It’s Thursday, May 31st, two weeks since my last blog. I’ve got so much running through my head, and so much written in my journal. But I’ll need to type it on the lap top before it gets posted on here… so many emotions wrapped up into two weeks.
God did some major things here in Mozambique. He transformed a group of rag-tag young adults, into prayer warriors, into supernatural healers, into sinners (we recognize how much grace we need to have for eachother). I’m sure I’ll write individual blogs on all of these topics (which will be back-dated so that you can figure out when I was going through what experience).
We’ve dealt with some internal team issues, and realized how much we say we love eachother, but really don’t show it. So, this is where the rubber meets the road… do we start to show it? Do we really start to care about others more than we care about our own wants, needs, or desires? Or do we wait out 6 months until we’re finally free from community living, and then we can go back to what was easy? I know what I’d like to do, in all selfishness… but then do I really believe Jesus? Do I see him as a nice guy, but not follow his teachings?
Community has been the biggest teacher so far. And it always seems that in order to grow and learn, we have to go through rough patches. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t grow (there’d be no training ground to cultivate the learining environment.) And yet we hate the process so much.
Why can’t we by unity off the shelf and call it a day. I think Jesus knew what he was doing when he called us to this nearly impossible idea of unity. We have trouble with it at home with our own families, and this year we’ve pledged to do unity with people we barely knew from training camp in September.
I’m sure I’ll have more on this topic.
For now, I’ll just give you an update on what we did for the last two weeks. We drove in a flatbed truck to Morrumbala (close to Malawi), had to cross the Zambizi river to get there, and took 2 days to finally end up on the World Vision grounds. We ended up staying in “hotel rooms” at World Vision, which was nice for Scott and I to have a little 2 room suite apart from the rest of the crew. We spent our days playing with orphans (about 50 of them all under the age of 13), and doing food outreaches. In these out reaches we’d bring a bunch of “pop”, a fake mashed potatoe type flaky substance, that would feed a refugee camp for about 3 weeks. We’d pull up take the pop off the truck, set up a sound system, preach, give an altar call, and then pray for healing. And we did we some people healed (blind eyes opened, deaf ears unlocked).
We arrived back at Dondo last night, again via the flat bed truck, and today is our one free day before we begin travelling to Swaziland tomorrow morning (where I’ll be reunited with the laptop in order to type the rest of what’s flying through my head).
So, tomorrow’s June (already!), and to a new experience with Jesus.
