God is Real in Red Hill

This is a story about how God brings people together from all walks of life and uses them to build His kingdom on earth.

When Mzo Bayeni began work as a life skills educator in Red Hill two years ago, he needed a way to call children to order when it was time to be quiet and listen. So he came up with a call-and-response routine that goes like this (call in lower case, response in caps):

Red Hill … KIDS CLUB!

Red Hill … KIDS CLUB!

God is … REAL! In Red … HILL!

God is … REAL! In Red … HILL!

Fast-forward to March of this year, when a team from Rolling Hills Community Church in Nashville came to work in Red Hill for a week. One of the team members, Brett James, is a professional songwriter with a string of No. 1 hits to his credit, including co-writing the Carrie Underwood blockbuster, Jesus Take the Wheel.

After Brett heard the chant, he showed up the next day with his guitar and a catchy tune he had written:  “Jesus loves me in Red Hill … And I want to do His will … For God is real … in Red Hill …God is real … in Red Hill.” Then he took it a step further: After returning home to Nashville, he recorded the song with an infectious Caribbean-inspired keyboard backing and sent it back to us as an mp3 file.

The kids absolutely love it. They walk around singing it all the time, and it’s a regular part of our praise-and-worship segment at the afternoon Kids Club. Here’s a big shout-out to Mzo and Brett (that’s him on the left in the photo) for allowing God to use them in blessing the Red Hill community.

Into the Wild

The Otter Trail is part of Tsitsikamma National Park, located about seven hours east of Cape Town along South Africa’s Indian Ocean coastline. The trail spans 42 kilometers and includes four camps along the way, with two huts at each site accommodating up to 12 hikers.

Those are the basic facts. But facts alone can’t begin to describe the beauty of this pristine wilderness. For five days I marveled at the sights around me: sheer cliff faces rising 600 feet out of the sea; massive waves crashing onto jagged rocks; boulders as big as my house; pods of dolphins playing in the surf. About the only thing I didn’t see was the trail’s namesake, the reclusive Cape Clawless Otter.

Then there was the physical aspect: This landscape is not only seen; it is very much felt. The trail traverses slippery rocks along the shore, where there is rarely level or stable footing; it’s replete with more lung-busting and leg-burning ascents than I could count; it features eight river crossings, including a rather treacherous one at the Bloukrans River that requires a swim followed by a climb up a near-vertical rock face using a series of fixed ropes.

Wilderness treks are made all the more memorable by the company one keeps, and this one was no exception. Besides me, our six-person party included my friend Nadine and her 12-year-old son Matthew; Fred and Angie, a couple from the Cape Town suburb of Somerset West; and Clarissa, a 19-year-old first-time backpacker who bravely overcame every challenge thrown at her. We shared our camp each night with two other parties: a young lesbian couple, and a suave Frenchman hiking with three ladies (typical Frenchman, right?). As I said, the company was memorable.

Rather than drone on endlessly about something that words really don’t do justice to, I’ll just conclude with a few bullet-point highlights and let the photos that follow tell the rest. Let’s call it Al’s Top-10 List of Otter Trail Memories:

10) Being lulled to sleep by the roar of the Indian Ocean each night

9) Eating fresh fish that Matthew and his mom bought in an impromptu transaction with local fisherman (who may or may not have been illegally trespassing on national park land)

8) The look of surprise on Clarissa’s face upon realizing the overnight huts had no electricity with which to charge her cell phone

7) Walking along exposed clifftops with nothing but ocean extending to the horizon

6) Not encountering any deadly venomous snakes (of which there are many in this country)

5) Enjoying the warmth of a good fire and the company of good friends each night

4) Al, seeking help to swim upriver in search of fresh water: “You don’t have to go if you’re not comfortable.” Clarissa: “Nothing about this trip has been comfortable. I will go.”

3) Successfully swimming the ice-cold Bloukrans River at high tide

2) Watching dozens of dolphins riding the waves at the Lottering River mouth

1) The feeling of satisfaction in walking off of Nature’s Valley Beach at the end of the hike, knowing something substantial was achieved

Trail Gazing

This is the hut at our first night’s campsite.

  And this is the view from the hut.

Me, Matthew and Clarissa enjoying a snack break.

  South Africa’s coastline reminds me of the California or Oregon coasts – mountainous and rocky, nothing like the Georgia/South Carolina LowCountry where I’m from.

That’s a pod of dolphins in the center of this image. As I watched them play in the surf, and as I looked at the surrounding mountains and ocean, I was reminded of Psalm 148: “Praise the Lord from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths … you mountains and all hills” (vv. 7, 9). God’s creation is constantly offering up praise to Him.

  Sunset at Oakhurst Camp on the Lottering River mouth.

Looking down on the Bloukrans River mouth. Just to the left of the large cave is where we had to swim to and then haul ourselves up the cliff face using fixed ropes.

Oh whatever …

  Nadine and Matthew leading the way across the Bloukrans.

South African Splendor

I just returned from a five-day backpacking trip on the Otter Trail, a 42-kilometer (26-mile) route along South Africa’s Indian Ocean coastline. The above image was taken at the mouth of the Lottering River, where the third night’s campsite is located. Bookings for the trail are in high demand. After hiking it, I can see why – it’s some of the most spectacular terrain I’ve ever traveled over. I’ll post more photos and details soon.

The One Who Needs No Introduction

On Monday at our staff devotion time, someone showed a video clip of comedian Steve Harvey, speaking as if he were introducing Jesus at a public gathering. It’s a powerful piece of oratory. Here's the link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cvCd_ANIKys

Big Day Out

Many of the children and teenagers I work with have never seen some of the sights that make Cape Town such a popular travel destination. So this past Saturday, four of my colleagues and I led a hiking trip up Lion’s Head, one of the prominent peaks that overlooks the city.

It couldn’t have been a better day. After a week of heavy rain and cold, the sun shined brightly. Ten of the 11 kids (mostly adolescents) made it all the way to the top – 2, 200 feet above sea level – and mostly without complaining. One girl even did it barefoot after realizing sandals weren’t conducive to hiking. I was so proud of them for meeting the challenge.

Early into the hike, one of the boys pointed at the jagged summit and said, “Al, who made it like that?” as if, perhaps, the city planners had designed and constructed it. Afterward we enjoyed lunch at a nearby picnic area and discussed the answer to that question, pointing out the wonders of God’s creation around us.

We read from Psalm 148, which speaks of the natural world offering praise to God. “Praise the Lord from the earth,” it says, “… all ocean depths … you mountains and hills … Let them praise the name of the Lord, for His name alone is exalted; His splendor is above the earth and the heavens” (vv. 7, 9, 13).

Below are more images from the outing.

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