The congress organizers were very wise in planning one free day in an event that lasted an entire week. Sunday evening had primarily been a fantastic welcome filled with pageantry unlike anything I have ever seen in honor of the King of Kings!
Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were filled with activity from morning ‘til night. It was nice to know on Wednesday evening that we could take it easy the next day. There had been the opportunity early in the week to sign up for mission related activities or sight-seeing on Thursday. Some were close by and some were further away and covered a variety of price ranges.
I would have enjoyed doing a mission related project because I knew that Brian and I were planning to stay for three days after the congress to do some sight-seeing. Judd, Doug’s son, planned a family-outing right in Cape Town. All of us had seen each other a little bit but we had not spent time together as a family so I obviously was pleased that the opportunity finally presented itself. We were in three different hotels. Judd said we should meet at 10:30 at the one closest to the convention center.
Even without an alarm clock I had been waking each morning at 6 am. I would get up and get dressed and go down and have breakfast. Brian would follow a little later. There were several little tables for two that were side by side. I would usually sit at one of those and engage someone else at a neighboring table in conversation. Many of the guests at our hotel were congress participants but not all. If they weren’t congress participants, they were quite curious about who we were and why we had gathered.
Thursday morning I slept until 8 am! When I went for breakfast, the area was more crowded than usual and I sat at a little table way over against a wall. When going through the line to select my breakfast I saw the tall South African pastor with AIDS who had given his testimony. I told him I appreciated what he had shared. I went back to my little table and became absolutely overwhelmed with God’s grace in my life from protecting me from so many of the atrocities I had heard about during the week—human trafficking, AIDS, being displaced because of natural and man-made disasters, persecution, ignorance, etc, etc. I felt completely unworthy of the good life with which I have been blessed. I became more than just a little misty-eyed. I wept. When I started back to my room I hoped nobody would notice that I was visibly upset. However a maid met me in the hall and gave me a very sympathetic look. I stopped and put my arm around her and said, “I am so happy.” She smiled and obviously understood. When I walked in the room, Brian was on his computer. He also could see I had been crying and gave me a quizzical look. I said, “Why me?”
“What’s wrong, sister?” I told him God has been too good to me. Brian asked what prompted my emotions and we talked about how incredibly and undeservedly blessed we are.
When we got to the hotel lobby where we were supposed to meet the rest of the family we heard another example of God’s marvelous grace. There was a young man who Judd knew that was of mid-eastern ethnicity. This young man was quite a story-teller and was telling a group several “getting- through-airport” stories. Most of them had to do with his ethnic appearance and the fact that he was formerly a member of the radical military group. Judd asked him if he could give a shortened version of his testimony. He was raised in a proud Muslim home. This young man did everything he could to be a very good Muslim. He did not find contentment and begged God to make Himself known to him. When in prison for political reasons he had a dramatic conversion experience like I’ve read about but never heard in person. It was spine-tingling. My testimony of being raised in a Christian home in the USA will never give anyone chills. . .but I’m grateful for God’s grace which dramatically saves some and graciously protects others.
It was awhile before our family outing began. While sitting there in the hotel lobby Jeanie (Doug’s wife) and I talked to one of the ladies on the same communications team as me. She is an English and French professor at Gordon College and attends the same church in South Hamilton, MA, as Doug and Jeanie. She grew up in St. Louis, attended DePauw University in Indiana. She was raised in a mainline denomination but never heard the gospel. While at DePauw she spent a year abroad at the University of Lausanne and became friends with a daughter of the late Francis Shaffer. When she heard the gospel for the first time she knew it was different than anything she had ever heard previously. She became a Christian by Thanksgiving of that year and had the opportunity to be discipled at L’Abri. Yet another example of God’s amazing grace!
Our family outing finally began and we went to a fort called the Castle of Good Hope that is one of the oldest buildings on the cape of South Africa built in 1666. We saw some military re-enactments and took a tour of the grounds. Part of the fort included a prison and a torture chamber. Each morning just prior to the Bible exposition, the passage to be studied from Ephesians was read aloud by a member of the drama team. A prison cell was pictured on the big screen behind the stage. It was interesting to be in that tiny, centuries-old prison cell and think of the world-wide and eternal influence Paul had during his confinement.
From the fort we walked through a part of downtown and saw some open air markets. We saw several beggars. Local tourist information and congress information encouraged us not to give them money but to give to local charitable organizations. We had lunch at an ethnically diverse location—Kentucky Fried Chicken. J There were some pieces left over in our bucket so I carried them to give to the next beggar we encountered. It wasn’t long ’til we saw two beggars on a bench. I gave them the bucket which included a loaf of bread. The woman told me over and over, “I love you to Jesus, I love you to Jesus.” I told her I loved her to Jesus, too.
Our downtown walk included a visit to an Anglican church where Desmond Tutu had presided. It was the only church which allowed both blacks and whites to worship together during apartheid. Beautiful cathedrals are so conducive to worship.
The parliament building in Cape Town is beautiful and is surrounded by large and gorgeous gardens. The trees, grass, flowers, and plants were lush. The birds were different than we see at home but they had squirrels which had been imported from the US. They look just like the ones we have running around in our yard on High Street! The afternoon was spent leisurely. We stopped at a coffee shop for something to eat and drink. On our way back to the hotel we walked through another open air market, the Green Market, that has beautiful jewelry, tapestries, and wood carvings. It was a very pleasant afternoon with Doug, Jeanie, Jessa, Judd, Joji, Brian and me.
| "I love you to Jesus" all because of KFC! |
| L to r; me, Jessa, Jeanie, and Joji--Doug's sister, daughter, wife and daughter-in-law at the gardens surrounding the parliament building in Cape Town. |
| This man's conversion experiece is similar to that of the Apostle Paul. |
