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Upgrade!

Over the Christmas break, our friends Paul and Betsy Holmes brought a Give Oils team to Ocean View. Thirteen (13!) shipping containers were painted and given a new look in the blazing summer sun! We were able to hire Ocean View residents to work and the job went much quicker. 

Next step: Choose colours for the window shutters and plant boxes. Because colour brings LIFE! 

We are so, so grateful to the Give Oils Foundation for their generosity and to doTERRA Helping Hands for their matching gifts!

Give Oils, a Healing Centre and Restoring Beauty

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!

Enough is Enough

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.

What I Didn’t Tell You Today

www.tinybuddha.comI 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.

 

http://www.capetalk.co.za/articles/272073/ocean-view-shooting-claims-life-of-9-year-old-it-s-like-gunfire-is-raining

In Search of the Elusive Photograph

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

Can You Believe It? Online Giving!

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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.

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A Common Table

photo: greedy guts

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

Why I Loved South Africa Today

Photo: Sullivan Photography

It’s alive today. Not in a perfect way. In a broken, hurting, raging way, for a pile of different reasons. Standing in the middle of Main Road, a chain of people line the sidewalks and streets in a nationwide protest against the current president, Jacob Zuma.  Car horns are sounding, flags are waving and there is something alive in the air. I am standing mostly beside elderly white people holding South African flags almost too big for their frail bodies. The wind whips and twirls the flag but these old ladies can hold their own against great white sharks during a morning swim. A rambunctious flag is no problem. Continue reading Why I Loved South Africa Today

THE BIG ASK NEWS!

Our new friend Sara inspired us to ASK BIG! So here it is!

OPERATION HOPE: As we have sought God’s heart, we find it more vast and more expansive than we ever dreamed. The depth of His love of us is without equal and without limit. He has big plans for His people and we are thrilled to be a part of it. We believe He has placed us here in Cape Town, the Mother City, to be a part of Him birthing something new into the earth. He is always doing a new thing.

 

WHO: We believe the first nation people of southern Africa, the Khoisan, to be a key component in God’s new thing. (Some believe they are the first nation people of the whole earth.) They are gate-keepers to the land, to the soil. As God draws us close to show us who we really are, we find that He is telling us we are both fully physical, people formed from the dust, and fully spiritual, made in the image and likeness of God. These gate keepers have a deeply spiritual way about them. Continue reading THE BIG ASK NEWS!