JLA Blog
This is a personal journal of accountability, an examination of how God is working and what God is accomplishing. It is a journal of discovery and as in all journals, I'll be learning through the very process of writing, so please don't expect a work of art. Discover with me.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
A Year Later
A year ago September while in Johannesburg, I was invited by a friend to attend BSF (Bible Study Fellowship). I had never heard of BSF and was both skeptical and interested in an international study of the Bible established by a woman for women (there are now groups for men, youth, and children). The presence of the Holy Spirit in that first meeting was electrifying. I glanced around at the women attending (every age represented, dozens of nationalities, languages, and every level of education); two common bonds...we were all BELIEVERS in the ONE TRUE GOD, and followers of our LORD and SAVIOR Jesus Christ, and we all had the SPIRIT driven heart's desire to learn from the study of His word. When I returned home, I fully intended to join one of the two groups that meets in our area, but illness and "activities" got in the way. The desire to grow in and through the study of His word, however, grew exponentially with faith, and I knew that this September I would join BSF. Two other women from my church and I joined BSF at Bible Heritage Church in Greenville. Every Thursday morning 9:15-11:15, we have group fellowship on the previous week's home Bible study and an introduction Bible lecture that leads into the following week's home study. I have been amazed at the depth of the materials, the quality of the lectures, and the sweetness of the fellowship with the women in my discussion group. This year's study is on the book of Genesis and is proving to be an amazing journey with God. I'm LOVING it.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Last "Sleep" in Africa
Oh, Yes, Up Close and Too Personal |
This Young Lady Ignored Us |
These Decided We Were Too Close! I Agreed!!! |
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Laughter and Tears
I have heard it said many times that God must have a sense of humor because He sent His Son to turn the world right side up using a rugged group of fishermen, a tax collector, and society's rejects. None of us can understand much less explain why God has chosen us to be part of His Kingdom and part of His Kingdom work, but He has and one of the many joys of choosing obedience to Christ is the laughter we share with fellow believers. In addition to the laughter, He taught us to fellowship not only in the work, but around the table. I can't begin to explain the joy we've had as a team at each meal; the laughter, the sharing of what God is revealing to each through individual experiences, the miracles before our eyes, the camaraderie of shared inconveniences, and the wonder that our Creator God cares about us enough to die for us. In the make-up of any team, God chooses whom He will; men with as many callouses on their knees as on their hands, women with tender hearts, all with a desire to serve.
There's something special about the laughter of Godly men going about the work of God. It sparks fire in the heart and joy in the spirit and draws others to it. It speaks of a father's love and of a man's commitment to "do whatever needs doing" even when it's hard, frustrating, sweaty, dirty labor. There was a long list of "jobs" that needed doing at Aurora. BRA contributed over $7000 dollars towards materials costs (much of which went to extending the boys' dormitory...a welcomed addition), but there was rust coating and painting to be done, a laundry area to be cleared and framed in, electrical and plumbing to be fixed, and playground equipment to be assembled and cemented safely in place...and (sanding, sanding, sanding) the list went on and on. Everywhere I turned this week there was a harmony of activity, men going about their business... occasionally stopping to play with a group of kindergardeners learning to play with play dough or talking with a group of curious children on their way to an activity and always in the best of good humor and laughter.
Tears started early on this trip; not tears of sadness, but the tears of tender hearts. The walk through the squatters camp brought tears of frustration and incredulity...we walked an hour in and an hour back out...with less and less conversation and a heaviness of heart that defied explanation. It was easy to spot the fathers and mothers in the group as they compared these children to their own children/grandchildren back home. Veronica warned us not to give in to pity, or sympathy (empathy, yes) because pity/sympathy are not what these kids need. They need love, protection, opportunity, and ownership of making right choices in their lives...they don't need hand-outs. We were asked not to give them gifts of any kind...Christianity is a choice for Christ from the heart of a believer, not an opportunity to get something for nothing. The wrongs of the past can't be paid for by the good intentions of the present, however good those intentions may be. What we can do is give these children an opportunity to choose Christ, to get an education, and to better their lives.
There were also tears of joy; when the children sang in the showers the songs they had learned the day before; when they would touch our faces and say "pretty" and when they would run up to us for a hug and then not turn loose; when the ones in our classes would "finally" grasp what we were teaching and smile and say "awesome," a word T taught them the first day...after that everything became "awesome." There were tears in all our eyes on the last day when Veronica called all the children to an assembly at the cross and they sang to us "The Glory of the Lord can be seen in You, Thank you for coming to us."
At the end of any trip, there is always the question, What did we actually get accomplished? There's so much left undone! Surely the week hasn't gone so quickly! God has to remind us (me at least) that the week wasn't about me, it wasn't about what did or did not "get done" but about obedience and faith...It's keeping my eyes on Jesus and what He accomplished...one day in Heaven, one (I hope all) of these children will come up to us and say..."I remember you, you came to Africa once."
There's something special about the laughter of Godly men going about the work of God. It sparks fire in the heart and joy in the spirit and draws others to it. It speaks of a father's love and of a man's commitment to "do whatever needs doing" even when it's hard, frustrating, sweaty, dirty labor. There was a long list of "jobs" that needed doing at Aurora. BRA contributed over $7000 dollars towards materials costs (much of which went to extending the boys' dormitory...a welcomed addition), but there was rust coating and painting to be done, a laundry area to be cleared and framed in, electrical and plumbing to be fixed, and playground equipment to be assembled and cemented safely in place...and (sanding, sanding, sanding) the list went on and on. Everywhere I turned this week there was a harmony of activity, men going about their business... occasionally stopping to play with a group of kindergardeners learning to play with play dough or talking with a group of curious children on their way to an activity and always in the best of good humor and laughter.
Tears started early on this trip; not tears of sadness, but the tears of tender hearts. The walk through the squatters camp brought tears of frustration and incredulity...we walked an hour in and an hour back out...with less and less conversation and a heaviness of heart that defied explanation. It was easy to spot the fathers and mothers in the group as they compared these children to their own children/grandchildren back home. Veronica warned us not to give in to pity, or sympathy (empathy, yes) because pity/sympathy are not what these kids need. They need love, protection, opportunity, and ownership of making right choices in their lives...they don't need hand-outs. We were asked not to give them gifts of any kind...Christianity is a choice for Christ from the heart of a believer, not an opportunity to get something for nothing. The wrongs of the past can't be paid for by the good intentions of the present, however good those intentions may be. What we can do is give these children an opportunity to choose Christ, to get an education, and to better their lives.
There were also tears of joy; when the children sang in the showers the songs they had learned the day before; when they would touch our faces and say "pretty" and when they would run up to us for a hug and then not turn loose; when the ones in our classes would "finally" grasp what we were teaching and smile and say "awesome," a word T taught them the first day...after that everything became "awesome." There were tears in all our eyes on the last day when Veronica called all the children to an assembly at the cross and they sang to us "The Glory of the Lord can be seen in You, Thank you for coming to us."
At the end of any trip, there is always the question, What did we actually get accomplished? There's so much left undone! Surely the week hasn't gone so quickly! God has to remind us (me at least) that the week wasn't about me, it wasn't about what did or did not "get done" but about obedience and faith...It's keeping my eyes on Jesus and what He accomplished...one day in Heaven, one (I hope all) of these children will come up to us and say..."I remember you, you came to Africa once."
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Holiday Fun Club...African Style
Donnie's Object Lesson Amazed Them |
This fun club was not really any different from all of the others I've done over the years (exhausting and rushed to get everything done on a time schedule), but every accommodation was made so we could do the games, crafts, music and Bible stories; every child was included with love and attention for the maximum opportunity to learn about Jesus; each staff member and team member involved themselves to perform whatever they were asked to do, often WAY outside their personal "comfort" zone; certainly the location is more exotic, the language barriers more difficult, and the altitude makes it difficult at times to catch a breath much less sing or last long in story telling, but God keeps reminding me that although nothing is different, everything is different; His children are the same the world over (at times I had to remind myself where I was)...and He wants them to have access to Him. I still don't fully understand why God called me to come...what I did this week could have been done by anyone...but He did call and I obeyed...the harvest is His, not mine. Mine is the joy of growing closer to Him by doing what He has asked me to do and having fellowship with Him in the process as well as with others who are obedient to His invitation to join Him where He is working. He shows me more every day.
The Boys in My Hood
"Teach cha" Jo |
First Day of School
You shouldn't start school or work on an empty stomach. L/M (cooks extraordinaire). In spite of two ovens which didn't work, and only two burners that did, and circuit breakers that had to be coddled like babies, we had wonderful meals. These ladies worked miracles with crock pots and coffee pots. We even had sweet ice tea for lunch and dinner. For those of you who have been on trips before (construction or VBS) you know you can't do anything well unless you feed the body as well as the spirit. These ladies made sure we were well prepared with grits, eggs, gravy, and bread for the hard work of each day and the sweet fellowship of sharing each meal gave us the spiritual fortitude to face rather daunting challenges. Before we ate breakfast on the first day, all of us who were teaching did a pray walk around the school. We started in the dark and as the sun came up and we could see, we put our trust in God that He would give us the discernment to teach the kids assigned to us. We sought His protection and asked for His love to reach out through us to them. N/B, T/S, and I taught 1st/2nd, 3rd, and 4th grade respectively. Our "inservice" on the lesson plans took only one hour. These ladies are phenomenal. They grasped the principles and the methods and took off for their classrooms. Veronica had warned us that the children would return from the weekend at the camp out of control and difficult to manage. Most had not eaten since the previous Friday. Most are not "cared for by anyone." While at the camp, these children have to endure not only the filth and the cold, but alcohol, drugs, and abuse (every possible kind). The 1st/2nd graders are most out of control when they return because they are the youngest and most neglected. The older the children, the more able they are to adjust to the rules and discipline that Veronica insists on. She can just look in their direction and they freeze on the spot. They respect and fear her...the kind of fear born out of love and kindness but discipline that is certain and absolute. Her voice alone (which she never really raises) is sufficient to command absolute silence. It took all day for them to settle down. We each had three sessions each of one hour in length. T took on the added responsibility of doing an hour session per day with four students needing math help as well. She is a homeschooler of her own child and knew instinctively how to reach these kids both in language and math. Veronica made it clear to us that even though we were there to help the children with their reading, we were to follow the Spirit's leadership and talk with them about what God had done in our lives and how He loves us and wants all of us to know Him. Aurora is a Christian school and there is evidence every where from the Cross that is just inside the main gate to the Bible verses that the children learn in class and the prayers that begin and end everything that is done. The children wear uniforms, line up and walk quietly from one area to another, address all of the staff as "teacher" and demonstrate respect at all times, but they are typical children and students. They "forget" their pencils, want to go to the toilet every few minutes, and want constant assurance that their "answer" is the correct one. Most of all they want to touch, hug, and pat. They smile constantly and shyly look for approval. They also push, shove, and hit...especially the small ones. The kindergarden age children come to Aurora having never played with a toy or with play dough. They have trouble with simple childhood movements...for example Veronica says they can't roll over or do forward or backward movements well because they have been carried bound on their mother's back sometimes well past toddler stage. In the camp I saw three year olds playing with sticks and rocks. There were no toys or books anywhere. All of the children love to color and they take pride in what they do, but they have trouble with the colors themselves because they don't have them anywhere except at school. What our children learn by age three, these children don't have an opportunity to learn before age six or seven if then because they are from the camp. There is no state school for them and they are too poor to attend a private school. The classrooms are cramped, dark, and void of colorfully stimulating teaching materials, but they meet all of the stringent standards required by the SA government. I was surprised to learn that these guidelines are standard for standard in comparison to the No Child Left Behind ones. If she hadn't been speaking with an Africans accent, I would have sworn I was speaking with someone from the SC state department of education. They test at the end of every year and students who don't pass have a very difficult time catching up. Schools with a high level of failure can be closed or taken over by the government agency...sound familiar???? With all that is against them, they are learning. Exhausting her self, her husband and their personal finances, Veronica is committed to God's command to give these children an opportunity to know Christ and an opportunity for a better life.
Gold, Coal, and Cold
The dry dust produces stunning pink and red sunsets, as beautiful as the incredible pink and red flowers and trees that grow here. How God must look on the awesomeness of His creation and still be pleased by its beauty, but saddened by the human waste of it. The squatters camps are scattered like pock marks across the landscape of one of the poorest rich countries of the world, plundered for its gold and diamonds and human flesh. The history of this country (as is all of Africa) is a page men should have to read over and over until they, as humans accountable to a righteous God, begin to right the wrongs.
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