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…

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…

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Five.

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Five.

I am cross-eyed.
We decided to use today and tomorrow to do
a number of things we need to do here in Johannesburg before trekking off to
Swaziland…one of which was to go to the University of the Witwatersrand to see
if we could find any references to my great-grandfather, Arthur Lomax, by
sifting through the many letters and reports to and from the SPG.
Unfortunately, the period we are looking at includes the theological fisticuffs
between Bishop Grey of Cape Town and Bishop Colenso of Natal…so there’s a lot
of material to look through!
But getting to the university was an
equally frustrating ordeal. Our dear Miss America GPS does not always know that
some roads are one ways…and she certainly has never driven in Africa! Who stops
at a red light here? One learns to weave through cars, and taxis, and
people…thankfully we have not encountered any livestock on the roads…yet. Our
nerves were shot by the time we got to the University gate. Thankfully everyone
was super friendly and super helpful.

But starring at microfilm after microfilm on
a small screen…turning the reels by hand from frame to frame…straining to read
the scribbles from yesteryear…scribbles made worse by poor copying…really took
the wind out of me. Of course we hit the rush hour traffic on the way back to
St Benedicts…why not throw that in for good measure? So, we may return tomorrow…but
for now, we are in recovery mode…
Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Four.

Gauteng, Swaziland, and Beyond! Day Four.

Nothing like being in a hurry to get to
church only to find that the gate to the compound is closed! Louise and I were
afraid that if we get out of the car, the anti-high-jacking device would go off
again, so I turned the car off and proceeded to open one of the gates. The
guard, obviously startled out of a deep slumber, came staggering out of the
guardhouse to lift the boom so we could be on our way. Much to his chagrin, I
now had to go through the motions of getting the car started again…what a way
to start a Sunday morning.
As I have said before, Christ the King is a
large church that could easily seat about 600 people. The problem with that
size building is that when 400 hundred show up, it looks as if the church is
empty. However, Fr Erich’s parishioners are all extra friendly and we soon felt part of the
family.
I preached on the life of Peter for a few
reasons. The most obvious was that Peter’s confession of Jesus as the Christ
was the Gospel reading. Another reason was because we teach through the life of
Peter in the LEAD training to demonstrate how Jesus made a rocking disciple-maker out of a rock of a
fisherman. In it we show how Peter, the erstwhile reluctant follower, became
Peter, the (bordering on boastful) brave…but as such he relied too much on
his own, personal rocklike abilities. He had to learn that taking his eyes off
Jesus would bring him more than just a sinking feeling…it would almost bring on
the total failure of his life as a disciple-maker.
After his humiliating denial of Jesus,
Peter returned to that which he knew best…fishing for fish…not people. Jesus
reinstated him by giving him a few visual reminders of how he first was called
to follow. The all night fishing failure, the miraculous draught of fish, the
coal fire, the three-fold question of allegiance…but it is Peter’s final
response that we want our disciple-makers to comprehend. It is no longer the
self-assured Peter that replies from the basis of his own firm footing…it is a
humbled and surrendered Peter who confesses that Jesus alone knows the
unknowable and unpredictable. This Peter is now ready at last to face the
uncertainty of a Church left without a Master because the ascended Master had
replicated Himself in Peter. Peter no longer relied on his own abilities and
expertise…on his being the one identified as the Rock…no, rather he relied on
the same three resources available to Jesus and us all: the Word, the Holy
Spirit, and prayer. By the time we get to the book of Acts we see a very
different Peter…
Obviously, the sermon was a wee bit longer
than Fr Erich had anticipated, but Group One had a refresher, Group Two had
part of their class-to-come completed, and the congregation had a small taste
of what the LEAD training is all about.
In spite of a late start, we did manage to
get through the rest of the material by lunchtime…and Fr Erich’s wife who had
once again made a delicious curry spoilt us rotten.
Folks here are asking when we will return
to teach this again…personally, I think our Gauteng Faculty are ready to
do an assisted training and then to take the plunge and fly solo. Every time we
have come up to do training in this area, we have been thoroughly blessed…we
have family here now…please keep them all in your prayers.