A beautiful day to sit out on the patio. The warmed winter's sun of CapeTown, South Africa and lunch all done. It's grinning time!
People of the blog, "Molowi," meaning good morning. I share with you the church I attended this past Sunday, Sivuyile National Baptist Church. I was also asked to preach. This was the last day of the national recognition of Women's Month. The church was packed as there were also nursing students from the University of Connecticut too. What I can tell you is this place was vibrant, rhythmic, and full of the Holy Spirit. There was dancing in the isles as the music instruments of a drum, hand bag, and plastic pipe set the pace.
Sisters and brothers we started a little after 10am and I did not come up to preach till 12 noon! No one left and in between any silence in our place of worshipping sounds could be heard of other Churches. It was Sunday in the poorest township call Gugulethu and praise was being done. My sermon title was the "Power of Devotion" from Ruth 1:1-18. While every song was done in the xhosa langauge, when I preached they understood me! How powerful is the spirit's work? And then I was presented the most precious gift, a Xhosa Bible, I am still in awe, as I share with you now. Suffice it to say Sunday was a very special day of so many on this journey.
People of the blog, today, like Monday was an emotional day, but for different reasons. You see, as I continue on this spirit filled misson journey, I had to close out my time with the Go Go's (grandmother's) of Paarl. I have been traveling to work beside these amazing women of faith as they served the children of Mbekweni Township. When I began we were serving about 150 to 200 hundred children after school and this past week has been 275 to 300. On my last day it was only one Grandmother doing the cooking becuase the other scheduled women for the day were at a family funeral and the doctor's.
So Esther, Joye and myself got the food prepared, dished and served until we ran out. Every day this week we did not run out of food till today. And even as I said to the children still in line, there was no more, the children responded calmly and without complaint. They had done so the week before but for some reason I understood today. They've known this experience in their young lives and how to move toward the next day. What an awakening as we washed the last bowls and put everything away.
It continues to be the dedication of these grandmothers who come from different churches attempting to make a small dent in these children's lives and I got the blessing of being a part for two weeks. And what can I say about the children other than they are precious. We played, kidded, and laugh with each other from the 5 year olds to the 12 year olds. I know the church's mission by God is loving kindness by the old or the young of the church. This mercy is an action word for all of us. Therefore seeing a need and being daring enough to step out on faith is the spirit I pray for the church today!