Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Eleven.

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Eleven.

This is late as we had no Internet connection in Swaziland…but we are back in South Africa now and trying to catch up!
One never knows who you will bump into…the
world is so small. This morning at breakfast we met a man from Holland who had
come to the Thokoza Centre because the hotel he had booked into (and paid for!)
on the Internet was closed when he arrived at the locked gate. The taxi driver
did some quick thinking and brought him here as most hotels tend to booked
solid this time of year because of the culturally famous “Reed Dance”. He told
us that his ambition is to visit every country in the world before he dies…he
is young so the 35 countries left ought to be a breeze.
But more importantly for me was had he
visited the heavenly country…did he know Jesus? Of course, I approached the
subject tactfully and found out that he may be a nominal Christian. Since he
had told me what he was doing in Swaziland, I figured I might as well tell him
why we were here too…so he got the Gospel as we present it to our students. It
was also a good time to model what we teach them to do and to show them we
practice what we preach. Hopefully, we will get another opportunity to chat with
him before we leave on Tuesday.
 But
there was another couple at breakfast too. I noticed that when I greeted them
in Swazi, they replied in a different language, so I asked them from where they
came. He said they came from the Kingdom of Lesotho. Turns out he is an
Anglican too and was listening very attentively to what I was saying to the
Dutch chap. He wanted to know when we were coming to them. “Whenever you invite
us”, I replied…so he promised to talk to his Bishop. Great stuff…we needed a
spokesperson and here is one who has already met us and liked what he heard.
On the final Sunday, we always like to have
a Eucharist service. Thankfully I was permitted to preside over the Eucharist
by Bishop Garth Counsel of the Diocese of Cape Town, and Bishop Ellinah
Wamukoya of the Diocese of Swaziland graciously agreed. Thokozani preached from
Matthew 16: 21-28, all about the need to deny ourselves if we are to be true
disciple makers for Jesus.

The final two sessions are on equipping the
workers and multiplying disciple makers who can multiply themselves by making
more disciple makers and so on. This is the high point of the training, as I’ve
said before. While the trainees are exhausted, they are all excited and
challenged and satisfied. One said, “I felt like I had been ambushed! They
called me late the night before and told me to be here. But now I am so happy
that I came! I have learned so much.”

But pray for these trainees. They now have
to apply everything we have taught them and the temptation to simply go back to
the way it has always been done is great. Pray that the Lord Himself will come
alongside each one and encourage them to press onward and upward for His glory!

Louise and I drove out of the city to see a
few nearby sites after lunch. We visited a craft market, saw Execution Rock and
Mantenga Waterfall, and met a few interesting characters along the way…

Farsi in the Far Seas in Jakarta

Farsi in the Far Seas in Jakarta

Providence Anglican Church is a multi-national fellowship in Jakarta.  God has seen fit to add to our small group people from America, Australia, China, Korea, Indonesia, Iran, and  the Philippines.  How beautiful that on any given Sunday, the sermon or scripture reading might be translated into one of the languages spoken by our members.  One particular Sunday, something really special happened.  Our American-Malaysian co-worker, Sandy, helped our Iranian believers lead the congregational singing in Farsi.  All of the songs were familiar, but with lyrics in the Farsi language.  Sandy must have practiced night and day to master this in a tongue so foreign.  Our hearts and voices lifted as one as we cried out “How Great is Our God!”  Pedar rahim bar ma, Masih monjiye ma, Setaim namatra, Setaim namatra.  The Godhead Three in One, Father, Spirit, Son, The Lion and the Lamb, The Lion and the Lamb.

I can’t say we expected to worship in Farsi when we first journeyed to the far seas to minister in Indonesia.  How thankful we are that God always exceeds our expectations.  Truly, how great is our God!

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Ten

It was cold today. While the elevation is
nothing close to that of Addis, Mbabane is situated in a mountainous area,
which makes the city look rather small. The colonial rulers wanted the capital
to be in Manzini, but the Swazis chose Mbabane because it is cooler…and indeed
it is.
The group we are training today and
tomorrow are made up of several lay leaders representing the Anglican Women’s
Fellowship, Youth, and Sunday School. One participant did not show up, so we
have six in total.
Thokozani taught the “Passion” segment as
he has for the trainings we have done with him in the past. By “Passion” we
mean that which is the driving force behind disciple making, namely loving God
and loving our neighbours as ourselves. He has a unique story about love for a
neighbour. When he moved into the house where he and his family now live, their
white neighbour rejected them. Thokozani had a choice…he could respond in kind
and be part of the hostility, or he could respond with love, patience, and
acceptance regardless of how his neighbour treated him and his family. Two
years later, a grandchild of the white neighbour saw Thokozani’s child playing
in the front yard…and crossed the street to play with him. But while the ice
was broken, the rejection was still there. Then on another occasion, the neighbour
saw Thokozani going to church dressed in his cassock and asked him why he wore
women’s clothing…Thokozani explained that he was an Anglican believer and told
his neighbour all about Jesus and what Jesus meant to him. In time, all barriers
have been removed and the neighbours are now good friends…all because Thokozani
chose to love rather than hate.
That’s part of making disciples…loving God
more than ourselves…loving people like God loved them…even enemies and those
who spitefully use us and persecute us. In short, what drives us to make
disciples is that we are walking in the footsteps of the One Who loves the
world so much that He was willing to die for it.
 It is our passion…or, at least, it ought to
be.

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Nine

It’s funny how the lights always seem to
come on during the lesson on the timeline of Peter’s growth as a disciple.
Perhaps there is a little bit of Peter in everyone of us and we can identify
with his hesitance in the beginning, his zeal as a young follower of Jesus, his
bravado as his self-confidence grew, his despair as he failed to meet his unrealistic
expectations, his embarrassment and his lack of confidence after his very
public failure, and his final surrender to the Lord…the place where he needed
to be all along. Clergy have a hard life. Expectations all around are
unrealistic…and they often try to meet them in their own strength…and when they
fail, people can be cruel. Not so Jesus…He gently leads Peter back to the task
of feeding the sheep, building him up instead of breaking him down.
Perhaps that’s why everyone gets excited at
this point in the training…when Jesus is making us fishers of people, He wins,
He builds, He equips, and He is with us every step of the way as He multiplies
Himself in and through us.
Peter offers us hope…
We completed the first group today. They
got together right after lunch to discuss the way forward…no grass growing
under their feet! No sir!

We visited the cathedral today and then
took a short walk about the city…and we have Internet…close to perfect…