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Let’s get Lost in India!

A few weeks back, our curriculum provider, Sonlight, sent out an intriguing email about getting involved in raising support for children in India.

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Every year, Sonlight creates an opportunity for Sonlighters to be involved in supporting mission work in some part of the world.

We’ve been very slack in getting involved in the past few years, but last year we supported the Far East Broadcasting Company as they sought to raise funds for more gospel radios to reach remote areas in the Far East.  The kids thoroughly enjoyed being involved in that, especially since it involved following ‘Phoenix Phaxx’ the homeschooled boy around the world.

So when the opportunity came up again to raise support in this way, the kids were really keen – especially since it involved video footage!

But, Lost in India is so much more than video footage of a great cause.  Within the first few minutes my kids were 100% committed to being a part of this global project.  Their young hearts were touched.  Before we even had a chance to look at some of the extras, they were ready to dash out the room and sell half their belongings in order to raise funds.  That in itself is enough for me – my kids have moments of great urgency for the gospel, but like most Western kids (and adults, mom included!), they also have a great love for the things of this world too – a love that clouds out the magnitude of The Love. But this project has them thinking and asking questions and excited to share with children halfway across the world who have nothing.

And then we opened the extras and realised that Lost in India is investing not only in the gospel and my kids’ heart for the gospel (that alone is the best!) but the programme is also investing in my kids’ education.

It started off with receiving these goodies in the mail yesterday:

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A map, stickers and other info plus a cardboard backpack money box to collect their donations.  We get to follow Chris and Justin’s journey on the map – hands-on visual learning!

Each of the 8 video episodes in this month-long series includes 9 extra things the kids can do, watch, read and share:

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Like this slideshow that shows and explains about the different clothing items children and people in India wear:

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And these phrases explained to kids:

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After reading the section above, Katie pulled out her little netbook and wrote this email to her dad, which Craig promptly responded to:

 

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The kids get to write their own journal too, alongside Chris’s “lost in India” journal.  My kids dictated their journal pieces to me while I typed it in:

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And stories about the children that are benefitting from the Mission India Children’s Bible Club feature too:

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The second episode was released today.  Wow.  It was powerful.  How lost our world is.  How much we need Jesus.

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Lost in India is aiming to raise $350 000 dollars in support of Mission India’s children bible clubs.  Sonlight Curriculum is partnering with Mission India in this endeavour by matching every dollar raised by others.  When you read the stories of how these clubs have impacted the lives of Indian children and how the gospel has set families free, it’s hard not to want to dive straight in and help in whichever way we can!

The video episodes in the “Lost in India” story are released each week on a Tuesday and Thursday.  You can watch them at any time and if you want to do the activities, they can be done as and when your family has time.  It’s not too late to sign up and join the experience.

So come with us and Get Lost in India!

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Where splintered pews had lain…

His face paled. Oh my God! escaped his lips, bouncing off the mike at the pulpit.  It echoed throughout the auditorium.

I was shocked.  What would cause a pastor to blaspheme?

The man standing by his side – the man who had, moments ago, whispered an urgent message into his ear – stared at the congregation, his brow furrowed, his mouth turned in sorrow.

The pastor spoke again:

There is bad news.  We have just heard that St James Church was bombed this evening.  We don’t know anything else.  But, before we go, please let’s pray.

A wave of dreadful knowing hit me.  My dad was there.  And my brother.

Earlier that evening, I had just finished a confirmation class at St James Church, my family church.  I was waiting at the curb for my mother – we were planning to visit another church service that night.  My sister, her friend, and my boyfriend of 8 months were coming too.  I looked up briefly at the words on the church wall, Thy Word above All Things.  Perhaps I should stay here tonight, rather?  I wondered briefly.  But, then, the little blue Volkswagen Golf arrived and I piled in.

Let’s pray.  My head bowed, and then the tears slid down my cheeks.  Hot and hurting.  The air around me thick with horror; warm with fear.  My dad was there!  My brother!  My imaginings ricocheted from flaming buildings to a charred shell of a church.  Please God, I bargained, let them be alive.  I’ll be a better Christian, I promise.

The pastor’s Amen lingered in the silence of the room.

Smiling politely, my mother greeted those around her; her own shock clouding her reality with the normal and mundane.  But not for long.  My sister’s anxious voice broke through, “We’ve got to go there!”

Like a Hollywood drama, the dark rain echoed the tears of our hearts – an aching pummelling of the roadside, the car and our senses. The wipers, back and forth, scraped in high pitch at our wounds.  The road ahead, barely visible.  Yet, the accelerator beneath my mother’s foot mirrored her new reality.  Again my sister spoke, the fear, the anger, the not-knowing tense in her voice, “Slow down!  You’re going to kill us too!”

Too.

Again, the unthinkable slammed my chest.  Tucked under the arm of my boyfriend, I sobbed.

We could see the lights before we turned into Derby Road.  I craned my neck to see.  Where were the flames?  Was there nothing left?  Surprised, we saw the building intact.  But the flashing ambulance lights, the police tape, the anxious crowds in the beating rain extinguished any flicker of hope.

We weren’t allowed inside.  Police pushed the crowds back.  My law-abiding nature left me when I slipped beneath the tape and burst into the foyer.  My brother.  My dad.

Slowly, slowly, we got to hear.  Dad’s ok.  So is your brother.   But, Richard was killed.  A hero.  He had thrown his body in the way of the two girls with him.  Marilynn’s husband, gone.  And Marita.  Her daughter, Liezl, looked me in the eye.  Dazed, yet matter of fact, “My mother’s dead.  Did you know?”  I knew.  I knew.  But I knew not why.

The TV channels crowded day and night with the news.  APLA, the terrorist arm of the PAC were responsible.  Apartheid South Africa their enemy.  St James plastered the newspapers.  Soon everyone’s lips spoke of The St James Massacre.  The count was up to 11 killed, 58 injured.  The Russian visitors among the dead – one survived, but lost his limbs.  Others maimed.  Many more emotionally reeling in the trauma.

But, like a phoenix rising from the fire, the gospel came to the fore.  Why St James?  the media asked.  One of the most racially-mixed churches of South Africa.  A cornerstone for gospel outreach.  Never an advocate for apartheid.  Why not St James, we answered.  The headlines asked new questions.  What makes a people so forgiving in the face of such tragedy?  Who is this Jesus they speak of?  Why?

It wasn’t long before we gathered again.  The auditorium stood testimony of the tragedy and the triumph.  The days my mother and others spent scrubbing and cleaning could not fully remove the blood stains from the carpets.  But the remaining marks and empty places where pews had once been met with a body of believers, undeterred, unbowed and utterly dependent on the saving grace of Christ.  The tears still flowed.  The wounds were still raw.  But, the power of the gospel, the power of knowing Christ and his infinite love and protection, pulsed through that congregation – it was electrifying.

I knew then that my bargaining had been a childish, desperate and impossible plea.  I could no more be a better Christian than a child could promise her father to be a better daughter.  I could try.  But, it wouldn’t matter.  Because, my Father would still love me.   Because there was nothing I could offer in exchange for the gift He had already given to me.  Oh, yes, the gift of the lives of my brother and father are blessed and held dear.  But their beauty and worth is shadowed compared to the incredible gift of forgiveness that Jesus had already given to me.

In that church building – standing testimony to the fragility of this world; this life – were the families of the lost ones.  Looking at the empty spaces where splintered pews had lain, I knew with great certainty that this world is not home.  Home is where He is.

John 14: 1-4 – “Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.”

Genesis 50:20 – “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.”

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Thursday, 25 July 2013 – St James Church Massacre memorial service
7pm @ St James Church, 3rd Avenue, Kenilworth.

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2013 St James’s Women’s Day Away

Saturday 11th of May was a wonderful full day of fellowship, food and great teaching from the Bible.  St James’s women’s day away focused on what’s going on in our hearts, especially in relation to how we view ourselves and the rest of the world. 

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In the breaks, those who had skills and/or desire chatted and knitted squares for blankets that will be sewn together later.

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The weather was a great blessing!  We loved it. 

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The singing  – beautiful!

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Hayley did the three talks superbly well.  What excellent reminders that it is not who we are but WHOSE we are that matters! Thanks Hayles!

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Michelle B and I were interviewed about her CD and my book respectively.  Michelle has the voice of an angel!  She’s recorded some covers and some original songs which she got to share with us at the event.  Michelle is blind, so we got to enjoy the company of her gorgeous companion, Panda!

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May has been a month of interviews for me.  Great exposure for the novel, Seekers of the Lost Boy.  But, wow!  Exhausting too!  Alison E asked me a few fun questions and I got to share with the ladies all about the book. 

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I also got to do a book review talk  – reviewing three (four) books.  That was fun to prepare and challenging anew.  They sold well too, which was encouraging.

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Little Imogen visited with us too.  So sweet!

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Aunty Glynda did a wonderful talk explaining more about the St James Educational Trust and the work they do in Mannenberg

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Lunch was delish and the sun continued to shine!  Ah!

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After lunch, some of the ladies took part in a massage class, while others …

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…learnt how to decorate cupcakes a la confectionary stop style!

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Judging by the giggles all around, it was a lot of fun!

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Pretty!

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All in all, a wonderful day serving each other and the Lord!

Hands with Words

This past month, the Lunch Bunchers had the enormous privilege of witnessing the birthing of a pioneering venture. 

Did you know that sign language is not “in English” or any other language, but is a language of it’s own? Did you know that the bible in South Africa has never been translated into sign language?  Did you know that the only way to effectively do this is to create a sign language DVD? 

That is what Hands with Words is aiming to do.  Lisa Craye is a woman who has been given the gift of a deep passion for working with the deaf for gospel purposes.  Lisa is a hearing woman who first encountered the need for sign language many years ago when she was working with special needs kids.  Today she heads up the Hands with Words ministry and today they have an aim to raise enough funds to eventually translate the entire Bible into sign language.

Hayley organised for us to meet with Lisa and the others involved in the project.  Lisa told us a little about sign language and taught the kids the alphabet in sign…

 

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Signing away…

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This young girls’ parents are both deaf, so even though she is hearing, she can sign beautifully too.

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The kids were treated to three Bible stories in sign. 

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Agnes here is being filmed doing an advert for an up-and-coming deaf camp.

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The kids were fascinated with the whole experience – filming, green screens and the amazing way in which Agnes has to memorise everything she is signing as she can’t just read it off a script.

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You can learn more about Hands with Words at their website: http://www.handswithwords.com – there are wonderful ways in which you can support them and be a part of this awesome pioneering project.

http://www.handswithwords.org.za/projects/bible-translation

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