Giveoils.org is here this week to help bring attention to the healing that has quietly been going in Ocean View. If you’ve ever wondered what this whole massage ministry is, here is a nice video they produced to explain what we do. They are also here to help us raise funds for a Healing Centre! We are currently in shipping containers with no running water or ventilation. There are big plans in the works for beauty to take a stand against injustice. Enjoy!
Protests arose in Ocean View last week after yet another murder. Roads were blocked for three days with no traffic but emergency vehicles allowed in and out of Ocean View.
We support the protests and expect the government to provide policing and safety to the residents. If you watch the video to the end, you will meet Lee. Lee used to volunteer at the Care Centre. I have had the privilege of having her at one of our women’s retreats. She is a gentle, kind, loving mom who has experienced her share of heartbreak in the community. Listen to her frustration and you can sense how deep, how hurt and how desperate are the people of Ocean View.
I wanted to say something about Ocean View today. But I didn’t want to add to the negativity and fear already on the Internet. I wanted to tell you that today my sweet friend who is 65 years old was on her way to our container when she was caught in the cross fire of a gang shooting. She wasn’t hit, but she is a grandmother who is trying to help her community. She is a grandmother. She had to cover her head and run from gunfire.
I wanted to tell you that this weekend another child lost his life when shooters entered his house and opened fire while chasing someone else. On the day of a wedding in the family. But I don’t want to be accused of using Ocean View’s tragedy to get sympathy which could translate into financial support for us.
I wanted to say that this morning before 9 a.m. there were 32 shots fired close to where we have 40 children playing and learning.
I wanted to say that while residents are warned to stay inside their homes, we left Ocean View, drove across the street, a mere 50 meters and sat in a quiet cafe and I ordered a cappuccino to steady my emotions.
I wanted to say that I’m dealing with a white-hot rage mixed with a sliver of hope and a helpless sense of disqualification. I don’t fully belong to this community, to this country or to their story.
But I feel it like it’s my own. And today, I just want you to know that just down the road in the area known as Slangkop, there is an unanswered pain too overwhelming to carry alone.
a guest post by Steve Hovda, my dad
Simple math would have solved the problem but in haste I proudly made one of my first purchases at the grocery store after our arrival in Cape Town, South Africa, a small box of Grape Nuts…for about 110 Rand, or $9.00 American. And so, it begins.
This was not the only faux pas, as my wife will be quick to interject. Learning to drive a stick shift from the right side of the car on the left side of the road through roundabouts, U-turns, mountain switchbacks and construction zones provided dozens of amusingly, terrifying moments. The simple task of ordering shawarma in the Market (Think “some of each” at the Mongolian BBQ.) produced a cuisine which burst with flavor, to put it euphemistically. Continue reading In Search of the Elusive Photograph
Sit back and relax. We now have online giving options! They are super easy! Now everyone can easily join the fun and help spread the LOVE!
Our 2017 budget is in need of 27 people to commit to $50 a month, or some such configuration. It’s never been easier to join! We’d love to partner with you! Click the friendly baboon or GO HERE if you prefer.
“The greatest of these is love.” As I have been planning these essays, Paul’s words keep coming back to me. “The greatest of these is love.” We left our normal lives in the USA because of love. We thought we knew what love was. We thought the way we live should look different because of love. Continue reading Love
Living a life of abundance and freedom is so much more than material abundance and financial freedom, but these are certainly tangible examples that we can easily relate to. Talking about finances and provision is uncomfortable and awkward but a lot of what has God has taught us has been either in the realm of money or money was a factor in the lesson. My personal hangups have to do with not wanting to ask for money or misinterpreted as such. I am still on a journey in this and I haven’t arrived, but please know that this isn’t a sales pitch. Continue reading Abundance and Freedom
Christlikeness is one of the destinations of our journey. It is our promised inheritance, but defining it quantitatively and qualitatively is not easy for us. We haven’t walked with Him the way His disciples and friends did. Some of the stories we have been given give us clues. Continue reading Spirit, Soul and Body
We are on a journey. We are all on a journey. Most of us acknowledge that is true, but it seems there is very little space in church culture for it. The destination isn’t always clear. The path is described as straight and narrow but seems winding and rough. Abraham was told to go where God would tell him. His descendants were told to go the land of the promise. This was their inheritance, but the way to claim it was to walk with God until He brought them there. Continue reading Journey, Inheritance and Forerunners
Live. Dream. Eat.
Can it be this simple? Something so common, so everyday, so normal? Sitting down together, sharing a meal. Listening, talking and eating. The three things we do every day of our lives. What is one step we can take to heal the wounded chasm of separation between us? Eat.
Just do it with someone different. A different skin colour, a different accent, a different upbringing. Share your stories. Listen to different persepctives. Share food. Nourish each other with human connection and stories of humanity. Look into eyes, notice the forehead wrinkle, and feel the hands shake when sharing a story. The words are not what we are sharing. It’s the heart and emotion behind the story, the memory that has lodged itself into our narrative, just waiting to hear a redeemed version. Continue reading A Common Table