Please read this article. Please pray for Ocean View.
On the evening of Jacobs’s funeral on Tuesday, her family pointed to some young juveniles called “bokkies” who they said helped kill her, but would not speak to the police because they were afraid they would be next on their hit list.
Residents say the child hitmen, recruited to commit murders, are feared even though they are as young as nine.
“I am heartsore about Linkie’s death, about the messy way she was killed. She did not deserve it. Everyone knows who killed her, but no one will talk. If you lived here and have seen people drop like flies for even speaking to police, you will understand the fear,” a family member said.
That’s Bernie. She won’t be too thrilled about this picture. But, let me tell you the story. I (Christina) was supposed to go to Bernie’s flat for tea, but “on a whim” (God’s idea) I said, “Why don’t we go out for lunch?” So we did. We went right across the street from the entrance to Ocean View to a hippie, organic-type, trendy place called Imhoff’s Farm.
I recommended the club sandwich (also pictured). It’s delish.
Halfway though our meal, tears started rolling down her face.
“Just this morning, I said to God, ‘I haven’t ever been to that Farm across the street. And I don’t know when the last time was that I ate bacon. Now, here I am, at this beautiful place, eating bacon. God is just so good to me.”
When the waiter came over to check on us, Bernie said, “My compliments to the chef. This is the first time I’ve ever been here.”
“Oh, are you from Johannesburg?”
“No, I’m from Ocean View! I’ve lived there 18 years and this is my first time here, ” she proudly proclaimed ( Did I mention it’s literally, RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET).
Then we talked about the goodness of God and He brings people together.
“Yes, I never thought I would sit and have lunch with a white person from another country. But God brings people together. God hears. He sees.”
Dylan didn’t tell his grandparents and flew nearly 24 hours straight to surprise them in Dallas, Texas. My parents’ reaction is typically entertaining with my mom screaming and my dad non-reacting to my mom’s screams.
Dylan will be in the USA for a few months to earn money and other such adult things before his next adventure. He and Jackson will be living together!
Our favorite daughter of all time wants to attend a YWAM Discipleship Training School next month. It’s in Paris with a 3-month outreach to southeast Asia. It would be a huge growing, learning season for her. She will be learning about herself, Jesus and loving others and how all that works together in life.
Even though she’s been baking brownies, making earrings, sewing catchy crafts and such, she’s still quite shy of the amount she needs.
She needs at least $2500 before 27th of the September. Can you help her out? She is a worthwhile investment! thank you!
This post isn’t really about politics. Honest. In fact I am going to use 80s television to make it seem less political, but I do think politics is a gateway to look at ourselves, or a mirror, if you will.
The other thing is that this post isn’t about trying to change anyone’s views, opinions or actions. I am merely trying to plant a seed, a seed of hope.
It is strange viewing this election campaign from afar. The distance certainly changes the intensity. Although I find that people here are almost as interested as they are in the USA. So many tell me they are following the drama quite closely. To tell the truth, they seem much more interested than I do, but I find their reactions and observations fascinating.
There are some things that are obvious to me.
1. We are deeply divided. I am primarily talking about the people of God, but we could say that about the nation, as well. Some of us love Mr. T and are rooting for the A-Team. Others of us are saying that Mrs. C and Happy Days are the best option. And a very large group are saying they don’t like the choices that 80s television is giving us. I have people I love, honor and trust in each group. Each group seems to be using Biblical examples as proof. Each group seems to feel there is no other way to look at it and if you do, you are violating the Word. Continue reading Is it an Election Year?→
It’s so hard to describe what live is like for residents of Ocean View. This news article does a great job, even though the facts are hard to stomach. Please give it a read so you can see what every day life is like for the people we love here.
Welcome to Ocean View – a township where scores of people have been gunned down since December in gang-related violence.
Ocean View is home to 30 000 people, of whom at least 60% are unemployed, say community workers.
The latest crime statistics show there were 26 murders and 231 drug crimes reported there between April 2014 and March 2015. These stats only reflect cases reported to the police, and community organisers say the murder rate is much higher.Continue reading Living in ‘Gang Hell’→
Sunday: We dropped Dylan off at Cape Town International airport to begin his six month study in Amsterdam. He’s pursuing God and running after adventure, which we fully embrace and applaud. It doesn’t make it any easier watching our blond-haired surfer walk through international security all by himself.
Monday: Our oldest, Jackson, turned 21 years old. Quite a significant milestone. Too bad we are 10,000 miles apart and were only able to celebrate with him over Skype. It’s not the first time we’ve been apart for his birthday, but the day still feels vacant. Screenshots don’t make the most attractive pictures.
Also on Monday: After three years of homeschooling, Ethan and Hudson begin their first day of high school in South Africa. We are super excited they will be going to school yet…the unknowns create anxiety in this mom’s heart. Yes, today I spent most of the day worried that I’ve either thrown them to the wolves or given them wings to fly. *Yes, there is a height differential, even though they’re twins. Puberty is cruel and unjust. Continue reading One of “Those” Weeks→