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Ministry Travels
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Wednesday, 25 January 2012 09:23 |
Over the weekend I attended the 60th birthday celebration of a dear friend Alison Papenfus. Alison's house backs into Constantia Kloof, a valley in the Randburg - a rocky outcrop of ironstone above Johannesburg. On her roof is a garden with magnificent views. My bedroom was beside the garden. (This will become important toward the end).
Party planners set up a huge, multi poled tent over the garden with tables for sixty guests. The guests started arrivingĀ at 5.30pm, were seated in the street outside the house at tressel tables laden with canned goods, dry foods, plastic bags and instructions to pack them. Doctors, lawyers, missionaries, pastors & students; black, white & indian; Jew, Muslim & Christian side by side making care packs for the poor.
It made me weep. All was to be donated to at risk children, or taken across the border to Zimbabwe. It reminded me of the Scripture abou throwing a party for those who could not pay you back (Matt 14:13) and the Proverb about lending to the poor (19:17). The party was a beautiful time of friendship, celebration, mission and conversation. I crashed into bed after midnight - once the tent was clear of guests.
At 3am I was shocked into consciousness. There was a bang, an explosion that sounded like a waterfall being thrown against a wall of glass. A shattering boom whose volume was physical. Light filled the room. The atmosphere sizzled and tingled with electricity. It appeared that the house - the tent and my bedroom had been struck by lightning!
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