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God's 3 Year Crash Course
God's 3 Year Crash Course
God's 3 Year Crash Course
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It's all about a Touch from God, that turned me upsidedown and insideout and then He taught me in 3 years, what most people learn in a Life time.

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Release dateJun 6, 2019
ISBN9781393850816
God's 3 Year Crash Course

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    God's 3 Year Crash Course - Tavis Oostingh

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    GOD'S 3 YEAR CRASH COURSE

    I grew up in South Africa in city called East London until the age of

    23. Where by I moved to a small town called Port Alfred, a coastal town a hundred and fifty kilometers from East London which is also situated on the coast of the Indian Ocean.

    My family life was the best and we spent all our weekends together, either fishing on the Ocean or walking the beaches and tidal rocks

    and rock pools in search of shellfish or just shells. We are a family of

    five and I'm the eldest of three brothers, mom had no problem keeping up with the boys on the Ocean and all five of us, earned our provincial colors and we fished many tournaments.

    Though my family life was the best, my school life was not. It began from day one, when I found myself a head taller than the rest of the kids and been my fathers son did not help. My father never dealt out

    any of the hidings, that was mothers job. Three sons and a mom with

    plenty of Irish in her and she took no prisoners. Dad on the other hand was to afraid of his own strength and never laid a hand on us, which is the part I inherited. Which became a problem at school because now the big guy was extremely vulnerable and was wide up- on for abuse. Not wanting to fight back I developed a safety mecha-

    nism that at the end of the day, would make things for me a lot worse,

    but at least kept my hands off them.

    I went through school known as a crybaby, which was the only way I could stop myself from taking anyone's head off or sending them to the hospital.

    But this took a heavy toll on me and I ended up shutting myself off from the world, other than the fishing fraternity where I spent my life

    with adults, not having to worry about childish kids.

    And by the time I was halfway through my schooling, I became a very angry person and had very few friends of the same age as me. It became a three month and sometimes I could make it to six months before the rage inside of me, would reach the surface where I could not control it anymore and I released it, by taking my fist to the nearest brick wall.

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    It was the only way I could release all that was inside of me and

    after pounding the wall, found myself empty of all the things that

    came before that moment, only to be refilled and start all over

    again. It got to a point when I was in standard 8 two years from matriculation, that all came to a head. I ended up in the principles office with something I did not do and it became the breaking point, where by I told the Headmaster what he could do with himself and the cane in his hand. I had been here many times before, accused of doing or been apart of something I had nothing

    to do with, but I had come to the point where I had, had enough.

    It went from a mole hill to a mountain in matter of minutes and my mother who was waiting in the car outside the school, ended up in the office with me. By the time it was all sorted out, I was caned six of the best and asked to leave the school at the end of the year. I ended up, at the Technical collage which just happen to across the street from the school that did not want me on their

    grounds anymore and there I studied Art. I am a naturally born

    Artist, born with a gift of been able to paint anything, taking a photo and reproducing it on a wall or canvas. Which became a

    problem for me there, in their classes as the monotonous   rep-

    etition of the same work became extremely boring for me. And I ended up leaving the college halfway through my time I should

    have been there. I was 17 turning 18, when I joined the family

    business, a marine business, where by we sold and repaired outboard engines, boats and spares.

    As a young child I had spent a lot time in the workshop of the business, watching my father repair the engines and fit out the new boats that were sold. So when I told him I wanted to work with him in the business, his reply was, "What do you know about

    repairing engines? To I replied, You see this engine here, this is

    what is wrong with it. " You see, at a very early age, I learnt how to steal with my eyes, something that would come in very handy down the road.

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    I worked in the family business for a few years, before I got called up

    to the Navy, the compulsory service all young South African men had to do.

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