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thank you for keeping my arms up!

With only four more days to go (the countdown is set to midnight!) before I leave for Zambia, I am INCREDIBLY excited for all that lies ahead!

You may not know me long enough to know the journey that God put me on to get me here: to this day, in this place, but it’s been a journey of more than 10 years!

This morning I was reading through Philippians, and it struck me anew how Paul interceded for the new Believers, how he eagerly hoped to be able to join them in person.

These sentiments are found throughout all of his letters. He takes special care to mention those who labour with him – Timothy, Aquila, Priscilla, and many others – honouring them for the work they do in the Kingdom. And he always points the church to Christ.

What a legacy!

One of the children’s stories that I finished up yesterday was about the Damascus road encounter (Acts 9).

I am constantly amazed that God specifically chose Saul to work among the gentiles, because his reputation was so well-known, and that made his testimony all the more believable.

In the end, God doesn’t care how amazing we think we are, or how skilled or able. He is simply looking for someone who is willing to take up his cross, to lay down his life — simply so that others might receive Life.

Like a drink offering, being poured out on the altar, nothing is worth more than honouring Him.

The first words God spoke after he called Paul was, “I will show him how much he must suffer for my name.” (Acts 9:15-16)

This morning, as I’m quite literally closing the books, I’d like to thank the hundreds of people who have journeyed with me over the years, sowing into the Kingdom, speaking God into my life, partnering in prayer, giving financially, interceding, weeding, watering, and harvesting.

I am incredibly honoured by each of you!

I cannot begin to call you all by name, but know that, I am deeply humbled by each of you keeping my arms up!

May you receive the crown of honour for your faithful work!

#runwildlivefree

#everytribeandtongue

#untilthewholeworldhears

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it is finished

Seven months ago, I took this picture in Nazareth. “Nothing good comes from Nazareth,” the words rang through my head, as I considered the notion of Good Friday.

As an oldest child, I’ve often considered the significance of Passover — not because I fear death, but because I realize how desperately I fall short in my own efforts.

Jesus, the perfect sacrifice, the Passover Lamb was beaten for our transgressions, He brought healing by His stripes, and He settled the debt of our sins by His death.

He died so that we could live. In Him there is Life, and Life in abundance!

He not only died, He rose again: defeating Death and the enemy’s claim to this kingdom He restored Identity and Authority, and He rules with the Father — glorified.

Sin came into the world in the garden of Eden, when Adam failed to see that he was already like God, created in His image.

The price for Salvation was claimed in the garden of Gethsemane, where Jesus willingly offered himself as Sacrifice in our stead so that Identity could be restored, reconciling us as Sons to the Father.

Today, we can live in that freedom, when we believe in our hearts, and confess with our mouths, that Jesus is Lord — the Son of God — and we shall inherit the Kingdom of Heaven, as co-heirs with Christ.

tetelestai: the debt has been paid in full; it is finished

#itisfinished
#runwildlivefree
#everytribeandtongue
#untilthewholeworldhears

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for all men

I refuse to be ashamed of sharing the wonderful message of God’s liberating power unleashed in us through Christ! For I am thrilled to preach that everyone who believes is saved—the Jew first, and then people everywhere!

Romans 1:16

The Gospel is the Good News of Salvation for all men of all tribes and all Nations for all times.

I took this picture on April 4th 2018 in Mpatamatu, central Zambia. We were on our way back to town after ministering in the villages.

We were looking for a bucket to carry water in, when we came across a small settlement between some mango trees. It was the chief’s house.

Though none of us spoke any Bemba, and they spoke little English, we prayed for the chief who had backache, and his son, whom we suspected had Malaria.

When we went back the next day, the boy, who was unable to lift up his head the day before, came running down the road to meet us, excitedly telling us that his father’s back was healed.

He is the God of supernatural. When we trust Him, and obey Him to go where He sends us, lives are changed and hearts are restored.

#runwildlivefree

#everytribeandtongue

Posted in Gospel, Missions, Zambia

pray for the harvest

In Matthew 24, Jesus tells us which signs to look for in the last days — the last days before He returns.

Rather than joining the conspiracy on When the End of the Age will take place, I labour to share the Good News of Salvation with as many people as possible. With 28 days to go before leaving for Zambia, I’m spending some extra time in preparation for the work to which He has called me.

As ministry partner in the Kingdom, you’re making it possible for others to go to the most remote places on earth, to reach those who have never had the opportunity to hear the Truth about Him!

In Luke 10:2, Jesus tells us that the harvest is ready, but that there are not enough labourers to bring in this mighty harvest. He also says we should pray to the Lord of the harvest to send out more labourers into the fields!

what a wonderful privilege it is to be a labourer in His Kingdom!

Won’t you join me in praying for the harvest today?

  • that Believers all over the world will wake up to the call for labourers
  • that Believers will be witnesses and Kingdom Ambassadors in every area of everyday life
  • that those who suffer persecution will stand strong and hold on to God
  • that Believers will no longer be trapped in lukewarm religion, but that they will be drawn in to relationship with the Father

💕🌻 Until the whole world hears!

If you have any prayer requests, feel free to send them through — I am always happy to stand in faith with you!

#runwildlivefree

#everytribeandtongue

Thank you to each of you sending personal messages of encouragement and support. I truly appreciate every message!

Posted in Gospel, Journal, Missions, Zambia

go fish

A year ago today, I packed my household contents on a friend’s truck and a trailer, and moved for the 6th (what would later be the 8th) time in 3 years, leaving behind my desk job and a life of predictability and security, to set off on the greatest adventure yet!

I remember being completely fascinated by the pictures from my Children’s Bible when my mum used to read to me as a kid.

Jesus multiplying fish and bread.
Jesus healing the sick.
Jesus teaching His disciples.

I’m reminded of the time the disciples were fishing all night, without catching a single thing. Jesus tells them to throw the net out to the other side of the boat. They’re like, “Whaaaaat? We just spent the entire night doing just that!” But, when they act in obedience, they haul in the motherload.

I think one of he biggest lessons of Life with Jesus is to be obedient. David also said (more than once!), OBEDIENCE IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN SACRIFICE.

This time last year was probably one of the most uncertain times I’ve ever gone through — I had no plan, and no backup-plan, but I was determined to walk in obedience.

Those last few weeks contained sooooo many challenges, and I felt a bit like those disciples who are tired and worn out after a night at sea.

In obedience, I threw the net out to the other side even if it didn’t make any sense in the here and now.

My friend Hugo reminded me, “if you walk in obedience miracles will follow.”

Tonight I’m looking back at this sunset drive-by shot from a year ago, and I’m thankful for friends who go the (extra) distance. For parents and a sibling who support me. For far-away friends that uplift and affirm, and point towards the Truth. And above all, looking to Jesus — to keep from sinking.

A year later, I not only get to do my Dream Job while working in the Kingdom as a fisher of men, I’ve travelled all over, met wonderful people. made meaningful connections, and delved deeper into my relationship with God.

I recently spoke to my friend David about ministry, and especially Healing, and I’ve become increasingly aware that your revelation and your ministry has to come from a place of intimacy with God.

Isn’t it wonderful that He keeps drawing us closer, inviting us to live face-to-face with Him, to breathe His life through the Spirit and to share in worship through fellowship?

Let us then fearlessly and confidently and boldly draw near to the throne of grace (the throne of God’s unmerited favor to us sinners), that we may receive mercy [for our failures] and find grace to help in good time for every need [appropriate help and well-timed help, coming just when we need it].

Hebrews 4:16

When we have nothing else to fall back on, except God, it often forces us to dig deeper into Him; to hold on to the Promise Maker, and not only His promises.

Even now, I’m standing in front of challenges, but I am confident in His faithful love that upholds and sustains me, even when the waves crash over this little boat.

I pray you’ll be brave enough to step out onto the waves — keep your eyes on Him!

When you step out in faith, and walk in obedience, God provides — He is faithful!

#runwildlivefree

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loadshedding

In South Africa, there exists a strange phenomenon called “loadshedding“. What it means means is that the power (electricity) is cut for a few hours (sometimes for an undermined length of time) in order to “save” electricity.
I find the reasoning behind this absurd, but that’s a story for another day.

This morning as we experienced Stage 4 loadshedding, it rendered it impossible for me to continue working (since my computer does not run on rainbows and good thoughts), I decided to go for a run in the veld.

The song“run wild” by For King And Country has been my anthem for a long time, as I’m sure you’re aware, and this morning as I was running through thigh high grass, dodging thorn bushes and cow dung, I thought about the notion of loadshedding and self-care.

We often promote self-care as a me-time ritual– taking a long bath, reading a book, getting enough sleep, going for a haircut (and those things are good and right) but the most important part of self-care is to run to Jesus, and to lay your burdens down before Him.

Cast your burden on the Lord [releasing the weight of it] and He will sustain you; He will never allow the [consistently] righteous to be moved (made to slip, fall, or fail). [I Pet. 5:7.] Psalm 55:22

So, this is what loadshedding is really about — to do the things we’re made to do, to run the race with determination, to live free from the burden of sin, to step out in faith, to take on the Great Unknown.

#runwildlivefree
#everytribeandtongue
#runforyourlives
#platteland
#freestate
#mountains

https://bible.com/bible/8/psa.55.22.AMPC

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Lord of the Dance

On 11 February 2018, I spoke to God about my life and job, and the fact that I was stressed and deeply unhappy. I felt that I wasn’t living up to my calling.

The Word He gave me is from John 21:4-7, in which Jesus told the disciples to cast the net out towards the other side of the boat.

I had no idea what this Word meant, but I felt peace to give 24h notice, and resign. I had no plan beyond this.

The next couple of months were a bit in-between, but it lead up to packing up my house and my bags in June (also in obedience) and setting off on the Wilderness x Promised Land Adventure, not yet knowing that I would travel to 6 different countries in 4 months, without a solid income, without a plan or even a backup-plan. I had nothing to go on but a Word from God.

On October 1st, I had a dream in which I was dancing. There was no music, but I danced the message of the Gospel. I had no idea that people were gathering, watching. I simply danced because I had to.

Later that day, we took a boat ride on the Sea of Galilee. I started weeping the minute we cast off. To the left lay Capernaum, and Gaza lay before us. I was thinking how Jesus calmed the sea with a single word, and Holy Spirit reminded me of the Word He gave me in February that year. I was SO overwhelmed by His faithfulness!

OBEDIENCE IS BETTER THAN SACRIFICE.
1 Samuel 15:22

At some point, music started playing. I got up in the front of the boat and started dancing. It was not about performance, but about obedience.

Obedience enables us to #runwildlivefree

It so often happens that we’re held back by the known, and the visible, and even our comfort zone. But, when we trust Him for the harvest, beautiful things happen, and it sets our Spirit free.

May you have courage to step out, and to step in rhythm with the Lord of the Dance!

Posted in Gospel, Journal

run boy, run

You know that scene in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty where he skateboards down a winding road into the heart of a soon-to-be volcano struck town? Yeah, that’s what my life has been like for the past month or so.

We are often so focused on all the might-haves or the could-haves, that we forget about the many haves and dids!

2018 has been riddled with challenges — especially family wise, but now, looking back at it, I realize that all through the crappy parts, God was faithful, and I was surrounded by family and loved ones that kept my arms up while I had to fight.

So often when we encounter difficulties it’s easiest to admit defeat and run away. Well, that’s the thought process I go through, anyway.

There’s only one problem though: I am not afraid, and I do not run. Scared? Yes. But afraid? No.

You see, there’s a difference. Fear paralyzes you, keeps you from thinking clearly, from reacting rationally. It intimidates you into believing that you are incapable, not strong enough, worthless, and entirely without hope.

Scripture tells us in 1 John 4:18 that “perfect love casts out fear”, and this of course refers to God’s love — the only perfect love in existence.

So, looking back on the past year, I know that I’ve had to deal with many losses, and had to make a lot of hard, potentially life-altering, decisions. So yes, things have changed and I’m moving on, not because I’m afraid to face the challenges, but because I’m intentionally moving toward the hopes and dreams in my future.

And, yes — maybe that means skateboarding down a long winding road into the heart of the volcano, but if that’s where my destiny’s at — that’s where I’ll be headed.

May 2019 be the year in which you stop running FROM things, and start running TOWARD things.

Blessings and love to you and yours!

run boy, run!

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the Good Shepherd

I recently sat down to review some of the work I’ve been doing over the past few months, and, as most of you will probably know, I’m finishing up a couple work-things as part of the final preparation before leaving for Zambia.

Anyway, as this review came up, I was reminded of my last “working day” of 2018.
I was still in Mahahe, Namibia, and I had 8 hours to go before getting on the bus to Zambia (via Zimbabwe and Botswana — yes, things don’t always go as planned but that’s part of the adventure).

I was writing about John the Baptist, as part of the series of stories I’m doing for Online Church, and consulted my friend Hugo about the Theology of baptism.

Obviously, this is an important subject to write about. I wanted to be extra careful to write the Truth, and to not sound preachy while doing it.

These children’s stories are available free of charge online — that’s a rather large audience, and, of course, I don’t know these kids’ knowledge or background regarding baptism. And, aside from the children, there will be parents watching and hearing and processing this too. How do I write the Truth without involving Theology?

Rather than advising me about what to write, Hugo suggested that we should pray about it. Which we did. And then I wrote what Holy Spirit lead me to say.

This extract from Psalm 23 is part of those writings.

As I look back on the adventures of the last few months, and the craziness of the last few weeks, I’m drawn closer to times of prayer — leaning in to the voice of the Good Shepherd.

Psalm 23 is probably one of the most well-known Scriptures, right along with John 3:16&17, and 1 Corinthians 13, though I doubt we take the time to dissect this passage, and to pray over it.

The past few weeks and months have presented various challenges and difficulties, but as Hugo reminded me, when we face a problem — physical or spiritual — the best thing we can often do about it, is to pray.

David, when he wrote this song, was a young shepherd boy who lived in the field with his flock. There was nothing famous or important about him, but he knew how to hold on to and grasp revelations of Truth.

Just as David was taking care of his sheep, he knew God was also taking care of him.

As a kid who grew up in the lush green that the Northern Drakensberg had to offer, I’ve always imagined Psalm 23 to resemble the rolling foothills of Kwa-Zulu Natal.

However, upon visiting Israel in October 2018, I came to know the bitter truth — the green pastures David spoke of look nothing like the paradise of my childhood.

The reality of the Psalm 23 in which David’s praise-song was set, was rugged and harsh desert landscape, just outside of Palestine.

But, the more I looked around, I noticed that it was in fact not just rocks and desert, and a hot wind that scorched your skin. There is some grass! And the modern-day shepherds, just like the shepherds of old, I’m sure, knew where to find the good stuff.

They weren’t following the flock from rock to rock, but they were walking in the front, with the sheep following them, leading them from one patch of shade to the next, providing shelter and food as they went along.

The Shepherd does not only ward off danger, herding the flock together, He walks in front of the sheep and He shows them the paths of Life. He provides for the body, and for the soul.

The Good Shepherd lays down his life for his sheep.

You see, so often, we have things backwards.

When we’re confronted with difficulty, we should draw near, and not shrink back, from Him who restores our souls and gives us rest.

Is there any better approach to solving a problem than asking the Shepherd who knows all things how to approach it?

In Him we always have more than enough.

This gives me the courage to press forward, even if the future seems unstable and uncharted.

I’ve been living out of a suitcase for 126 days, and each in-between-suitcase-day has been absolutely worth it. I’m looking forward to the suitcase living and planned (and unplanned) adventures that lie ahead!

I don’t know exactly how things will turn out, but I trust the Good Shepherd, and that’s more than enough! All in pursuit of the Kingdom!

#runwildlivefree

Cornelia’ version of Psalm 23

The Lord is my best friend and my shepherd. I always have more than enough. The Lord gives me a place to rest — I am safe in His love. The Lord makes me whole, and gives me new life. He shows me the paths of life, and leads me to walk in His ways. By walking where He guides me, I bring honour to His name.

Lord, when your path takes me through valleys of darkness, I will not let fear be my master because You take care of me. You remain close to me, and lead me all the way!

In your presence, I am strong, and my heart is filled with peace. Your love comforts me, and takes away my fear. I will never be lonely because you are always near!

You anoint me with your Holy Spirit, and you fill me until my heart feels like it will burst!

I am not afraid of the future because Your goodness and love is always with me — all the days of my life.

And afterward, when all my days have been lived, I will enjoy your presence — forever with You!

God watches over us. He takes care of us, and gives us everything we need. In His presence we are safe and fully loved.

“Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6

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vision

Vision.

It’s a one syllable word. And a perfectly simple one at that. Right?

If you look up “vision”, the OED will tell you that it means a) the ability to see, b) the ability to think about or plan the future with imagination or wisdom, c) a mental image of what the future could be like, and Vision also happens to be a Marvel superhero. (There are other definitions too, but this is not a vocabulary lesson.)

In other words, to have vision implies looking at something with faith and hope. Now, why does that sound so familiar? Oh yes, of course: Jeremiah 29:11.

This morning I spent nearly three hours raking the leaves in my garden into heaps and pulling the weeds out of the lawn as I went along. Winter is hard work. Anyway, I had my iPod playing while I eagerly started out my task. Soon enough a hymn came across the playlist: Be Thou My Vision. I’m sure you’ve heard it before. It has a really catchy Irish tune. If you, for the moment, forgot how it goes, check out this cover by Noteworthy.

So, anyway, the song stuck with me, and I went looking for the scriptures that inspired this hymn.

It’s from Ephesians 1: 17-23 and Colossians 3 : 11

Something I’ve been thinking about a lot this week is that scripture in Matthew 14 where Peter sees Jesus walking on the water and Jesus tells him (Peter) to get out of the boat and come to him. Peter starts out great, but soon enough he starts sinking. Because he took his eyes off Jesus.

I think it’s easy to loose sight of God. Not because we’re distracted necessarily, though that can sometimes be the issue, but often simply because we have our own agenda.

When Peter got out of the boat his goal was to reach Jesus. That was what he was focused on and what he was going for. Now, I’m pretty sure there might have been waves spraying into Peter’s eyes and he might have been afraid, but the minute he stepped out of the boat, he walked in faith. Yes, he started sinking and he cried out to God to save him. Jesus said, “you of little faith, why did you doubt?”

When I think about “little faith” I’m reminded about Matthew 13, just one chapter earlier, where Jesus says in v31:

“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. 32 Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

Faith in obedience has the power to move mountains. If we act on a word of God we shall be like the believers described in Matthew 10. It’s not just about the supernatural, but it also is. If we call ourselves Christians we simply cannot live ordinary lives.

be thou my vision

And this hymn reminds me of that — to live with heavenly perspective. He is my battle shield. His Word is my sword. He is my strong tower. He is my delight.

I pray that you might see Him and have the courage to step out of the boat. Yes, it’s scary and sometimes the waves are pretty big and the wind blows strong and throws you off balance.

But keep your eyes on Him.

Act in obedience and walk by faith, not be sight.

Stepping out in faith is not knowing that Peter walked on water. Faith is getting out of your own boat, whether you’re wearing a life jacket or not, and whether you’re knee deep in the water and surrounded by a storm or not, to still trust that God has plan for your life; knowing Holy Spirit will guide you; knowing Jesus will reach out to catch you; knowing Father will embrace you; and doing the impossible because God is a God of wonders.