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As you can see, the view from my b-berry is sometimes… breathtaking.
Sitting here waiting for my departure flight. It has always been very hard for me to return home from SA, and one would think I’d eventually get better at it, but it’s something I still haven’t figured out, and so I struggle to keep my heart intact even today all these years later. Especially following this trip which has been so much more in every way.
At every turn the ministry was so heavily blessed by God, lives so deeply touched, in Cape Town, with Martin… This sounds strange but it was almost too much, like looking into the face of God if I can put it that way – it’s so overwhelming you have to turn away.
And the worship in the Oukasie crusade services, just more than the human heart can handle. Like that prophet who turned away saying, “Lord, I’m just a sinful man.”
And then there was being in Cape Town after a years-long absence, being with Regardt, ministering in the Afrikaans community there which used to be such a huge part of my SA ministry. Hey, the flood of memories going all the way back to filming “Matthew,” and the re-awakening of a long season of life that once was my whole life and so many hopes and dreams that were born there. Some fulfilled and many yet a question mark. It brought so much to the surface and my mind was turning so that night after night I struggled to sleep.
Then there was the bush… Words can’t describe the wonder I experienced this past week. How can it be that a guy who grew up in southern California could be most at home in the African bush. Truly, I don’t know what it is, the nature, the edge, the primitive rawness, the breathtaking quiet…
Each night I went on a starlit game drive, something I’ve never done before because you’re stuck on an open Land Rover with tourists. Well, the Lord blessed me because for whatever reason there were very few others, all looking to see a lion or leapord… But I just sat in the back, basking in the warmth and quiet. Yes, that may well be what I love most about the bush – the quiet.
Still, “John” awaits, and we’re on the edge of big things there. So responsibility demands that – go home. And as much as I’m missing SA already, I know I will soon return.
Glory to the name of Jesus!
