Shared by craig
"The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all.
Amen.
Revelation 22:21 (NKJV)
PART THREE
CHAPTER ONE
DRIVEN: THE GRAND PRIX CHAMPION
Tags: Motor racing, Formula One, Grand Prix racing, Grand Prix champion(s), Grand Prix driver, books, books
by Craig Lock, 'Endless Possibilities, Far and Great Horizons'.
THE GRAND PRIX DRIVER
It was one day in the year 1961, whilst driving home after the South African Grand Prix in East London, that the
young boy told his father that Jim Clark would one day be the champion driver of the world. The young boy was
in a bad mood, because the young Clark had beaten his hero, Stirling Moss. And for the next few years the
young South African boy followed the rising Scot star's ascending career with great interest and pride. So that
the new shooting star eventually usurped the place of the now retired old hero, Moss after his near fatal accident
at Goodwood, UK...until it too was tragically extinguished in a minor race at Hockenheim, Germany in 1968.
And that night in the "early sixties", the young boy lay on his bed and read the race program, over again and
again. Then he fell asleep and dreamt, peacefully, blissfully. Perhaps one day... one sunny day...
"If you can dream it, then you can DO it!"
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EPILOGUE
THE GRAND PRIX CHAMPION
The Grand Prix driver crossed the finishing line beneath the colourful banner stretching across the width of the
oil and rubber smeared tarmac below to win the Monaco Grand Prix in the year that was 2009. Exhausted (both
mentally and physically) and saturated with sweat, the champion driver raised his arms, in celebration, glorious
triumph, knowing that he had driven his last.. and the best ever race in his long and illustrious career.
As the great champion of the world drove under the banner proclaiming 'Sport for Peace' and received the
chequered flag to the silent roars of the crowd, he also knew that a new chapter in his rather eventful life, yet
also his greatest challenge lay in the days ahead.
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P.S: To dearest dad, see the dream never died!
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QUESTION FOR THE READER
Does The Grand Prix champion crash... or retire (at the very "top of his game, the pinnacle of his chosen sport")
"It is a celebration of a man s unique vision, a vision that reaches out and shines, touching with magic the drama
of life across all its limitless horizons."
-anon
"Our talents are our gifts from God; but what we do with our talents are our gifts TO God."
"Only when you ve been in the deepest valley can a person know what it's like to stand on the highest peak."
-inspiring words from "guess who"? It was Richard Nixon, former United States President
"Hold fast to your dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly."
-American poet, Langston Hughes
"Together, one mind, one heart, one life at a time, let s see how many people we can impact, encourage,
empower, uplift and perhaps even inspire to reach their fullest potentials...and so become ever more champions
of life"
written on 27th September in the year 2010
BOOK TWO: SOUTH AFRICA
originally written Jan 1995
PART FOUR
THE CAPACITY FOR HOPE: "KAFFIR BOY"
"A very powerful, but at the same time angry and moving autobiography about life under apartheid -altogether
an excellent and revealing book."
"The capacity of HOPE .
Underneath almost crushing weights, there is always hope, or at least the capacity for hope...even if it's only a
glimmer. It may be only a tiny spark, but it exists... always and it's this flicker that keeps people going."
”There is hope in the desert of despair, an oasis of the human spirit.
"It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
-Sir Edmund Hillary, conquerer of Mount Everest (1919-2008)
This tale is one of resilience. In one sense the novel is a celebration -albeit a bleak one -of the human spirit's
powers of perseverance.
Hope is the writers only chance.
This work is a celebration of the tenacity of the human spirit.
And it's not just in some of us...it's in ALL of us!
"It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
-Sir Edmund Hillary, conquerer of Mount Everest (1919-2008)
I will write and am writing stories (true) drawn from the rich tapestry of life. Stories like the one of Mark
Mathabane's ' KAFFIR BOY'#
# As adapted from the book 'KAFFIR BOY' * by Mark Mathabane (Pan Books in association with Bodley Head
1986).
* a highly derogatory term denoting black people and used by racists from the old South Africa, by the way
A very powerful, but at the same time angry and moving autobiography about life under apartheid -altogether an
excellent and revealing book. I have largely based my "character sketch" on the author's early experiences.
Thank you for sharing your experiences with me, Mark and providing me "sheltered me living in white suburbia"
with so much information about the horrendous indignities of township life under Apartheid.
Craig Lock ("white boy runnng").
as written January in the year 1995
***********************
THE BOOK 'KAFFIR BOY' (by MARK MATHABANE): THE CAPACITY FOR HOPE
Tags; Books, 'Kaffir Boy', Mark Mathabane, South Africa, hope, 'To the End of the
Rainbow', reporter
Underneath almost crushing weights, there is always hope, even if its only a
glimmer. It may be only a tiny spark, but it exists... and it's the flicker that
keeps people going.
This tale is one of resilience. In one sense the novel is a celebration - albeit a
bleak one - of the human spirit's powers of perseverance.
Hope is the writers only chance.
This work is a celebration of the tenacity of the human spirit.
And it's not just in some of us...it's in ALL of us!
"It's not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves."
-Sir Edmund Hillary, conquerer of Mount Everest (1919-2008)
"Aim at heaven and you'll have earth thrown in."
-CS Lewis
* *
I will write and am writing stories (true) drawn from the rich tapestry of life.
Stories like the one of Mark Mathabane's ' KAFFIR BOY'#
# As adapted from the book 'KAFFIR BOY' * by Mark Mathabane (Pan Books in
association with Bodley Head 1986).
* a highly derogatory term denoting black people and used by racists from the old
South Africa, by the way
A very powerful, but at the same time angry and moving autobiography about life
under apartheid - altogether an excellent and revealing book. I have largely based
my character sketch on the author's early experiences. Thank you for sharing your
experiences with me, Mark and providing me "sheltered me living in white suburbia"
with so much information about the horrendous indignities of township life under
Apartheid.
Craig Lock ("white boy runnng").
as written January in the year 1995
KAFFIR BOY
CHAPTER ONE
"I don't know how my story will end, but I can tell you a bit of how it all
began...
I remember it all so well, so many years ago. Peter, I'll tell you something of my
childhood there, because I'm sure you really don't know all that much about life in
the black urban townships. Even now after all your years as a reporter.
I suppose my life as a young boy must have been just the same as that of millions
of black children living in the townships on the Reef: teeming townships, like
Atteridgeville and Mamelodi (near the great white city of Pretoria), Kagiso (near
Randfontein) and Modderfontein. And to the east, places like Daveyton (near
Benoni). Then further south, the huge sprawling area of Soweto (named after the
south-western townships), Katlehong, Vosloorus, Kwa Thema (near Springs)...all the
way down to Sebokeng township and Sharpeville right next to white Vereeniging. In
the township of Lenasia just south of Soweto, lived many many Indians...but I don't
know much about them. Altogether a mass of black people eking out a
living...millions and millions of them.
So where did it all begin? I was born in Alexandra in the year 1960. That was
before most of the township was demolished and the people were moved. Alexandra lay
about ten miles north of Johannesburg. The Alexandra of my childhood and my youth
was a real shanty-town, peopled by a throng of humanity filled with poverty and
despair. Although there were a few decent houses, most people lived under
conditions of extreme hardship. Yet the place had an atmosphere all of its own the
vibrancy. Jaaa! Peter, it is so difficult to describe. I can still remember it
all clearly...from my long lost childhood.
There were 'dongas' (ditches) everywhere in the dirt, lots of gutters in the
unpaved pot-holed streets with puddles of water everwhere. The downpours pelting
down under a blackened sky from the heavy summer rains. Nearly always in the late
afternoon it was. However, even on the bright days the township of Alexandra was
constantly shrouded by a heavy blanket of smog...yet the people seemed happy. At
least most of the time!
The narrow streets were numbered from one to twenty three. First avenue was where
the Indians, the cream of Alexandra's "ghetto" society lived and where they traded
from their packed stalls. The Indians first came to South Africa in 1860 as
labourers to work the sugar cane fields of Natal; but I'm sure you know all about
them. A very hard-working race of people, don't you think Peter?
Second, third and fourth avenues were where the 'mulatto' skinned Coloureds lived the
result of the first Dutch settlers coming to the Cape in the year 1652. And
without their wives what else could have been expected, but mixing with the black
indigenous peoples'? And that consequent misgenation has caused untold problems in
this beautiful country of ours.
The rest of the hubbing township of Alexandra was peopled by black faces, of many
many shades - from a coffee coloured light black to the very darkest black - just
like coal. These various peoples and tribes, this peaceful mingling of humanity,
spoke a variety of languages. Our language was Venda, but there was also Zulu,
Sotho and Tsonga, the language of most of my friends. Altogether, there were over
100000 people all crammed together - or rather I should say Peter, squeezed into a
mere space of about one square mile.
My parents originally came from the tribal reserves. My father came from the now
"so-called independant homeland" of the Vendas in the far north-west corner of the
Transvaal (the northern boundary is close to the border with Zimbabwe). My father
was born in Thohoyandou, which is the capital of Venda. Incidentally, the word
means 'head of the elephant'. In case you don't know Peter, it lies east of the
farming town of Louis Trichardt.
My father came to Johannesburg to seek work in the early nineteen fiftees, soon
after that Nationalist government under Dr DF Malan brought into all those damn
apartheid laws to regulate us black people. Apparently there was no work in that
barren place, just like it is today. My dear mother Sina was from Gazankulu, a
tribal reserve for the Tsonga people in the North Eastern Transvaal. It was in the
township of Alexandra that my dear parents met. Then my father paid 'lobola ' (or
bride price) in the form of cattle to my mother's family in Gazankulu and they
married according to tribal custom. Because they were from different tribes, their
families did not really approve of the union...and I don't know which tribal
ceremony was conducted. Perhaps both! There they rented a shack in the township.
Well that is what they told me.
We lived in a 'kaya' which was our little house. To be perfectly honest, it was
really nothing more than a dingy shack perched precariously near a 'donga'. The
house was very small and consisted of two small rooms (about 15 X 15 feet, so my
dear mother now tells me). It overlooked an unlit, unpaved, potholed street. The
interior of the 'kaya' was flaked with old whitewash, together with a leaky ceiling
of rusted zinc. All this flimsy structure was propped up by a thin wall of
crumbling bricks. The floor was made of patches of earth and cement, on which we
slept at night-time. I recall I slept on a coir mat, but I still frooze. It is so
cold here at night on the highveld, especially in winter. Although it was meant to
be kept outside, we kept the brazier burning inside the whole night long; but it
was very dangerous - there are a lot of terrible fires you know!
The interior of the 'kaya', our shack was quite dingy, dark in fact, Peter. There
were just two tiny windows made of cardboard and pieces of glass. The glass had
been shattered by 'tsotsis' (hoodlums/gangsters) throwing stones at us. Unlike I
hear in the tribal homelands, we did not have to go far to gather water. There was
a communal tap in the middle of the yard. However, we only had one tap to share
with about one hundred of the residents in the immediate vicinity of our yard. So
there were always long queues of women there waiting to draw water...but 'ma'
didn't seem to mind, as she passed the time gossiping away ith her neighbours.
Women never stop chattering away, do they Peter! It's not quite your Houghton...or
is it Constantia now?”
*
'DIE BOERSEUN EN DIE ROOINEK SOUTIE'
Tags (key words): books, South Africa, Rian Malan, My Traitor's Heart, great books, 'rooinek', 'soutie'
MY TRAITOR'S HEART by RIAN MALAN
Blood and Bad dreams:
A South African Explores the Madness in His Country, His Tribe and Himself
Published by Vintage (1990)
*
Then he (Malan) started to write the book South Africa wanted him to write. The book about how and why we kill
each other, 'My Traitor's Heart'.
"How do I live in this strange place?"
-Bernoldus Niemand, from the Boer reggae song, 'Reggae Vibes Is Cool'
*
Don Mattera (former gang leader, known as "Bra Zinger")
I don't know it will end, but I can tell you HOW it began.
"We were poised on the cusp of history"
"The tide of history had turned"
"On the trash-heap of history"
'mlungu' = white man
"It might be hard for you to understand this being an outsider; but South Africa holds the souls of its sons and
daughters in an almost inescapable gasp. History cast all of us in a strange and gripping drama, but I had
deserted the stage. I had no idea what my role was, and felt I would never be whole until I found out!"
"I didn't learn about the paradox by living in South Africa's white suburbs; I learnt about it on the police beat."
-Rian Malan
"To live in Africa, you must know what it's like to die in Africa."
-Ernest Hemingway
"It's a celebration of a man's unique vision, a vision which reaches out and shines, touching with magic the
drama of life across it's limitless horizons."
-anon
*
CHAPTER : THE END
SPLENDOUR
The two bitter adversaries, sworn enemies for so many years clasped and shook hands, firmly; then embraced
each other warmly. They raised each others hands to the heavens. Resplendent were the bright beams of
forgiveness for past deeds, evil deeds and grace that shone forth.
And overhead, gently breaking over the pitch black horizon, in grandiose splendour, the golden early morning
sun announced the coming of a beautiful new day...one filled with great insight and brilliant light in a new
glorious dawn. Resplendent in the bright glory of God, a bright morning star overhead to guide these two leaders
of the twentieth century and their lives .. forever.
(resplendent in the bright glory of God, a bright morning star to guide him and his life... forever)
Know that the sun is going to rise.
"That light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts."
- 2 Peter 1 :19
NOTE:
The star rises in the east before the sun; it sets in the west after the sun.
UNTIL the morning star rises in your hearts. (It's not the sun, Aurora; but the evening planet star Venus)
- source Derek Prince
It's a darkness that we will illuminate with our hearts.
' saw it in imagination rising with glorious splendour out of the chaotic darkness in which it had been
so long ...
'
THE END
TO THE END OF THE RAINBOW
by Craig Lock
C Copyright 2010
All Rights Reserved
No reproduction in any form without the
Permission of the Author,
Craig Lock: clock.slingshot.co.nz
Published by Craig Lock
2 Elm St
Gisborne 4010
New Zealand
Layout and design by www.lulu.com
Printed by www.lulu.com
First published 2010
Copies of this book can be ordered from :
www.lulu.com/craiglock
Email:clock.slingshot.co.nz
Or write to 2 Elm St,
Gisborne 4010
New Zealand
ISBN 9419597
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