'Sup.
This week's blog is brought to you a few days late, courtesy of a sudden and alarming disappearance of The Internet on Sunday afternoon. The blackout ended this morning. Hallelujah!
Last week was great though, and there was much to be encouraged about.
In our classes, we were looking at 'Spiritual Warfare'. It sounds very much like it could have been a most unusual week, but it was actually mostly about having confidence in our identity and authority in Christ and being obedient to him. It was a really good week, and we learnt some really interesting and very important things. Success.
We've started talking about raising funds for the outreach part of the DTS (we leave in just under a month). It had been suggested that, as a class, we have an evening of giving, and on Tuesday we did just that. We were encouraged to give not just money, but to spend the afternoon in prayer and then give anything we thought was appropriate. What followed was an incredible evening of outrageous generosity and incredible sacrifice, and it brought a lot of unity to the group. Money, fruit, jewellery, clothes, a guitar and all manner of other things were given away. God spoke to a lot of people in really powerful ways, and a lot of needs were met both financially and spiritually. If you want specific testimonies from that evening then drop us an email and we'll be happy to encourage you with what went on (with permission from the people involved), but I don't want to go into too much detail on here, in the interests of protecting people's privacy. It was really good though.
We didn't go to Masi last week, but on Thursday morning we did a 'Treasure Hunt' in Muizenberg. Basically, that's where you ask God to show you somebody to talk to, and then you go out and find them. I'm terrified of that sort of thing, but it was a really good morning. We went out looking for a man in his 30s wearing white, and, when I eventually saw him (on a few different occasions over about fifteen minutes), I was too nervous to say anything. When I finally spoke up and we went back to where I'd last seen him, he was gone. We prayed, as a group, that if he was somebody we were supposed to talk to then he would come back. After a couple of minutes, he came strolling down the hill towards us. Siya, who is staffing the DTS and was leading our group, took me over to talk to him. We got chatting, and as we were talking God told Siya that the man had a daughter, that He loved her, and that He wanted to bring unity to the family. As it turned out, the man did have a young daughter, but she was in Malawi with her mother, and the man had been having a stressful time over the last six months with his extended family, who were scattered all over southern Africa. We asked if we could pray for him, and he agreed. As we stood in the supermarket car park praying, two ladies came over and stood behind us. I thought we were stood in the way of their car, or they had come over to inflict some sort of religious persecution, so we stopped praying and looked at them.
"Hello." (That's us).
"Hello. I don't know if you were praying just now, but if you were, I'd like you to pray for me please."
So we got chatting to her, and prayed for her. There we were, stood in the middle of a supermarket car park having a prayer meeting with three complete strangers, each one of them hearing from God and going on their way feeling loved and protected by Mr God. Hallelujah.
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| This pretty little alley was in Kalk Bay, where we spent Saturday afternoon having a bit of an amble. |
In other news, Heather went to a lovely big market full of crafts and coffee on Saturday, and I went surfing and had breakfast with MJ. Summer has arrived and it's really hot, Heather and some others have started making and selling cards to raise some money for outreach, and we've been watching Downton Abbey, as promised.
That's basically it. Quite word-heavy this week, many apologies.
Much love!
Sam and Heather
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| MJ News: We've taught him about "knock knock" jokes. It's quite brilliant. |
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