Still or Sparkling?

“Try not to get lost in comparing yourself to others. Discover your gifts and let them shine!” –Jennie Finch

Whenever we order water at a restaurant in South Africa, the question we are always asked is “Still or Sparkling?”

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That got me to thinking…

Does God reveal himself to you in a still (quiet and reflective) or sparkling (exciting and exuberant) way?

It is probably safe to say that most of us have experienced both. There are times in our Christian walk when we are contemplative, seeking, listening, possibly even in a valley. Other times we are on the mountain top ready to shout the good news.

What about when you asked Christ into your heart? Did you experience a still, peaceful, quietness? Or did you experience a sparkling, life changing transformation?

I grew up in the United Methodist Church. And as is the tradition, my parents had me baptized as a baby and then I attended confirmation classes in middle school. Confirmation is a time to learn, reflect and choose for yourself whether you accept Christ as your personal savior.

I readily chose Christ, as I always believed. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t. So when confirming my faith in middle school, I did not experience a life changing, life altering, shall we say “sparkling” moment. It was just a matter of confirming my faith in public.

All was good.  I was confident in my faith. A stillness in my heart. And then, I heard some friends talk about the “day” they were saved.  They were born again. The exact date. The time. The place. The experience. Wow. It was such an eye opening, “sparkling” experience for them. And they will never forget it! They will remember that date forever.

Then the questions were asked of me. “When were you saved? When were you born again?”  Me? You mean an exact date? Well, I don’t know. Maybe my confirmation date? Is that when I was saved? Is that when I was born again? No; I don’t believe so. But at least it was the date I made my public profession of faith.  Hmm, if only I could remember that date. Then I would have an answer to these very awkward questions.

Over the years, those questions would cause me to doubt my salvation just a little bit each time I was asked. Am I “born again”? Am I “saved”? I have always believed. But I do not have a life changing, “sparkling” transforming experience to share. And I certainly do not have an exact date.  Hmm, if only I could remember that confirmation date.

I started to believe that I had to have a “sparkling” conversion experience in order to know I really had accepted Christ. I found myself asking Christ into my heart over and over again.  Whenever I attended youth events and everyone was invited to close their eyes and raise their hand to accept Christ, I would find myself raising my hand. Maybe this time I will experience that sparkling, overwhelming, earth shattering, life changing transformation. Then I would have a date and a story to share. But every time it was the same. A stillness of knowing Christ.

Then, as a young 20-something I attended a 4-day Christian Retreat. The weekend revolved around listening to 15 amazing talks presented by 15 different women. What I heard was so many awesome stories of how God transformed their lives. They were saved from so many different situations… alcoholism, drug addiction, abuse, neglect, bad marriages, failed relationships, etc. Their lives had completely changed when they accepted Christ. They had stories to share that would certainly help lead others to Christ.

Once again, I felt lost. What is my story? I have lived a good life. I grew up in a loving family.  Never got into any kind of trouble. Graduated from college. Got a good job. And on that retreat weekend, I was one month away from marrying the love of my life (Kurt).

I started to question myself again, “Am I really saved? Born again? Can I be if I have no story to share? No sparkling, life altering transformation?

Before that weekend was over, God revealed himself to me again in a still and quiet way and reminded me of my story. A very blessed life. A story of the grace, love and peace with which He covered me throughout my life.

I am thankful that my salvation story is one of stillness and peace. Now may my life story sparkle as Christ shines through me.  ~ Tracy Cooper

 

Laying Out a Fleece

Have you ever felt so ill-equipped to do the task God has laid before you, that you actually lay out a fleece before God?

“Gideon said to God, “If this is right, if you are using me to save Israel as you’ve said, then look: I’m placing a fleece of wool on the threshing floor. If dew is on the fleece only, but the floor is dry, then I know that you will use me to save Israel, as you said.” Judges 6:36-40 The Message (MSG)

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Gideon was willing to do what God was calling him to do, but because of his feelings of inadequacy, he wanted confirmation.

There was a time when God called me so far out of my comfort zone, that I wasn’t really sure I was hearing Him correctly.  How could he possibly think I was capable of doing that job?

Have you ever felt that way?  How could God possibly be calling me to…  confront that person?… complete that task? … handle this situation?… move my family?… change jobs?

Well, that was what I thought.  I was fortunate enough to be a stay-at-home mom when our children were young.  A job I loved. I always knew that was the job for which I was created. So when I started to feel restless, 15 years into the gig, I wasn’t quite sure why.  Why would I consider doing anything different than what I have been doing? I am comfortable here. My family needs me in this role.

Yet, I was being nudged to do something new.  Something that might take time away from my family.  Was I ready for that? I didn’t know what it was, but the nudge was real.

The struggle started to take place just before Lent in 2004.  Lent, a time to reflect on the life of Christ. A time to dig deeper spiritually and to self-reflect.

Many of us use this time to sacrifice something we love.  This gives us time to reflect and pray whenever we are craving that “thing”.

Others of us choose to add something to our day.  Daily Bible reading, devotions, acts of kindness. Anything that helps us draw closer to Christ.

I decided to “add” to my day and read through “The Purpose Driven Life: What On Earth Am I Here For?” by Rick Warren.  A 40-day study. Perfect.

As I went through the study, the nudge grew stronger.  It was definitely time to do something new. And what I was hearing was it was time for me to do some work outside of the house.

Well, that is a scary thought.  I haven’t worked in the professional world for 15-years.  What could I possibly do now? And besides, I love being a stay-at-home mom.

So, it was time to lay out my fleece.  Lord, if I am hearing you right and I am to go back to work, then you must meet these conditions.  Yes, that is exactly how I said it… snarky and all.

  1. I will work only during the hours my children are in school.
  2. I must have all holidays and summers off with my children.
  3. Although teaching is probably the only job that fits into these conditions, I cannot be a teacher!

I needed to know if it was just me feeling restless because my children were much more independent (10 yrs. – 15 yrs at the time);  or if it was God putting this restlessness in my heart. Hence, the fleece.

Well, God accepted the challenge.  He immediately dropped an opportunity right into my lap.  New Life Church was looking for a new weekday Preschool Director and asked me if I’d consider the position.  The thing is, my degree and experience were not in education. I knew that I knew nothing about being a preschool director (except that I was a preschool mom for many, many years).

Ok, let’s check the fleece.  Surely it won’t pass the test.  (1) √, (2) √, (3) √.

But wait God, I forgot to add one more condition.  (4) It must be something I know how to do. God has such a sense of humor!

I knew His answer, “I have fulfilled all of your conditions.  Now you must trust that I will equip you for the job.” Wow. How do you argue with that?

I accepted the job and learned that I needed to hire a new staff and purchase a curriculum.  Did I mention I was not an educator? Hiring teachers and choosing a curriculum were completely out of my comfort zone.  “Trust me,” I heard.

God supplied the preschool with amazing, qualified teachers and an awesome curriculum that year.  And I knew that He was in control!

I was blessed to be in that role for 10 years.  And I was amazed that God used me in a position I never imagined I was capable of doing.  And I wasn’t.  But He equipped me, guided me and provided me with everything I needed because I trusted Him.

Are you being called out of your comfort zone?  Have you laid out a fleece, yet still don’t trust that God will equip you?  I encourage you not to miss the opportunity God is calling you to. Trust him.  If He is calling you, He will equip you!

We serve an awesome God.  ~Tracy Cooper

Knysna, South Africa – Year Five

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”– Walter Winchell

Thank you for joining me on our journey again this year!  Many of you may have followed along last year and learned about why Kurt and I travel to South Africa (annually since 2014).  However, some of you may be reading this blog for the first time.  So let me start by reposting our story of how we got here from the blog  The Journey Begins…                                     

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“Why are you in South Africa?”, you may ask.  Well it is a story only God could write…

For many years, I would always joke with people saying that when Kurt retires, he will probably “drag” me to some 3rd World country to be in ministry.  Fast forward, here we are in Knysna, South Africa.  It isn’t 3rd World, but it is definitely 2nd World.

So how did we get here?  After Kurt retired in January 2014, he began to meet with the University of Virginia to learn about their water purification “system” (local potters make porous pots lined with silver), in Limpopo, South Africa.  After meeting with those involved with this project a couple of times, they recommended he go visit the site in order to understand the site work that needed to be designed.  Since he and I decided I would go with him, we thought we would make a vacation out of the trip down (as it would probably be the ONLY time we would ever come to Africa).

One problem, we knew nothing about Africa.  I certainly did not realize how big the continent is compared to North America.  Africa is bigger than China, India, the contiguous U.S. and most of Europe—combined!  So, how do I begin to plan a trip?  I would tap into my resources or as many would call, FRIENDS.

I happened to know only one couple that had ever been to Africa and their trip was to Kenya, not South Africa.  But as God would have it, this couple had just recently met a man who was born and raised in South Africa, but now lives in Augusta, Georgia.  My friend recommended I email his friend to see if he could help me plan an itinerary.  After several emails back and forth with this man I had never met, Kurt decided that this project with UVA was not a good fit. Wow, disappointment.  This man in Georgia has spent so much of his time helping me plan a vacation and now I needed to tell him we were not going to go.  I felt bad to have wasted his time.

God had other plans!  It was now August or so and instead of my new email friend saying oh well, so sorry for you; he said that he was taking a mission team to Knysna, South Africa at the beginning of November and invited us to come with him.  I promptly said “Thank you” but “No Thank You”, we have already allocated that money to be used for something else… that may or may not have been completely true.

My new friend did not take “no” for an answer.  Instead he told me to talk to Kurt and pray about it.  Ugh, why did he have to bring God into this?  I know that if I pray about it, I may have to say “yes”.  Dilemma, do I tell Kurt we’ve been invited?

Yes, I did.  And after much prayer, we decided to join the team. 

Now, it is January 2019 and we have returned to Knysna 6 times over the past 5 years.  We love the people here and have made forever friends.

Last year, we were able to transition the program I launched in 2016 called Girls Talk into the ministry of the local Youth for Christ.  This was a dream come true.  I knew from the start that the program would not be sustainable unless a local organization could oversee it and provide the necessary resources.  At the same time, this provided a full-time professional job for my friend Thokozile, God-size Dreams.

Kurt spent his time teaching basic carpentry skills to young men who did not complete the 9th grade.  To learn about their final project, please read  Opening Their Hearts and Home ).  He will do this again this year with a new group of guys.

So, with all of that said, and just arriving back here 2 days ago, I am not sure what this trip will bring.  Kurt and I  made a trip up to the township this morning to meet with some friends.  We both left a little discouraged to see the circumstances of some of their households.  

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Makazi (Aunt) Babalwa

I hope to spend time getting to know the stories of more people here again.  I plan to share them with you and give you updates on those you met last year.

As you have seen in the past, however sad or tragic these stories can be, many are so inspirational.  Through it all, our God remains faithful.  ~Tracy Cooper

Opening Their Hearts and Home

“It’s not the size of your house that makes a home… It’s the size of your heart.” ~Jane Lee Logan

In June 2017, Maria and her husband Freddy opened their hearts and home, doubling the size of their family overnight.  They have six children of their own.  Yet in June, they agreed to take in six of Maria’s cousin’s children who became orphaned.

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The orphaned siblings with Maria and Ella. Frederick, the oldest did not move to Knysna.

Maria grew up in the Eastern Cape of South Africa.  At the age of 20 years old, she had her first daughter with a man to whom she was not married.  Then 3 years later, she had her second daughter.  Maria is a strong woman and began raising these girls on her own.

At the age of 26, she met Freddy, the man of her dreams.  They fell in love and were married.  They just celebrated their 26th wedding anniversary!  Freddy is a good man.  He has always worked hard to take care of Maria and their children.  For years, the only work he could find was in Knysna, two hours away from his family.  He moved there to work and traveled home when he could to see his family.  This is so typical of families.  If the father is still involved with the family, he may have to live in another town to work, only seeing his family on occasion.  

While he worked in Knysna, Freddy stayed with Maria’s sister.  She lived in an area of the township that was very underdeveloped at the time.  No roads.  No concrete block homes.  No water.  No electricity.  This was now Freddy’s home away from home.  He would work all day long and often help neighbors at night and on the weekends.  He is a handy man.  Someone who can fix almost anything.  And he is always willing to help.  One neighbor took notice of his kindness to the community.  She starting talking with him about his work, his family and his plans.  She wanted to know if he planned to move his family to Knysna.

Of course Freddy would love to do that, but where would they live?  He and his wife had six children!  The woman was full of compassion.  She told Freddy that she wanted to give her land to him so that he could move his family to Knysna.   A piece of land full of brush and vegetation.  No buildings.  So much potential.  Wow. 

Freddy couldn’t wait to tell Maria.  But she held back her excitement.   She had concerns.  She didn’t know this woman.  What if they accepted the offer, built a home on the property, and then the woman turned around and took the land back.  Valid concern.

Freddy returned to Knysna a few days later and addressed Maria’s concern with the woman.  She so wanted to give them this gift.  She insisted Freddy go with her to the magistrate where she signed the land over to him.  It was now legal.  No strings attached.  A priceless gift.  Maria and I both agree… a true blessing from God.

Freddy got to work building his family a wooden house.  Actually one that feels large inside because he designed it with high ceilings.  When it was finished, the 8 of them moved in.   The home had a kitchen and two bedrooms.  No bathroom.

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Maria standing in front of the Wooden home Freddy built 13 years ago. The blue RDP house is in the back.

Life was good.  Not easy.  But good.  They were surrounded by bush.  No roads.  No running water.  No electricity.  No sanitation.  But they were all together again!  Within a couple of years, that part of the township (Dam Se Bos) began to develop.  The government brought roads, water lines, sanitation and electricity to that area.  RDP homes (Reconstruction and Development Programme) were being built.  A few years ago, Maria and Freddy qualified for their small government home (2 bedrooms / 1 bathroom).  This now stands directly behind the wooden house.

Side note:  The RDP program was initiated by the ANC Party under the leadership of Nelson Mandela.  Poverty is the single greatest burden of South Africa’s people, and is the direct result of the apartheid.  As part of this program, people in poverty have the opportunity to receive a free home.  Those eligible must meet these qualifications:  Must be a South African citizen; over the age of 21; married or living with a partner OR single with dependants; earn less than R3,500 ($295 U.S.) per household per month.  The problem is that it can take years before your home is built.  I know some people that have been waiting 15-20 years.

This brings us to June 2017.  Maria got a call from family members telling her that her cousin had been murdered.   She was stabbed in front of her home, in front of her children.  She was an alcoholic and apparently got into an altercation with another woman, leading to her death.  Six children were now orphaned.  Their mother was dead and their alcoholic father had been murdered (stabbed) a year earlier.  It is so hard to imagine what these children went through in that household.

Maria, who didn’t really even know the children, was begged by relatives to take them in.  If Maria did not take them, they would be separated and put into foster care.  She did what came naturally.  She prayed.

Maria felt God tugging on her heart.  She must give these orphans a chance.  So off she and Freddy went to pick up 6 more children to join their family.

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The youngest sisters recently orphaned.

Maria’s two oldest daughters had already moved away.  One lives in Capetown and one lives in Johannesburg.  However, they each have one child a 4-year old girl and a 2-year old boy that live with Maria and Freddy.

If you are trying to keep a head count, here it is… In the household resides: Freddy, Maria, 4 of their children (3 in high school and a 25-year old who just had a baby), 3 grandchildren and 6 of her cousin’s children.  A total of 15 people.  4 bedrooms.  1 bathroom.  Yes, 1 bathroom.  Things are a little crowded, to say the least.

 

Not only that, the financial struggle is very real.  Freddy has a maintenance job (actually in the neighborhood where we rent a house).  He works hard all week long and then pastors a church in his community on Sundays.  I don’t know Freddy’s salary, but it would be typical for him to make around $17 U.S. per day.  He is the only bread-winner in the home.

Praise God my friends Penny and Ella (Emzini Tours), who I mentioned in the blog posts “Unprotected-Part 1” and “Unprotected – Part 2”, have partnered with Freddy and Maria to help provide for the orphans.  They pay for school uniforms, transport to school, school fees and some food expenses.  It is a necessary blessing for the family.

To help Maria and Freddy with space, Kurt and our friend Don have been teaching a group of 8 guys basic carpentry skills.  These boys did not complete high school, some cannot read.  This was an opportunity to teach them some basic skills to hopefully make them a little bit more employable.  Their final project was to build a 12 X 12 sleeping room onto Freddy and Maria’s home.  This gives the family space to move 4 -6 of the children into a room of bunk beds.

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The finished sleeping room.

The project was amazing.  Not only did it give Maria’s family more sleeping space, it was such an exciting accomplishment for the young boys in the class.

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New sleeping room.

Freddy and Maria are Christians.  Maria praises our Savior all day long.  It gives me such joy to visit and see her love for our Lord.  Together this couple teaches their children kindness, compassion, love, grace and mercy.  They instill in them the importance of an education.  Maria told me that in her house, nobody is allowed to drop out of school.  They are raising these children to be good productive members of society.

Because Freddy and Maria opened their hearts and their home, six children have a new lease on life.  I am thankful that they obeyed God’s call on their lives.  Well done good and faithful servants! ~Tracy Cooper

Christian Beliefs vs Cultural Rituals

“Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.” ~Albert Einstein

What I have heard and read about the traditional Xhosa Initiation known as Ulwaluko, is basically all I am allowed to know.  This is the secretive Xhosa ritual where a boy becomes a man.

A young teenage boy longs for the day to go through his initiation.  Why?  Because until he participates in this process, he is referred to as inkwenkwe (boy) regardless of his age.  He will never be looked at or respected as a man in the Xhosa culture until he has had his Ulwaluko.

So, what is involved in Ulwaluko?  Here is what I know…

At 18 years old, a boy is allowed and encouraged to go to “the mountain” or “the bush” (woods) for his Ulwaluko.  Several ceremonies take place before he leaves.  The family gathers to seek blessings from the ancestors and see the boy off.   While away, the young boy is reintroduced to the ancestors and ‘uQamata’ (the supreme being among the Xhosa people).  He is taught about the history of his people and learns discipline.  He is also taught how to be a family man and a responsible person who contributes positively to society.   

The boy is in seclusion with other initiates (abakhwetha) in a remote area away from any towns or villages for a 3 – 4 week period. This usually takes place in December or July when the boys are not in school.  No women or un-initiated boys are allowed any where near there.  The traditional “doctor” and the person chosen to look after each of the boys are the only other men there.   

While there, the boys are stripped of their old clothes and covered in a white mud and a blanket.  They call upon their ancestors, slaughter goats as offerings and consume African beer. 

Sometime in the midst of the 3-4 weeks, the boys are circumcised.   With a knife.  No pain medication.  No noise.

 

 

You may be wondering if this practice is only done nowadays by those less educated.  Those in remote villages in South Africa.  No.  It is a tradition that all Xhosa people cling to.  It is important.  Special.  Relevant.  Yet, risky.

Each year, many boys die or develop major infections from this unsanitary practice taking place in the bush.  Often they don’t seek medical attention, because they fear it is a sign of weakness.

Once the “Man” returns home, all of his clothes and bedding are burned.  He must wear new clothes and sleep in new bedding, ridding himself of all of his boyish things. 

The “Man” then wears the traditional attire of a sport coat, pants and hat for a period of 3-6 months signifying his manhood.   Each family determines the length of time this must be worn by their son.  They may also require that he wear a brownish-red paint on his face.   I have seen some boys walking around with and some without the face paint.  Schools and employers allow the men to wear the traditional attire instead of the school uniform or work clothes during that time.

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Ahtenkosi (one of Kurt’s Friday guys), working in his “Traditional Initiation” clothes.

The Ulwaluko can be quite a financial strain on families.  The initiation, ceremonies and clothing can cost upwards of $1000 U.S.  This is taxing on a society where so many of the people are already living in poverty.   Because it is so important, families will sacrifice many things, including food, to save the money to send their son to “the mountain.”  Some must wait years after turning 18, while their family struggles to save enough money.

It is all very interesting to me.  Especially the question, “What happens when Christian Beliefs and Cultural Rituals don’t align?”  This ancient tradition has caused my Christian Xhosa friends to struggle with the fact that their son will some day participate in his own Ulwaluko.

In the religions of traditional Xhosa people,  God is rarely involved in everyday life and may only be approached through ancestral intermediaries who are honored through ritual sacrifices.  Basically animals are slaughtered and offered up to the ancestors.  It is the ancestors that are being worshiped, not God.

As Christians we believe that God is very much a part of our every day lives.  At the very moment that Christ died, the temple curtain (through which only the Highest of Priests could go) was torn in two from top to bottom (Mark 15:38).  This shows us that the barrier between man and God was destroyed forever.  Because of Christ’s ultimate sacrifice, all those that love Him can come into God’s presence at any time!  We only worship God.

For my Christian Xhosa friends, the importance of this Xhosa Cultural Ritual signifying the crossing from boyhood to manhood will result in them allowing their son to have his Ulwaluko when the time comes.  Their hope is that the Christian foundation they lay before him over these years will help him stand strong and abstain from any rituals that go against their Christian beliefs during his time “on the mountain”.

“Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.” Proverbs 22:6

We serve an awesome God! ~ Tracy Cooper