I'm Beginning to Understand

The ones who cared so terribly much-enough to risk everything, enough to change and do things. Most people aren't like that, you know. It isn't that they don't care, but that they don't care so greatly...Voyager by Diana Gabaldon

The premise behind this quote in the book is this...one person knew, from somewhere deep down inside her, what she was meant to do with her life. The other person did what he did simply because he was good at it. The difference...PASSION!

I have passion for what I do here in South Africa. I have a fierce passion to love and protect the children and volunteers I work with daily. I have risked everything to be who God has called me to be. There are days when I wonder...why here? The stories that I am sharing below are, I know, the answer to that question. 

On Monday, I was in Clau Clau, just standing and watching as the small children were being fed. Suddenly, I found myself surrounded by five beautiful girls. They were hugging me and calling me GoGo, it was a wonderful moment! I started asking them what they want to be when they grow up. What dream is in their hearts. The first one looked me right in they eye and said "a doctor!" I aksed, "what kind of doctor and why?" Her response? "I want to become an eye doctor, because my little sister has trouble with her eyes and I don't want other children to suffer from the same thing." Three more of the girls want to be doctors, one wants to be a pilot and the other wants to be a teacher. DREAMS! 

After they told me what they wanted to be, they asked me to pray. "GoGo Wendy, please pray that our dreams and desires come true." This is the picture you see above...me with three doctors, a pilot and a teacher. Five young ladies with a dream!

That was my Monday...full of dreams and desires. Then came Thursday...

On Thursday we have an after school program in Dwaleni. Dwaleni is a place where we hear quotes like..."the women won't stay out after dark, because someone is killing the women." It's quite a bit rougher. We had our tea time and spoke with the ladies about Jesus calming the storm. I think it was perfectly timed. 

On this particular day, there was a storm...a fight. It's difficult to explain everything that was happening, but there was a great need to declare peace over the property. So! I told the children the story about Jesus calming the storm. I explained that Jesus can calm any storm that comes to our lives and then we declared PEACE over them and the property. Things settled down and we were able to feed the children. I couldn't help but wonder during this time...am I really helping? And then...

Angel, a young lady that is currently volunteering at Dwaleni, asked me to take her to her aunts house in Back Door. Angel had come to the after school program even though she had just buried her uncle and her brother had just died. Yes, you read that right. She came. In the midst of family tragedy, she came. I told her I would take her, because I was heading back to base anyway. I thought I would just drop her off and go. Nope!

We pulled into the drive and she looked at me and said, "please come and pray for my family. Jesus is the only way we will survive." I've only known Angel for about a month, and the only time I see her is in Dwaleni. I was shocked and humbled. She was trusting me...a women she truly, barely knows...to reach out to her family and pray for God's peace over them. As I prayed, the mother of the young man that had died, began to weep. I wasn't sure what to do, but felt God say, "go to her." So I sat down beside her and wrapped her in my arms. A woman I didn't know, wept in my arms for the loss of her son. I became so completly overwhelmed in that moment. 

When I left, the spots of her tears still wet on my shirt, the tears that I had been holding started to drop like rain. Feeling completely overwhelmed with every situation that had presented itself in the last two hours, I did what always brings me peace...turned on music. The song that was playing was Great is Your Love by Planetshakers. As the words...great is Your love, it's more than enough...came through the speakers, my mouth cried out "is it God?! Is it more than enough? More than enough to hold us through utter chaos? More than enough to heal our broken hearts in death? Is it God?!"

The reply came like a whisper on the wind..."it is." Then louder..."It is." Then in the swell of the music..."IT IS!" In my moment of utter overwhelmedness, He came to me. His very real, manifest presence came to my heart and said "it is, dear one. It is. My love is more than enough to carry you through the chaos of any storm. My love is, and always will be, more than enough."

My friend, as you read this post, my prayer is but one. That you would know that His love for you is more than enough. When Jesus was being led to the cross I believe one thing He could have been saying in His heart is this..."My Father loves Me and His love is more than enough. His love will carry Me through this chaos. His love will carry Me through death and then His love will resurrect Me. His love is more than enough!" 

Jesus loves you with that same fiece love. In the moments where you know His love is more than enough...He loves you. In the moments where you wonder if His love is more than enough...He loves you. He bore every stripe for you. He went to the cross for you. He took every sin and every disease and buried it as far as the east is from the west. And then He did the most glorious thing...HE ROSE!!! HE IS ALIVE AND HIS LOVE IS MORE THAN ENOUGH!!

What Is A Missionary?

The following is an article from Prepare the Way Magazine..Issue No. 79 and was written by Rick Frueh...

"I have but one candle of life to burn, and I would rather burn it out in a land filled with darkness than in a land flooded with light" John Keith Falconer

The word "missionary" implies a person with a mission. Of course every follower of Jesus should be on His mission, but in the generally accepted definition, a missionary is a person whose full-time job is evangelism on some level.

And usually we mean someone who has gone to another country to bring the gospel to people in need. They might incude those who preach, as well as a long list of support people who might help with their children, help with their finances, help with certain governmental issues, or even people who help with language issues. The missionary network is filled with people working togehter to spread the good news of Jesus Christ to a lost and dying world. 

Many of these believers sacrifice a chance at lucrative careers, as they surrender to a call of the Spirit, which sometimes sends them to far-flung corners of the world and sometimes dangerous places as well. They selflessly train and raise support and are questioned by some missionary organization. Many times their own families are confused and speak against such a fanciful adventure. You see, even the preparation for going is a great challenge. But if you truly believe you have heard the Spirit's call, then you must go. And they do. 

"To know the will of God, we need an open Bible and an open map" William Carey

Being a missionary is not like holding a great outdoor cursade and enjoying the affirmation of great crowds and many converts. In fact, many missionaries do not embrace such methods since it seems they are used for fund-raising and lining the pockets of TV preachers. No one is filming their labours and then using that film to elicit funds. They have seen the pictures of black children shown on television screems and then the dollars come pouring in. Most missionaries want no part of that kind of "mission" efforts. 

But in the pantheon of missionaries throughout the church age, there are well known stories of sacrifice and courage, and yet there are tens of thousands of stories that only God knows.

There is Jim Elliot, and the five missionaries, who left everything in order to reach a lost tribe in South America, and in so doing, five men lost thier lives. 

There was David Livingston, who gave his heart to central Africa and died praying on his knees. 

There is Hudson Taylor, who lost his wife to ilness, but who opened the door to China. There are many, many more stories. 

"Sympathy is no substitute for action" David Livingstone, missionary to Africa

Just recently, we have seen where a missionary in Libya was murdered. He and his family had gone to bring Jesus to that mostly Muslim country as God had imparted a love for those people. He was murdered while riding his bicycle and we watched as his widow offered forgiveness and a prayer of redemption for his killers. 

And then we watched as a family, who had sold everything, went to southern Sudan to bring Jesus to them. They had fallen in love and were ministering to 10 orphans (there are millions of orphans in Africa) but civil unrest sprung up again and they were forced to leave. They were heartbroken as they left the orphans at a UN camp and were forced to leave. 

There are many stories of supreme faithfulness and even martyrdom all across the world. I knew a missionary couple who were called to Pakistan to share Jesus in a very dangerous country. On one Sunday morning, they were in a church service singing praises to our Lord, when terrorists threw a few hand grenades right into the congregation. Some people were killed, the mother was seriously wounded and their eight-year-old boy was critically wounded. His life was in the balance for months but, eventually, he lived. The mother will walk with a noticeable limp for the rest of her life. During a missionary conference, the father stood up with his family and thanked everyone for their prayers and love and support. And he once again proclaimed the mighty grace of God. He asked for future prayers because they were returning to the mission field. 

"Some wish to live within the sound of a chapel bell; I wish to run a rescue mission with a yard of hell" C. T. Studd

Can you imagine such a thing? What kind of illogical nonsense if this? This, my friends, is not nonsense. This is the love of God in action. As Jim Elliot once wrote, "He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."

I have been saddened by some of the responses I have read concerning the plight of missionaries. Some have suggested they should have more wisdom before going into dangerous places, and some have suggested they think about what they have before giving it all up. But you see, those do not know just how sacred are these men and women of God who have the same feet of clay as do all of us, but who have left comforts in order to servce Christ and His gospel. 

Matthew 19:29, "And every one who has forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for My name's sake, shall receive a hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life."

I hold missionaries in a special place in my heart. And I believe if we could see just how attached we are to comfortable living and just how glorious our Saviour is, then we would have a missionary's heart. God bless all true and faithful missionaries who have not only left the easy way in order to spread the Word, but who have placed their own lives in jeopardy in order to serve the Risen Christ and reach those for whom Christ died. 

"We talk of the Second Coming; half the world has never heard of the first" Oswald J Smith

Jesus has called Brett and I to South Africa. We love the people, both black and white, with an all consuming love given to us by the Father. The Word says in 1 Corinthians 3:6 I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase. There are days when we sow seed. These days are long, hard and, trying, much the same as planting a garden. There are days when we water. These days are a bit easier, as we are watering what has been planted, not only by us, but by others. And then there are the days when we harvest. These are the days when we celebrate!!! These are the days when God allows us to join with Him in great celebration! These are the days that make every other day worth the cost.