2 December 2007, 10 AM
Apostle Andre Pelser

Every day at 12 o'clock, the cannon blasts on Signal Hill. The doves here in Cape Town in Adderley Street gets a fright every day, they never get used to that. What sign is that? The time of day can be a sign. The Bible says that in the last day there will be war and rumors of war. So every day we are reminded of the signs of the time and that there are wars and rumors of war, by a canon shot in our own city. What is the sign of Table Mountain? The last supper. You have the Devil on one side and a Lion on the other and the Twelfth Apostles behind it, and the table cloth laid.
My children are signs. Isaiah says here am I and the children you give me are signs to the people. The three places where we have pastored churches, those which we have planted, was in Johannesburg where Aje was born, Australia where Yvette was born, and Cape Town where Hilton was born. It is signs. The one in Pretoria I didn't plant, where I pastored, we have no children there. I can tell you other signs that are to me and Nola. If you look for signs you will find it.
This morning you know that the story I told you about my visit in Zimbabwe is true. The one where I preached on the same day, in the same town as Robert Mugabe's birthday. It is significant to me. It says that signs and wonders will follow you, not signs that will make you wonder. Signs are not just people falling over, if you can recognize them there are signs all the time. Signs of the times. Every day at 12 o'clock, the cannon blasts on Signal Hill. The doves here in Cape Town in Adderley Street gets a fright every day, they never get used to that. What sign is that? The time of day can be a sign. The Bible says that in the last day there will be war and rumors of war. So every day we are reminded of the signs of the time and that there are wars and rumors of war, by a canon shot in our own city. What is the sign of Table Mountain? The last supper. You have the Devil on one side and a Lion on the other and the Twelfth Apostles behind it, and the table cloth laid. My children are signs. Isaiah says here am I and the children you give me are signs to the people. The three places where we have pastored churches, those which we have planted, was in Johannesburg where Aje was born, Australia where Yvette was born, and Cape Town where Hilton was born. It is signs. The one in Pretoria I didn't plant, where I pastored, we have no children there. I can tell you other signs that are to me and Nola. If you look for signs you will find it. There is a pastor of Zambia here this morning and he read about our church in a magazine somewhere in Durban. The first time I went to Ndola I landed there on the airport, collected my bags and had to walk to the parking lot, a dusty parking lot where they have parked an old Combi. As we walked to the combi, a whirlwind came from over one side straight towards us with lots of dust, and the two men with me jumped to either side and this whirlwind came around me. I was in the whirlwind and thought that I was going to be taken up and I didn't know what to do next, I could hardly see. I could see the outline of the combi in the dust and I walked towards the combi. The whirlwind came from over there on the one side, stopped here, and I walked back in the direction from which it came and it went with me, all the way to the combi. When I climb into the combi it went some other way. When I got into the combi the two men went in and they were quiet. They told me that they have never seen something like this before. They have never met me before. It was a sign. I could have announced that I am an Apostle, planted so many churches and so on, but God send a whirlwind which we could not have predicted. Signs follow. We don't create the signs. All I did was spit dust, it was everywhere, in my nose, in my ears, in my pockets, in my eyes. I was filled with dust. I can write a book about signs, which I am busy with in between some other things. Just to prove to our generation that the things we read about in the Bible are still true today. Amen. Song of Solomon 5:2-16 ' 2 I sleep, but my heart wakes: it is the voice of my beloved that knocks, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. 3 I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? 4 My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. 5 I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, on the handles of the lock. 6 I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spoke: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. 7 The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. 8 I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him, that I am sick of love. 9 What is your beloved more than another beloved, O you fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you do so charge us? 10 My beloved is white and ruddy, the most chief among ten thousand. 11 His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven. 12 His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set. 13 His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh. 14 His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with sapphires. 15 His legs are as pillars of marble, set on sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as Lebanon, excellent as the cedars. 16 His mouth is most sweet: yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem. The word chief means to be conspicuous, to be raised up like a banner, or expanded in battle. In battle where they hold up the standard or the flag, they know it is like a rallying point, a place people can run to. It is the chief. The fairest of ten thousand. This is the verse that spoke to me when God gave me a vision of ten thousand people for a church in 1988, in Sydney, in Mike Wood's house. I have no plans or strategies to produce ten thousand people, because Jesus says that He will build His church however He wants to do it. Whether the third generation sees it from now, I have no ambition about. I am happy and at peace to serve wherever I can. But God said it and it will be. He told Abraham that he will be the father of a nation and he just saw a few. God said to him hat through him the whole world will be blessed and Abraham did not even know where Cape Town was. God is in no hurry to do everything in our short little lives. It is when we tamper with it that we want to see everything accomplished. And yet Hebrews 11:13 says that the heroes of faith died without receiving their promise, but they saw them afar off, welcomed it and embraced it. It is when we want to force things that we step out of God's sovereign will. When you follow man made systems you produce Ishmaels instead of Isaacs. I want to speak about recognizing Christ. I have found in my life, that the all together lovely one, the fairest of ten thousand, the lily of the valley, often comes into our lives and situations, as a divine intruder. He comes and intrudes in our personal live. He intrudes in our thought patterns. He interferes in our situations and in our plans, in our relationships, and we often shun Him and push Him away. And yet we know it is the voice of our beloved. We long for Him, and when He comes we ignore Him. He says He knocked and fiddled at the door to open it. What did the woman say? She must make herself beautiful first. When she was finally ready and