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Submitted by Elizma Myburgh

I remember my dad once wrote me a dramatic monologue to perform entitled "You need to climb the mountain to reach the star". How true those words are! Not funny at all that I were thinking on these when Sac took us up a mountain to see some waterfall ... Sac, it was worth every muscle-stretching step and thought of murder!!

A poem describing how I experienced China:

By Elizma Myburgh

I give to you once more, o Lord
This country that you love
For all their sins you gave your life
For me to give was tough

I do remember when we prayed
We asked but for your way
I do remember my own pride
"I'll do just what you say"

But I fell short, and I lost hope
Seeking comfort of my own
You had to come, remind again
Restore in me your love

By Elizma - 27 March 2008

Surely these past days we didn't have as much adventures and stories to tell than last week. But these days were granted to process the stuff I've been challenged with recently; the biggest of which is definitely the life of Peter, and how it's speaking to me.

Friday and Saturday was great! On Friday morning we played with the kids at the Sheng Kung Hui Primary School where we stay. We helped the other teams as they presented kids, even from 3 years old, with the Easter story and, as you can imagine, played a lot!

When the bell rings, they run ... NOTHING like Nambia!!

At noon, six of us went to visit some Psychology students at the University of Macau. Of course, I were first to go, and we had a real fun time and a wonderful lunch!

Gertina, Tjaart, Jana, Rey and Mari in a relaxed mood.

If Jesus became human today, would He come to the rich city suburbs, travelling abroad with the best airlines, claiming the priviledges He as God deserves? Or maybe He’ll be born into the Zambian village that don’t know where they’re gonna find food for the coming year, because their crops were destroyed in the floods; He might just take the overnight bus to Lusaka, not complaining when they take an hour’s detour to report an accident; maybe He’ll rejoice in waiting 3 hours for a taxi to depart, appreciating the delay as an opportunity to minister. Perhaps Jesus will trade His warm bed for Rustenburg’s taxirank and wake at 4:00 to listen to the stories of nightguards and drunks.