At the hostel we are staying there is this central ping pong table and most of the team plays fairly well (I don't) but liking the competitiveness of it i'm really trying to give them a run for their money.I asked God to explain grace to me because like most religious concepts the word is relatively butchered. As we were playing tonight I smashed one of the best shots I ever connected in my Ping pong career yet to my utter dissapointment it missed the table by an inch and I lost the point.God told me that grace is missing...
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This week we were construction workers under construction. Not only did I make a lasting contribution to the Global Leadership Academy by working on the school building, but God built into my life rather unexpectedly. During the day we worked physically, but it was after hours that God really worked in me. I can say with quite certainty that this week I heard the Holy Spirit's promtings and God's voice more clear than ever. Never have I ever been so excited to get to quiet time, because it was so alive. Through out the week God worked with me from...
WILDFIRE Number 12. So this is it. This is the blog about adventure, family, faith , provision, love , sacrifice, unity and prayer . This is the blog about a Father looking after His children in the most Father like way ever. This is the blog about boxes being broken and discovering God as someone with absolutely NO LIMITS . If you didn’t figure it out yet, this is the blog about my Luke 10. I hope you all enjoy this blog and I pray that you will be able to see what God is capable of doing when...
My biggest challange this year but alo my biggest revelation was how to share Jesus when I am not allowed to say His name. Are actions powerful enough to convey Jesus? How do I show people Jesus in a place where I am not allowed to freely say His name? These are questions that I was struggling with for quite some time. I am a person that enjoys speaking to other people about many things, especially Jesus. That is the only way I have ever conveyed Jesus...through always speaking about Him. So when I got into a country where I...
I am a tree. Yes, complete with leafs of different shapes and sizes, roots gripping to whatever I find my security in and fruit of different colours and tastes. The soil my roots are resting in determines how my leaves look and my fruit taste. I go through different seasons and I usually look a lot different after every cycle of spring through to winter. Sometimes a thorn would stick its head out or a wilted fruit pops up and I would try to get rid of it as hard as I can, showcasing more good fruit next to the...
Heal the brokenhearted and set the captives free. What an instruction! Pondering upon this quest, contemplating whether I will be able to do it or not; a still voice gently reminds me of how incapable I actually am to do this. I can not in my own strength nor with my own words heal and set free. I am so humbled by the fact of how incredibly useless we are as human but still our beautiful God choose to use us and makes us bearers of His Light and Glory. What an amazing privilege! We are able to freely...
After seven weeks of training our journey started and we left South Africa to discover east Africa. We landed in Dar Es Salaam, Tanzania, slept there for one night and then travelled by bus to Nairobi, Kenya, the next day. Talk about Africa at its best: the airport in Dar Es Salaam is not a closed building, but just a roof on pillars and it reminds me of a big garage where I would store farming machines in. The shops look like market stalls and every taxi driver in town tried his luck on the wide eyed "muzungus"....
The Christian life is not a play ground it is a battle ground. My battle is not agents flesh and blood but against the spiritual enemy whom apposes me so I will draw the battle line and face my enemy with a bold determination. Even when it hits me to my knees I will not let it keep me there. I will keep on fighting keep on moving for I do not draw my strength from my body of flesh but from the spirit of God that lives inside me and still have the same power that raised Jesus from...
A feeling of fear goes through me... Am I safe? What about the other two in my team? Is it only me that is feeling like this? I pray to God. My character is being moulded. Vulnerability is looming in the air around me. I feel the fear again, but I keep on praying. The responsibility of looking after my teammates is resting on my shoulders like a heavy boulder. I force myself to be diligent as the wheels of the truck keeps on rolling. As time goes by and the gap between us ans our destination, Jeffreys Bay, crimps...
Tonight I am watching a bright orange sunset from a rooftop in Egypt. We haven’t even been out of the country for more than 5 days and I already feel myself wearing out slowly. I have a longing for home that I cannot explain and the year rises like a steep hill in front of me. As I sought Jesus on my emotions I was reminded of an experience I had in the December. One afternoon my father and I went up to the mountain on the farm where we live. As we drove higher and higher I started...