I had the privilege of leading a team, with Ben, to South Africa. We were a team of five who decided to take the ‘On a Mission’ challenge and serve in a poverty stricken country for two weeks.
Some of the team had been on numerous missions before and for others it was their first time. We were a team varying in age and interests but unity seemed to be our team’s strength.
We partnered with Out of Africa Missions and invaded the city of George and its surrounding townships. Eyes were opened to the simple lifestyles that the African’s had and hearts were stirred to make a difference. Poverty was never intended for God’s kingdom and this team would not accept that families of five should live in a makeshift cardboard home no bigger than a small closet.
Our hearts were broken for the African’s as we served soup to hungry children and passed out loaves of bread to families. We picked up bins of litter and glass from playgrounds, constructed a fence, painted a home, and built relationships along the way. We visited a juvenile prison and the children’s ward in the hospital. Wayne and Suzi took us along to Sports Academy with the kids and we helped out with children’s centres and creche’s along the way.
I was amazed with the hearts of the members on the team and was so proud as they stepped out of their comfort zones and pushed themselves into trying things they had never experienced before. I believe that not only were lives changed of the people that we served but our own lives as well.
We prayed for a shy girl named Zelika who had some form of alopecia. She wore a wig on her head to cover up the loss of her hair. The Holy Spirit was heavily upon her and I spoke to that hair and told it to grow. I asked Zelika if she had felt anything and she said that she felt all tingly inside and that she could feel a heat coming from her head. I told her that she would have to send us all a picture of herself when she has a full head of hair. Zelika went inside to change into her sports gear and a few minutes later she came up to me with an enormous smile upon her face and I immediately knew something had happened. She explained that she had gone into the toilet after we prayed and she felt different. She had removed her wig and looked into the mirror. Where there had only been about an inch of hair on her head it had now doubled in length and thickness. Zelika was overjoyed and she walked away knowing that her Father loves her deeply.
Some of the team had been on numerous missions before and for others it was their first time. We were a team varying in age and interests but unity seemed to be our team’s strength.
We partnered with Out of Africa Missions and invaded the city of George and its surrounding townships. Eyes were opened to the simple lifestyles that the African’s had and hearts were stirred to make a difference. Poverty was never intended for God’s kingdom and this team would not accept that families of five should live in a makeshift cardboard home no bigger than a small closet.
Our hearts were broken for the African’s as we served soup to hungry children and passed out loaves of bread to families. We picked up bins of litter and glass from playgrounds, constructed a fence, painted a home, and built relationships along the way. We visited a juvenile prison and the children’s ward in the hospital. Wayne and Suzi took us along to Sports Academy with the kids and we helped out with children’s centres and creche’s along the way.
I was amazed with the hearts of the members on the team and was so proud as they stepped out of their comfort zones and pushed themselves into trying things they had never experienced before. I believe that not only were lives changed of the people that we served but our own lives as well.
We prayed for a shy girl named Zelika who had some form of alopecia. She wore a wig on her head to cover up the loss of her hair. The Holy Spirit was heavily upon her and I spoke to that hair and told it to grow. I asked Zelika if she had felt anything and she said that she felt all tingly inside and that she could feel a heat coming from her head. I told her that she would have to send us all a picture of herself when she has a full head of hair. Zelika went inside to change into her sports gear and a few minutes later she came up to me with an enormous smile upon her face and I immediately knew something had happened. She explained that she had gone into the toilet after we prayed and she felt different. She had removed her wig and looked into the mirror. Where there had only been about an inch of hair on her head it had now doubled in length and thickness. Zelika was overjoyed and she walked away knowing that her Father loves her deeply.
