Going back by the Grace of God

"For God is my witness, whom I serve with my spirit in the gospel of his Son, that with out ceasing I mention you always in my prayers, asking that somehow by God's will I may now at last succeed in coming to you."- Romans 1:9-10

Though I have not faced the trials and persecution that Paul faced which prevented him from visiting Rome, I have had a longing to return to South Africa ever since I left. Now, it appears that my longing will be satisfied as the opportunity has arisen for me to go back. This coming December will be very eventful. I will walk across the stage and receive my diploma from Appalachian State University and then in a matter of a couple of days I will be flying to Cape Town. I am extremely excited about this opportunity to go back and minister to and be ministered to by the people of Cape Town.

It will be bittersweet though. It will be my first Christmas away from my family which will be tough on me and my family. But Christmas is about Jesus and what better way to celebrate than to be serving Him on the mission field. So please be in prayer for this trip. Right now the door is open but I am aware that God in His sovereign plan could have something else in store. But if it is His will, I will be back in South Africa.

Klipheuwel and a Call to Action

Helen, Estelle, and Inside Out

Ministering to the Elderly

We had an amazing opportunity to go spend time with the Elderly people of Klipheuwel. Our team went twice but because I was sick I had to miss the second time. We helped them practice for some type of senior citizens' games that were going to be held in the coming months. It was so much fun to see how full of life and energy these people were. You could tell they were so excited to be out of the house and have something to do that was just for them. It made them feel special. I hate I missed this but on the last day the team was with them, they expressed how grateful they were because they feel so forgotten in their community. It meant a lot to them that we were there and they asked that we would never forget them.

When we were done with the field games with them we had the chance to share a meal with them which eventually turned into this.....

South Africa Pictures

Here are links to see my pictures from South Africa:

Pictures from Klipheuwel

The team and other people I was with in South Africa

Sights of South Africa

Nkupane

*Nkupane's nickname means "My Brother"

All things to all people

"I have become all things to all people, that by all means I might save some. I do it all for the sake of the Gospel, that I may share with them in its blessings." 1 Corinthians 9:22-23 (ESV)

This is one of my favorite verses when it comes to ministry. I have always believed that the best way to minister to people is through relationships and most of the time relationships are started because of a common bond. But what happens when we have no common ground with someone? When they are from a culture completely different than ours? A different background? A different race? A different social class? Instead of just walking away, we must become.

Many times we fail to become. I know I have failed at this many many times. Usually, when we can't relate to someone we just move on and just say someone else will come along and befriend that person. But when we do that we are neglecting God's word. When we come across someone we can't relate to we must get on their level and create the common bond.

I put this verse in practice for the first time, that I can remember, in South Africa. Before going to South Africa, I was nervous about being able to relate to this young men. We are from different countries and completely different environments. We have a language barrier and a race barrier. However, it wasn't hard to relate because of one simple thing.....a soccer ball.

Growing up I have always made fun of soccer. I always said it was a girls' sport. It was for boys who couldn't play football. I hated it. Mainly because I never played it. But here I was in South Africa standing in front of the boys who I came to share God's love with and the main opportunity I had to relate with these guys was the game of soccer. Needless to say, I didn't stand there and make fun of the game or make fun of them for playing what I used to call a wimpy sport. Instead, I became a soccer player for them. Because of this sport doors were opened for us to find more common bonds with the boys.

We could have gone in to the town and made all of the kids sit down for an hour while we preached to them but it wouldn't have been effective. Instead, we came to them and participated in their favorite past time. We showed them that we were here for them. That it wasn't about the rich, white, Americans. It was about them. About how much God loves them and how much we love them.

Jesus took the same approach. Instead of just sitting up in heaven and snapping his fingers to save us, which he has all the power and authority to do, he became like us. He came to us and related with us to show us how much he loves us.

Paul did the same thing when he became a minister to the Gentiles. A people who he once hated and looked down upon. He became like them. He lived with them. I'm sure he even broke his Kosher diet and ate some pork so that he could relate to them.

So the next time you encounter someone that you have a hard time relating to, become something to them. Find a way to build a bridge to that person. Get out of your comfort zone and try something new. Who knows you might actually enjoy whatever it is. I still suck at soccer and I was schooled by kids almost half my age but because of my time in South Africa, I have a new found appreciation and interest in soccer. My eyes have been glued to the t.v. the last couple of weeks whenever there has been a Confederation Cup soccer game on. Plus the fact that the games are being played in South Africa adds a little extra interest for me.

The Soccer Boys sporting their new soccer jerseys that they made.

Thandi's Story

Meet Thandi. Thandi was a big part of our trip. We saw this beautiful baby grow up right in front of our eyes. At such a young age she already has such an amazing life story. The cool thing though is that there are many more pages in her life story to be written. Thandi is in the process of being adopted by Helen, one of the missionaries we worked with.

Thandi is from Klipheuwel which is the town that we worked in. One night, Estelle (one of the other missionaries) got a call about a baby that was found abandoned in the town. Since she was out of town she called the police to go out to the town to investigate. They began to search for the Thandi's parents and in the mean time the Thandi was sent to an orphanage. Being at the orphanage did not work out too well for Thandi. She is an extremely quiet and passive baby. Since she didn't cry very much, she didn't get much attention. Helen and Estelle stayed involved with her and visited her often. They saw that Thandi's social skills were slipping since she was not getting attention. Helen felt responsible for her so she decided to bring Thandi home. The search continued for the parents but while the wait was going on Helen began to imagine the possibility of adopting Thandi. At this point, Thandi's name was still unknown. Helen began to throw around some ideas, one of which was Thandi.

After some time the mother of the child was found. Helen and Estelle were able to find out that the baby's name was Nolunthando which means girl of love. Thandi is the short version of the name. Helen couldn't believe that a name that she was throwing around to call this anonymous baby was actually her real name.

When Thandi's mother was found, Thandi's story became less of a mystery. Her mother was found in the hospital, dying from Tuberculosis. She was pencil thin. Accompanied by a social worker, Helen and Estelle took Thandi to see her mother. They placed her on her mother's lap and tears began to fall from her frail mother's eyes. The big muscular social worker had to excuse himself from the room, it was just too much for him. Because of her mother's illness, Thandi was left in the care of her father who kept her for a few weeks and then ditched her on the side of the road. Niether he or his family wanted anything to do with her. Partly because they thought she might be sick too.

To God's glory, Thandi is a healthy and beautiful baby. Helen is currently going through the adoption process. The only thing that could potentially rain on this parade is family members, who have shown no interest in Thandi so far, coming forward to claim her just so they can get a check from the government.

Helen joked and said that her only goal for Thandi was to make her smile and then she could take her back to the orphanage. But it didn't work out like that and now Helen is a mom and Thandi is a loved daughter.

Guess who's back....

Well I'm back in the States and in the grind of things. Sorry for the month long blogging break. Obviously, there was not much time for me to keep up with my blogging while in South Africa and then I have just been lazy for the last eleven days. But I wanted to thank all of you for the much love, support, prayers, and videos that have been sent my way. It has all been greatly needed and appreciated.

My next few blogs will focus on my time in South Africa. I just want to encourage you to remember that these are not just stories but reality. I had heard the stories and seen the pictures but some things did not become real to me until I saw them for myself, to me some of the stuff was just stories and pictures nothing more. So my prayer for you is not that you would read this and say "that's nice" or "sounds like Stephen had a great time" but my prayer is that you would be moved to action. That you would be decide to make a difference. That you would realize that there is a world full of people who need people like you and me to forsake the comfort of our air conditioned houses, soft beds, and full refrigerators and go. They need us to go and share the love of Christ with them. The love that changes. The love that renews. The love that brings hope. The love that brings light into the darkness.

Thanks again for the love and support and I hope you enjoy reading about my experiences in South Africa.

DONE....South Africa Here I come

My first year at Appalachian State is completely over and now its time for me to find a new school to transfer to. Not really but I'd love to see where you think I should go next. Leave a comment with you school suggestion. Anyways, summer vacation is officially here. Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while but you can't expect me to do much of anything during exams. As sorry as I am about not posting anything lately, you will have to get used to it because on Monday I will be boarding a plane to South Africa and will be gone for 3 weeks. I'll try to get a post or two in before then. Actually I guarantee that I will.

But while I'm on the subject, I might as well share a little bit about South Africa. I am going with a group from CCF to Capetown. We will be working with two full time missionaries in a slum area. Most of our work will be with the children of the area, with a special concentration on the teenagers. We will have the opportunity to hang out with these kids, play some games, do some crafts, show some love, and we will get to tell them about Jesus and His love for them. We will also spend some time with the elderly of the community and we will be visiting an orphanage.

This area that we will be in is desperately in need of love and hope. These people are surround by despair. In these communities, poverty, alcoholism, sexual abuse, and violence are the norm. There is also a serious AIDS problem in South Africa. Erin went a year and a half ago and her stories about a couple of the kids are heart breaking. There was a three or four year old girl who had already been raped TWICE in her lifetime. You can understand why she wouldn't go near the two guys that were on the team when Erin went. There is also a teenage boy who is pretty much taking care of his younger siblings on his own and he witnessed his aunt being burnt to death.

Though we are going into a depressing situation, I am excited. I am excited because I believe there is always hope. I am excited because I get to show love to some kids who really, really need it. I am excited to see what God is doing there because the last time CCF was there, the two full time missionaries were just starting to see fruit from their ministry.

So over the next three weeks the team and I could really use your prayers. Even though I am excited to go, I know I'll be excited to get back home after three weeks. Stay tuned for reflections on the trip and there will definitely be pictures making there way to the blog. Thanks for the support.