What did Jesus mean when he said, "My peace I give you." Does it mean that we will not face hardships anymore? That only smooth and calm Waters lie ahead of us?
I love the fact that when Angels proclaimed the good news, that God brought salvation, they did it in a night. And they did it to the people who needed hope the most. They disregarded the layers of social influence. They went straight to the shepherd boys .
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We'll talk about Hope, Peace, Love, Joy & Birth - All form the perspective of the volunteers at Hands at Work in Africa.
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I want to encourage you to surrender, surrender to Jesus, surrender to his truth, and you will experience contentment. It’s something all of us desperately need.
Sometimes the stories we want to hear the least, are the stories we need to hear the most. Sometimes the stories that disrupt our lives, our comfort zones, our selfishness, our justification and our arguments about why we aren’t already engaged, creates a crisis to us. You see, when we hear them at the most unexpected times, we are vulnerable and defenceless.
All comfort her and encourage her. I thought what about the children or that woman? Who knows? Maybe she was their last parent. Maybe this was the last bit of hope that they still had in this world.
I opened my book where I've got my list of children that we care for who are on my prayer listed. I think of them. I pray for them. And I think that they don't have a grandfather that they can go meet at the airport, even if it's a lie twice a year.
A young girl about 11-years-old and she shared her life's story. And she said it was the first time she had told anybody what was really happening to her. And Jackie could just sit with her and could go so deep. And they were lots of tears and prayer and hugging. And it is just a beautiful end of a day of the intense quality with our children.
I remember it went right back to the late 1990s where I took Josh, my son, then only a few years old, with me onto a rubbish dump every day, where I was feeding an endless line of hungry children.
Yes. We are in a generation where fathers are few and far in between. And we know the saying that one father is better than 100 schoolmasters together. And when you can be a present father for your children, you've accomplished the most amazing thing in your life.
Recently Carolyn and I walked into a hospital and a lady, one of the nursing staff, came, and she stopped in front of us and she called us in our Zulu names. She said to us "Unjani Baba Sipho? Nkosinkazi Zinhle". How are you George? And Mama Zinhle - Carolyn. And we looked at this girl and then we recognized her.
We constantly hear about us and them, rich and poor, white and black, male and female. It's enough to make us despondent.
We are truly part of a good story. We understand the beauty of the truth that we are part of a ministry of reconciliation, we live to bring reconciliation, to build bridges, to reach out, to be generous, to give freely.
This year, as I visited many Hands at Work communities in Africa, I became so painfully aware of just how tough it is to be so vulnerable. How small of a margin of error these people have between survival and absolute tragedy.
As the granny shared her burdens with us, and Xolani patiently allowed her to speak more and more, I saw something remarkable happening in front of me. I've spoken so much about it. I always confessed that I believe it and I truly do, but to watch it happen in front of you is absolutely remarkable.
In Oshoek, we went to one of our Care Points. And there I met a girl, twelve-years-old, whom I stayed with more than two and half years ago with her mom, her two brothers. And I was deeply taken that night, even in the midst of deep poverty, how a mom was caring for her and protecting her. When I met her on Friday, my heart was absolutely broken.
One of the greatest joys and privileges that I have in my role in Hands at Work is to watch people as they discover this dormant compassion hidden in them, and it gets unlocked.
I was just thinking about some of the highlights that I've had and they were so many. I think the one I like, that stood above all the others for me, was the children that I met in Australia. And that encouraged me so much. Well, one of them is a boy, Riley, 7-years-old.
Well, Catherine gave me some feedback this last week, and she said to me, "I wish you with there to see the face of Ken when I shared this news with him." She said it was priceless, watching this young boy, 12-years-old, who's got nobody who loves him but his grandmother. She's the only family member left.
This episode was recorded at an earlier date from the Hub.
And these children just feel destitute. They feel lonely. They feel unwanted. They feel nobody cares. So of course, in Hands at Work we are so strong on, "I know your name. We care about you."
We all know that song 'You're a Good Good Father, so well. Such beautiful words. I love to sing that. But, recently when I was in a Democratic Republic of the Congo, deep in the mountains with a young girl called Vumi, whose father wanted to sell her, whose mother and siblings were killed in front of her. I wondered, "How do I explain to Vumi if she listened to me seeing the song You're a Good Good Father?"