I am the will of God. My life. Every step that I take and move that I make. This is what I’ve been learning. I no longer have to ask the question, “what is the will of God for my life?” That, my friends, can be a waste of time. Instead of doing that, why don’t we just BE? BE the will of God in the unreached places. BE the will of God in suburbia. Just BE.
Over the past couple of weeks, I have been all over South Africa and Swaziland. Seth, Traday(our new teammate), and I took a 3-day trip down to Cape Town, South Africa. Also, we’ve been nicknamed Spike, Chico and Boo. You can guess who’s who. Anyway, Cape Town was a glorious place! We spent time with the Siplings and stayed at their house. We watched the most amazing sunset every night with a gentle ocean breeze to keep us company. We sat in the presence of the Lord. When is the last time that you did that? Just sat in His presence? How blessed you will be just to sit with the Creator of the universe.
We then returned back to Manzini, Swaziland only to have to pick up and go once more to Nsoko. It was Easter weekend and it was historical for more than one reason. Not only was it time to celebrate the risen Savior, but it marked a monumental day for G42 ministries. On Sunday, the first G42 church plant in Africa was established! We as World Racers were able to witness something spectacular. The community that we had spent so much time in had gathered in celebration! We saw familiar faces come together including baby Moses’s brother and sisters and even Pelile his mother! Although there was much celebration, it was incredibly back-breaking work.
Pastor Gift was ordained as the pastor of this church plant. He had been leading revivals all week long and was exhausted. The World Race boys (Seth, Mark, Danny, Kyle, and I) were responsible for bringing the cow to the community center for slaughter. Sounds easy right? DEAD WRONG. We all experienced several near-death moments, but we survived. Danny, Seth, and Mark tugged the rope that was hooked to the horns of the cow while Kyle and I held the rope around the cow’s front left leg. It was by far the most stubborn animal I’ve seen. Because of that, I would occasionally have to bend its tail or bite it just to keep it moving. We walked close to 12 kilometers dragging this cow! My hands are rope-burned and my bum is sore from when the cow charged at me and I fell against the fence. Crazy stuff. Thank the Lord that the cow is dead and it fed the whole community!
So whether it’s resting in His presence off the coast of Cape Town watching a beautiful sunset or dragging a stubborn cow for 12 kilometers, “the pay is the same” as Gary would put it. It’s an issue of the heart. It doesn’t matter what I do as long as I am honoring God with my life. For it is no longer I that live, but Christ in me the hope of glory!
