Celebrating the day the Lord led Dunn Asher Memorial Congregational Church into becoming a church is something to write about!! This November 5-6 marked Dunn Asher’s 100-year anniversary. But this is not your ordinary anniversary celebration….let me tell you!!Read more
From the time the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky and all that God made. They can clearly see his invisible qualities - his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse whatsoever for not knowing God. (Rom. 1:20 NLT)Read more
We had the funniest Thanksgiving ever, which proved to be one that we will not soon forget. Another minister friend of ours, a missionary from another denomination, received an invite for all American ministers and their families to come to his home and share a "Thanksgiving" potluck. So, carloads of our families and us show up at the appropriate time, with potato salad, greens, desserts, etc. Only to find out that the "Thanksgiving" celebration was schedule for this Saturday!
The sun rises early in the morning with rays of brilliant red, yellow and orange. It is bright and hot on a summer’s day in South Africa. By half past six, the streets are busy with people walking, taxis are full, and bicycles are on the move. Most people are on their way to work or in search of work for the day. There are men, women and children included in this mass. Babies are often seen on their mother backs or at their mother’s breast on this morning journey. And you see uniform after uniform as all the children head off to school. In the rural areas, you see women busy with their days washing, preparing for meals and taking care of the children. You often see men sitting around, joking and chatting. This is a typical day in the lives of so many South Africans.
Zani tells me that she can tell that Florence is dying. She sees it in her nose, "it is dead." She sees it in her eyes "she has given up all hope." I don't want to believe what she is telling me about Florence is true, but it is. After that visit when I drop her at the train station, Florence asks me for the last time whether or not I will adopt her children, Fozia, 11 and Barbara (named after the doctor that saver her life) 11 months. I tell her that I will help her find a good family for them. Her husband is "up continent" in Kenya, burying his mother. Although he has refuge status in South Africa he is finding it difficult to return here.Read more