Thursday, July 9
Today started well because of a good night’s sleep. Kadi, Mark, and I gave testimonies. And we headed off to Chief Andreas house. It was a ways past the where we got the horses. We played cricket with firewood, ate porridge (actually homemade cream of wheat), and drank tea.
Every time I mention being fed in villages it is of great sacrifice for those who prepare the meal. And the reason you have to eat everything show courtesy and appreciation. Waste would be rude.
We traveled from the chief’s house back to a soccer patch right next to where we picked up the horses. Oh, and the roads were bad again, just not as long. The road to the chief’s house had enough rocks and wash outs to make the truck lean 45 degrees either way. On the way out of the village today we thought for sure we were going to tip over. Even the confident were a little leery this time.
Back to the soccer patch. We set up church there as we directed the sound toward the village. As we set up the guy I was witnessing too the day we picked up the horses showed up. His name was Pepeto. And the Spirit equipped me to witness to this young man who spoke decent English. We talked about Christ, one truth, body, burial, soul, sex, circumcision, disease, ancestor worship, alcohol, weed, cocaine, and Scripture. It was anointed. I will pray for him (as should you) to be delivered by our God and give him a Christ following desire for righteousness.
The church service was long. Ntate Edward likes to talk and the services were getting longer each day as a result. No intros today, but the chiefs talked, John spoke on possessions, Amanda F spoke on why we were there, and I spoke to them on sexual purity. Alan spoke on HIV/Aids, Babs spoke on creation, and Moruti Phoka preached. Afterwards we went back to the chief’s house for lunch. We had rice, broccoli/cabbage mix and roasted lamb.
After lunch Babs took a group to the sangoma’s house and Mark and I followed. He was painting the inside of the house blue. Babs showed love and concern for him. There was an older male Sangoma who kept on painting. An older female Sangoma walked in and ushered us into the bedroom with the Sangoma, her, and four shepherds. We were allowed to share Creation to the Cross. Mark took it and ran. He became loud and passionate. The old woman followed the story closely, raising her eyebrows with inquisitiveness as God’s story was unveiled to her. She listened intently. I couldn’t read the Sangoma. He was the most American looking man we have seen in a native here. He was between 23 and 30 years old and had yellow bloodshot eyes. There was a heaviness you could feel just being in that room with him. But, he kindly listened and said nobody had ever told him that story before. We would find out later the older Sangoma who was painting was listening in. And sometimes his neck would stiffen up and he would rattle the beads in his hair. The story of the Lord was affecting him. Intense.
We then returned home after getting pictures of the interpreters and getting gas for the Dial’s truck.
Dinner was awesome. BBQ lamb, lamb sausage, and mashed potatoes. It was the kind of hearty meal we needed and a real treat. Actually the treat most nights was pudding. The South African boy’s version of pudding was fruit cocktail. But one night they pulled out custard you poured from a box. That stuff was delightful. I am pretty sure I finished off the last patch of it.
I am so proud of this team. They have far exceeded my expectations. God has penetrated each of our hearts.