Archive for November, 2009

In Retrospect


2009
11.10
in-retrospect

I’m honest when I say that I look at the past weekend with a full heart as it slowly drifts off in the lingering images of yesterday. How do you define success or failure when you do not know how God works, or how deep He is involved with each and every life that was given to us for a timespan of 34 conscious hours. As the facalitator of the weekend program I would look at the group’s level of interaction as a sign of stimulation. Being a group that ranges from ages 10 – 18 in the end it is difficult to hold their attention when you are sharing with them about something. So the weekend was focused very much around specific activities that could then serve as a game with a life lesson.

Still I felt in my heart on Saturday morning that I can’t find the right way on how I can present them with the Message of Hope in a way that they can relate to, as I’m so separated from their daily realities at home.

As I set aside some time to reflect on the weekend, Tuesday morning, a song of Micheal W Smith came to mind about a girl who stood up in her circumstances and in the end it even cost her, her life. “This was her time, this was her dance, she lived every moment , left nothing to chance . . .” . These words became so true to me as I realised that this weekend wasn’t planned to be my “time”. Late Saturday morning I spoke to my wife to contact a girl who occasionally visits her who literally came from the same neighbourhood as these children, experienced the same circumstances and even once having her life threatened by the social problems in her mothers house. Also she would be able to relate to their feelings of hopelessness as she herself ended up in hospital in attempts of suicide. So we asked her if she would be willing to come and share her testimony with the kids and she was so excited as she said that she has been waiting for an opportunity to share with young people about her past, but mostly about how God has saved her in these dire circumstances.

Needless to say that the weekend was completely changed from just a “fun” weekend, to a weekend that led to a few kids making a objective decision about their own life and ultimately a choice to trust God for their life. After she shared with the kids I asked them to close their eyes and if they would like to make the same decision that this girl made in the midst of her circumstances, they should look me in the eyes. What an amazing opportunity to see how young people look at you and you can see the seriousness and the honesty when about half of the group indicated that they are making this decision in their own life.

*sigh* *pause*

This time when I’m pausing in my chain of thought it is not because of a feeling of being unshure, but simply as I’m sighing of relief of how God knows what He is doing, even when we don’t. hehe. So yes, I am humbled to see how God is able to truly visit young people who are walking sometimes no to far from the “valley of death” of which psalm 23 speaks about.

One last thing that I would like to reflect on is the blatant reality of the suffering that children face, emotionally, physically and spiritually, when parents choose not to walk in the ways that God calls His creation to walk in. If anyone dare to question this statement I would just ask him or her to commit some weekends for a few years to work with kids, and the evidence will be blatantly visible in each little face that gets burnt into your heart when you see the results of suffering that children go through due to the parents not walking in God’s ways.

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Louw

Multiple Realities . . .


2009
11.06
multiple-realities

This weekend I’m facalitating a camp with a group of children ranging in age from 13 -18. The group of children have been identified by one of the local welfare organisations and normally they bring groups of kids to remove them a bit from their day to day problems and “bless” them with a weekend doing fun stuff.

These kind of weekends are always emotionally draining for me as you share your heart and joy with them hoping that it would somehow be a blessing to them, only to find that on the Sunday afternoon that the reality of the place where they are going back to are almost instantly stealing the bit of joy that they might have experienced the weekend. Even when you have shared the message of Christ with them over the time of the weekend it seems as if the message is also clouded by the immense oppressive environment where they are returning to.

The question that then plagues my mind is how do I present this gospel so that it would not sound like what they have heard probably so many times, as the church in general find it easy to “share” the gospel to the poor, and even many times with a indirect promise of a “better” life. I believe this is the reason why I’ve found in my travels as a missionary and being involved in the lives of poor people, that the general assumption in the minds of poor people is that if I give my heart to the Lord, He will give relief. Due to the immense need that these people face, they grab at anything that might relieve their physical need in their desperation to rise above their circumstances.

*sigh* *pause*

How then do I present my message that will make sure that they see their spiritual need as more important, in their mind, as their physical need. In answer to my own question I would say that firstly I can’t do it at all. In the more “comfortable” christian life we have been somewhat dependant on having a speaker/leader/pastor that can theologically “convince” us of our spiritual condition and then from there we respond, without implying that this is the motive of the preacher. I know we all trust that the Holy Spirit will work in the hearts of the people we address, but still we tend to add our own capability to it.

Then I might find myself at a place where I would like to impart a certain “hope” to the people, but once again, it is the words of mere man who will not change the fact that I go to bed hungry, stop the domestic violence, stop the substance abuse and stop the emotional and/or physical abuse. By this time it seems an awry task to present a message that needs to challenge these conditions and it becomes more and more “dwarfed” by the magnitude of the physical reality.

BUT!!! There is a different reality. One of which the writer speaks in Romans 8:18 –  ”I am of the opinion that there is no comparison between the pain of this present time and the glory which we will see in the future. – BBE”. Even though it might seem for the human nature somewhat “useless”, this verse blessed me very much this morning: Mat 11:5  ”The blind see; those who were not able to, are walking; lepers are made clean; those who were without hearing, now have their ears open; the dead come to life again, and the poor have the good news given to them.”

So, irrelevant of my intellectual understanding, I will share the Gospel of Hope with the poor and trust that the Spirit of God will confirm it in the lives of these people who are conveniently forgotten about from day to day by the “regular” community. May they find the riches of Him and may He be so real to them that “nothing can compare to the promise I have in You”, to quote a well  known song that is being sung by churches all over the world, but then it stays true that it is easier to sing these words when my life is not that much challenged by circumstances.

Lord may our worship be in spirit and truth.

Louw

Rom 8:18  I am of the opinion that there is no comparison between the pain of this present time and the glory which we will see in the future.

en nog terugvoering . . .


2009
11.01
en-nog-terugvoering

Ek het die Here al tevore in my lewe ervaar, maar nooit werklik alles vir Hom gegee nie. Die kamp het my hele lewe verander! Saterdagaand was die beste, net daar en dan het my lewe verander. Ek het my hart oopgemaak teenoor die Here en ek het baie emosioneel geraak. Dit was egter nie van hartseer nie, maar van blydskap, want net daar het ek besef die Here is teenwoordig en dat Hy met my praat. Dit was die greatste gevoel ooit! Ek het stil geraak en met die Here gepraat en alles vir Hom gegee. Nie net ‘n bietjie nie, maar let wel, alles. Ek het hoendervleis gekry en ‘n stem gehoor en besef dis die Here. God is werklik ‘n realiteit! Hy het vir my gese die vreugde wat ek ervaar moet ek met ander deel. Net daar besef ek dat ek ‘n saaier van die woord moet word, maar ek wil verder gaan en ‘n verskil maak in mense se lewens deur met hulle te kan gesels oor die Here en te kan vertel van hoe great God werklik is en vir hulle bybels gee.

Verder het iets great met my gebeur! Ek het 4 bybels gekry en is gevra om ‘n saaier van die woord te wees. Alles gebeur met ‘n doel, want die Here weet dat ek ‘n verskil in mense se lewens wil maak. Om vir mense te vertel ons is die bruid van die Here en Hy het elkeen van ons ongelooflik lief. We serve an awesome God!!

Henriette