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Grace & Favour: Jul ’01 – Dec ’01


2009
02.25

When you prepare yourself to go to the mission field for the first time it is a pretty challenging time. All the questions in your mind, all the opinions of people around you and even all the opinions of your closest friends, believers and family. I think the faith to believe in the vision in your heart is never tested again as in those times. Even when you are in the field and things are not going as you have hoped for, you at least have the previous testimonies of how God came through to keep you motivated, but when you are putting your first step out of the boat, man I tell you, it is scary and exciting all in one.

So I joined OM(Operation Mobilisation) in June 2001 with a 2 year commitment for starters. First it was 6 months of training at OM South Africa’s base just outside of Pretoria, South Africa. Back to team life and living in a group. Eating in groups, sleeping in groups, studying in groups, breathing in groups, hehe. Really getting your “personal bubble” invaded. That was cool for me because all my high school I was in a hostel, so nothing new. The first 6 weeks was just staying on the base studying the Bible and being prepared for cross cultural experiences. This time also included working through a kind of inner healing series of seminars on the father heart of God. Just to get some of the old baggage out of the way before you go into your first outreach.

In my mind I thought that I would do training and somewhere close to the end the Lord will start to talk to me about where to go for the rest of my 2 year commitment. But it was in the second week during our Wednesday prayer time where the request for a person was shared to join a team of missionaries to pioneer a field in Luanda, Angola, who is able to teach Computer Literacy. And it’s not difficult to figure out how it works when you are the only person on the training team in preparation for the following year to go to a field and you are the only one from an IT background. Except from that, I always hoped that I could be part of a pioneer mission. To break new ground. Be careful what you wish for, because you might just get it!!! hehe.

The first outreach was in Gazankulu, now known as the Limpopo Valley in a town called Kildare. Our complete training team was divided into 4 smaller groups and each group visited a different village. 2 Weeks in a place with your food rations per week being brought by the leadership and that is it. Living in tents and somehow trying to figure out what the heck is going on around you. Planning your program for the rest of the two weeks and getting to know each team member anew as  the group is smaller and more closely knit together. Getting to know the local church that is hosting us and working with the leadership to guide us. I think the biggest realisation for us all was the first hand experience of the language barrier issue. Even though you knew it was coming the emotions you go through trying to communicate your heart with these people are just sometimes overwhelming. Feelings of uselessness. Feelings of frustration. But once again God is so faithful to just love us and I think sometimes chuckling while saying to himself, “tried to tell you”.

Overall it was a very sobering experience and we went back after the two weeks to share in everyone’s seriousness about how unprepared we really are to come from our culture thinking we are going to help the other people, who end up helping you more.

There was two more outreaches over the 6 months, both in the Johannesburg area. One more of two weeks in Lenasia, mostly a Hindu and Muslim community, and a week in Bertrams, a poor residential area next to Hillbrow in Johannesburg.

Early December, I think, we graduated and it was time to go back home before I would go and join the team preparing to start the mission field in Luanda, capital of Angola. If I need to single out one thing that I learnt in the midst of some of the best teaching on good biblical exegesis, culture, world religions, etc. is that the “mission” is about people and not about the message itself. A worthy saying that we learnt was that you need to deserve the right to be heard when entering into another people group’s culture to “teach” them something. To be stripped from yourself and your “ways” of being a christian. But to be the loving hand of God for the people you are trying to reach with the message of hope.

I’m posting the video that we made for each one as a remembrance to 6 months of being prepared by God himself for not only a medium term outreach, but as a missionary for life! You will need a fast connection to view the lengthy video(28Mb). 

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Grace & Favour: Feb ’00-Jun ’01


2009
02.19

Well I was pretty sold-out ever since then as I had someone to live my life for. This didn’t mean that all went well from then on and I think that is the common misunderstanding that people have with this “religion” thing. It has nothing to do with “doing something” to be “blessed” or having a “good” life. In the past 9 years I’ve met many people who really think I’ve changed my life only because I couldn’t “cut it in the real world” and as a result of that I’m moving to a different kind of “society”. This statement is built on the misunderstanding that exists due to a message that christians have been telling people for a long time.”I’ve chosen to follow Christ”, they say, as if He is a political/ideological leader and then the person is following a kind of sub-culture to prosper from it in the future somewhere.

My choice to “become christian” is solely based on my personal experience of a God who was interested in me even before I was making any changes. It’s got nothing to do for me about my future. I could live or die tomorrow, but I know I have Him NOW, and that is enough.

I can’t remember much of the year+ that followed until I joined Operation Mobilisation(OM). Even when the business closed down in August 2000 and unemployment was my general daily activity I still had this new found richness within me. Through all the uncertainty it was really just a day to day thing. I started to learn to play guitar, something that I always wanted to do and I also got involved in the youth ministry at the church where I was at that time. I had friends that was interested in my well being and that was enough for me at that time. To such an extent that even when I was still battling to quit smoking, my one friend pulled the cigarette from my mouth and that was the end of it. I think some people would’ve been offended if someone done that to them, but that was the level of honesty we had with one another. He knew I wanted to quit, so he just “helped” me. Life really became so easy. I don’t want to worry about tomorrow, because it’ll all be okay.

I think this is the difference between people who practice a religion and people who honestly know God. For any person in this modern era it would sound very irresponsible to say something like, “I don’t care about tomorrow”, but I truly have found a peace in a living person that does direct my path and is faithfull when he says “the thoughts I have for you are of peace and a future of hope”. And here comes the hateful word of the modern mind, faith. Now that I’m looking back at my life with God 9 years later I can only say one thing. He is faithful, in other words, he is real first of all and secondly he is what he tells us about himself in the bible, not necessarily always what other people tells us about him from the bible. It was my own life with him that brought me along this road. I’ve listened to many people talk about God and many of the things they’ve said have helped me along the way in my understanding of him, but more things are collecting dust on the shelves of my memory as we so many times look to learn of God from man and not from the source himself.

Possibly the greatest influence in my life at that time was one specific singer/songwriter with the name of Louis Britz. Specifically a song with the title “Gekruisigde hande(Crucified hands)”. More and more I felt that God is calling me to a form of “co-workership” with Him(refer 1 Cor 3:9). I met some people that was full time in ministry with OM and on one of their pamphlets I saw a face of a young man,Willem Koortz, that was in high school with me. Even though he was a year younger that what I was he was one person who really stood out to me to be a “real christian”. In my mind I knew that if he was part of this organisation then this is a place for real christians. I wanted to join, but it really wasn’t time yet. This was more or less a few months after I came to know Christ. I knew this was what God wanted me to do with Him and it was only a matter of time. So I continued living my life and making use of every opportunity that God brought on my way, even if it meant to sing a song for two old people in a room that couldn’t even walk anymore. I fixed people’s pc’s, shared my testimonies with groups who invited me, really anything that came along my way. I even worked as a petrol-boy at a fuel and gas depot for a month(Dec 2000). Little did I know that the owner of the company would be one of my biggest financial supporters when I was in the mission field for 2 years.

To summarize this time ranging from February 2000 to June 2001 I can only say one thing. It was a time of getting to know a person, yes God as we would call him in general, but came to know God at an early time in my walk with him as a person who asks us to come boldly to his throne of grace(Heb. 4:16). It was also a time of getting to know amazing people who contributed in no small manner to my life and character. What would we be without our fellow believers? This time of my life was also landmarked by the choice my father made to follow Christ. What an amazing time it has been.

The next part I would share my story from where I was doing missions training in Pretoria with Operation Mobilisation and from now on I have pictures & stuff to share. Till next time, Louw.

9 Yrs of Grace & Favour:Part1


2009
02.16

Well as I said, I’m going to make an attempt at capturing my life since I’ve met Jesus in the year 2000. When I’m thinking of sharing all the things that I’ve done and places where I’ve been, I feel as if I’m very vain. The reality is however that it is not my intention at all to make myself look good, but it is a journey for me first off all, in the sense of picking up the trail and remembering as much as possible. Even though I haven’t posted anything yet, it is amazing to let my thoughts go on so many events and then to fondly remembering how it was the Lord who did it in my life. In my own heart I’m “minimized”(thanks bill gates for adding that term to the world in a practical manner, hehe) as I’m completely in awe of how God provided, protected, guided, disciplined, quieted, moved, taught and loved me over these past 9 years. What an amazing experience just to recollect all the events, situations, people and “seasons” that God used to reveal Himself to me, a very hard-headed, stubborn, DIY kinda guy.

At the age of 20 I was working as a young IT technician in a office support business. Life was at that time, what I could call, a monotanous hell. In the midst of a very sociable life I was struggling with the question of usefulness of life. The thought of just getting up, work, socialising,sleep troubled me intensely to a point where I was even thinking of this in my bed at night. When I looked back on my short life I could only see wasted time. Wasted on material things, pleasurable times with people and an everlasting strive towards significance in my own strength.

Sport always played an important role in my life as this was the place I many times could excel in what I do. Especially ball sports and connected with the social aspect it was fun to be part of people who enjoyed it. This is where I got involved with people who where more or less my age, but they enjoyed their life in a contentment and completeness even though they were the people I would normally call the “social rejects”, who didn’t go to the social places I normally went to and didn’t measure their accomplishments in fights won, girls laid or their resistance to substances like alcohol and drugs. I would also like to add that they were people who didn’t even get kicks out of making other people “less” than what they are in a form of sub-culture superiority(i.e. the Brandy& Coke blokes vs the Whiskey boys) People who were at ease with themselves and their circumstances. Another thing that bothered me a bit was the fact that these people were sold out to this “God” concept. hmmmm. I wanted what they had so much, but who they where, was so completely not me.

So back in bed one night, somewhere in February 2000, I thought that I’m just gonna take a chance. I’ve got nothing to lose and I remember my words: ” If you are out there, this God of love, of whom these people are talking about, take this useless life and see if you can do something with it”. I woke up the following day and went to work as usual, not even thinking of what I “prayed” out of frustration and helplessness. The day went along fine and it was about 4 in the afternoon as I was alone in the workshop and busy servicing a HP Deskjet printer when the thought struck me. I’m feeling good. I feel so free, so released, so calm, so peacefull. Then I remembered my little “prayer” of the previous night and it was as if a soft blanket was being poured over me that said, “Yes, I am here”. I can remember how I just sat there and didn’t know what to say. Is this for real? Someone / something is really putting his hand on me and saying that he is here. I didn’t feel it in my body or in my emotions, but on a much deeper and more tangible, “closer to home” level. In a place that I would now call my spirit. I felt God putting His hand on my spirit and saying Hi.

Then all the legacy of living in a “christian” society started kicking in. But how can it be? I didn’t stop drinking, fornicating, cursing or any of that sort. My life is a mess and here God is saying Hi!!! I didn’t have any scriptures in my memory that He could use to show me His heart, but somehow I knew that this is real as this is love, real love. Someone who doesn’t judge me and expect me to pitch at a certain standard to gain his/her favour. That was something that my life was built on, love me and I’ll love you. Hate me and I’ll kick your teeth out, but here comes a God in whom there is no unrighteousness and still he talks to me without judgement. He became real for me for the first time in my life and if He is showing His care for me in the midst of my position, then I’m willing to surrender this useless life to him, and I did.

What fond memories to think of that day. I can’t really remember, but I don’t think I ever really speak to anyone about it, because it was so close, fragile, intimate and mine. I carried on doing my own thing and trying to figure out what the implications was of this in my life and then my “God” friends asked me if I didn’t want to join them on a youth camp in Witsand for a weekend. I think I almost shouted YES! I was so hungry to get to know this God who is interested in me more and the theme for the weekend was “The Fatherheart of God” with a youth pastor, Peet Palm, being the preacher for the weekend. With amazing live music and the freedom to express your heart before God and solid teaching I really, truly experienced God showing me that I’m his son through Christ my saviour because of what He has done for me, yes for me even.

I got home that Sunday afternoon and called my parents into one room and just started sharing with them what the last 2 months have happened in my life and that I’ve experienced God’s love in a tangible way and that He is soooooo real. I could never be the same again. Not only because of the weekend, but because of something that happended the Sunday evening back home, I visited one of the girls in the youth group who needed to go for tests on her “skildklier”(dunno what it is in english) which was abnormally enlarged. So in my flamingly new found faith I thought I’d ask God to heal her and we prayed together. The test showed that week a 50+% reduction in size. WOW!!! Here I am, just ‘n young man, and God is using me to help people in their faith. Romans 5:8 became a reality for me: “But God has shown us how much he loves us—it was while we were still sinners that Christ died for us!” Part 2 will continue soon . . .

2k-’09: 9 Years of Grace & Favour


2009
02.06

As I gather my thoughts to start somewhere i realise that it’s been about 9 years ago since I met Jesus in the workshop of Zoe Office Support, an IT company, shortly before I turned 21. It’s really been an amazing journey to date and I hope I can recollect as much as possible. I think it is going to be more of an experience for me to look back over the last 9 years in as much detail as possible, than what it would be to the reader. So, slowly but shurely my story will unfold. Later, Louw

DR-Church, 08 Youthweek

DR-Church, 08 Youthweek