The Chosen Spirit paged, deep in thought, through the Big Chronicle Book. He remembered the Big Godly Covenant, that a small remnant will indeed keep turning, to the salvation of the earth. But through the winds of time, it was windswept so wide. Yes, from the promised land, throughout Europe, many Chronicle Generations took a wide turn. But only a meagre remnant kept on paging through the Big Chronicle Book.  

A selected seed-line landed in Table Bay more than three and a half centuries ago. The noble branch was fragile, but simultaneously also strong and tough. Over mountains and valleys, in groaning Kakebeen-wagon, this little volk could only fall when betrayed by their own blood, from their own midst.

From Jericho to Ai, yes from Europe to Table Bay, there is no turning back for Sion on the path to the New Jerusalem. There is a frail shelter in the wind that can eternally not be blown down by any wild wind.

Over the Chosen Boer the Dove (Holy Set-apart Spirit), the Eagle (Wisdom and Faith Spirit), and the Crow (Clairvoyant Prophetic Spirit), are hovering now, while the Cool Breeze (Communication with Elohim) are softly blowing around them.

Yes, Israel lies sown worldwide in Caucasian. And look, the Jew has guessed wrong about themselves, because it is the little Sion, fine and beautiful. She has already landed in Table Bay more than three and a half centuries ago.