Children of Faith

Emihle (pictured left) and Eletu are two of our most faithful attenders at the Red Hill Kids Club. Both are real sweethearts, very polite, grateful for the food and programs that Living Hope provides. Their mother told us the girls are adamant about praying before they go to bed each night. If they forget, she said, Eletu will soon wake up and remind her.

These girls are living examples of what Jesus taught: “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it” (Mark 10:14-15).

Under Attack

I think I am under spiritual attack. Two months ago, my laptop – which I rely heavily on for ministry work – was stolen. Now the replacement I just bought has experienced a fatal system crash. It’s very disruptive, because I’ll have to spend hours restoring data, downloading software and whatever else must be done to make it productive again.

The Bible speaks a lot about spiritual warfare, that there’s an unseen realm in which forces of good and evil interact with humans. “Be self-controlled and alert,” the apostle Peter wrote. “Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour” (1 Peter 5:8).

That’s why I believe the devil is somehow behind this setback – because it’s so disruptive. The enemy will do anything he can to distract, disable or otherwise render God’s people ineffective. Skeptics scoff at such a notion, but that’s exactly what the devil wants. If you don’t believe there’s an enemy, then you won’t take steps to fight him.

I’m not going to let this turn of events defeat me. I’m even trying to rejoice in it, because James 1:2 implores us to “consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds.” If you too know the reality of spiritual warfare, then please help me pray that I stand up against whatever obstacles come my way here in Cape Town.

As Paul wrote, “Be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God so that you can take your stand against the devil's schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms” (Ephesians 6:10-12).

Tragedy

Red Hill experienced outages of both electricity and water this week. The water problem was bad enough, especially on Wednesday when it was blazing hot. But the power outage was even worse, because it resulted in tragedy.

Apparently the residents became so impatient at the electric company’s failure to come fix the problem, they coaxed a young man to climb the main power pole and try to do it himself. He pulled out a cable, something went wrong, and he was electrocuted while dozens of adults and children watched from below.

Certainly this guy should not have even attempted the repair. But Red Hill is often forgotten when it comes to basic services such as water, power and garbage pickup. In this case, it led to a desperate act that killed a man. So sad.

Land of Extremes

Cape Town has some of the most extreme weather I’ve ever experienced. In winter, the rain can be relentless and is often accompanied by wind that blows it sideways. But the wind doesn’t truly get cranked up until spring and summer, when the region’s infamous “Southeaster” can literally knock a man down. One day last month it blew steadily at 40mph and gusted to 50, blowing rooftops away and fanning a fire that destroyed a dozen homes in one township.

And the summer heat is oppressive. Yesterday it hit 102, with no breeze. If it’s this hot here on the coast, I can only imagine what it’s like on other parts of the continent. It makes me long for the sub-freezing temperatures that I just came from back home.

But regardless of how hot it gets, I won’t be wading into the local waters to cool off. Not after what happened on Tuesday, when a visitor from Zimbabwe was attacked by a great white shark off Fish Hoek Beach, a popular swimming spot for locals and tourists alike. That was two days ago and no sign of him has been found.

Omniscient and Omnipresent

Psalm 139 is one of my favorite psalms because it talks about intimately God knows and cares for each one of us. I know some people would prefer not to believe God is watching them all the time and thus would ignore lines like “You know when I sit and when I rise” and “You are familiar with all my ways” (vv. 2-3). But to me it’s comforting, because no matter how flawed I am, God understands me better than I understand myself – and He still loves me.

Another thing I like about this psalm is that it assures me of God’s presence wherever I go. And that’s something I really need to know as I live and work in a strange land, thousands of miles from the familiarity of home. Verses 9 and 10 say: “If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast.”

After more than two weeks at home for the holidays, I returned to Cape Town on Friday. As my flight approached the city, I read these words again and realized that even though I am literally on the far side of the sea, God’s hand is on me, providing both direction and protection.

Faces of Hope

A friend asked me recently, “How do you answer people who want to know why you go to Africa when so many people are in need in America?” It’s a good question and it has a two-pronged answer. First, I know Africa is specifically where God has called me for this season of my life. And second, God has other work that He is calling other people to in America.

The problem is, the American church in general is too comfortable in its lifestyle to reach out to “the least, the last and the lost,” whether it’s at home or abroad. I was really shaken by this notion in a book by Frances Chan, Crazy Love, which I highly recommend. Chan, a California pastor, pulls no punches in calling Christians to live out their faith, to love the unlovely and unloveable, to not just sit in church on Sunday but to serve our neighbors in word and deed every day of the week.

Love God, love people – that’s the essence of Jesus's Great Commandment (Matthew 22:37-39) – and there’s plenty of need in every corner of the world to do that. As I return to Cape Town from a restful holiday break, I’m looking forward to continuing that work with the people He has connected me with.

The image above shows a group of boys who live in Red Hill. They face a lot of obstacles in life, but they also have much potential. My job is to help them know the living God, to help them grow stronger in that relationship, and to help them achieve their potential as the unique individuals He has made them to be. Thank you for encouraging me and praying for me as I continue this work in 2010.

Mzo

Mzubanzi Bayeni, better known as Mzo, is a powerful example of God’s ability to save a life. Three years ago Mzo was a lost young man, drinking and fighting his way down a dead-end road. Then his Uncle Philip showed up and asked Mzo’s parents if he could take his nephew to Cape Town, where he served as pastor for Masiphumelele Baptist Church.

After much resistance, Mzo relented. Less than two weeks after his arrival in Cape Town, he had realized his need for God and committed his life to Jesus Christ. But the very next day, tragedy struck – Pastor Philip was gunned down in the church by the boyfriend of a young woman he had been counseling. Mzo cried out to God, “Why have you brought me here to see my uncle die?”

He wanted to return to his home in the Eastern Cape (about a day’s drive away), but Philip’s widow convinced him to stay, reasoning that he was the new head of her household. Later that year Mzo began volunteering with Living Hope, which eventually turned into a full-time job as a Life Skill Educator (LSE) in Red Hill. Today Mzo is the LSE team leader in Red Hill, as well as an influential leader in a startup church in Masi.

Working alongside Mzo in Red Hill, I am constantly inspired by his commitment and compassion. He so loves the people of this rural mountainside community that he is preparing to move there. Not content with just spending a couple of hours teaching kids each afternoon, he wants to be there full-time to share God’s love with all the residents. I’m amazed by this sacrifice – he is moving from a proper house with running water to an aluminum shack miles from town – but he doesn’t see it that way. To him it’s simply a means for him to tell people about this Jesus who has completely transformed his life.