I Cut Myself Shaving - The Blood Was Green!

Hie Komme Bokke!!

My Third Week at Rehoboth began as the last week ended, wet and windy, however I am happy to say that as the third week of my stay draws to a close the sun is shining and not a breath of wind is around.
For those English rugby fans reading this, I'll not torment or tease you, I just want to say one word, "Shame!". Last night was a night of jubilation, celebration and relief. Like 12 years ago, everyone is on a natural high and it's a pleasure to be part of it. In fact the first words that the church pastor said this morning were, "Good Morning World Champions". We were the best team there and this is the perfect note to the politicians of this fantastic country. Let's choose talent over tone!
As I mentioned though, the week started less bright and cheerfully. With the weather being as bad as it was, outdoor work was put on hold and making new CDs and Videos for the kid's toy library was the order of the day. Monday night, was for me a time to just relax, after a strenuous night of rugby watching against Argentina on Sunday night, monday night involved sleep, sleep and more sleep. Tuesday saw yet again more rain and high winds so my morning involved spending time with the kids in the creche. It was brilliant to see for the first time a 1 1/2 year old girl smile for the first time. She has serious issues at the moment so everyone is making a concerted effort to see her advance and improve in her condition. The creche has 17 children in it, all of them under 3 years old so it is seriously hard work making sure none of them cry, fall over or hit each other, but I and any other volunteer in the creche is working with Olivia and Busisiwe, two fantastic women with such patience and control over the kids. Tuesday night saw the end of the deliverance course at the Gates of Praise church in Margate. It was an extended session which saw us there until nearly midnight. A whole 5 hours of teaching, prayer and advice. It's been fantastic to attend the sessions that give me more knowledge and insight into my faith. It has also been a fantastic oppurtunity to meet new people and share experiences and opinions.
Wednesday started with a brilliant sight, Sun! With this brilliant weather, I grabbed my shovel and spike and set about making holes on the side of the road going into Rehoboth. With the clearance of the trees it is now very apparent just how steep the hill is, so I have been charged with the task of building a fence to stop cars taking the scenic route. After lots of hours of hard work and sweat and some cuts and bruises later, the holes are set for the poles to go in. It's fantastic to see something I'm doing come to fruition. It's something to be proud of, but I also know that it's not me doing the work, I'm merely the vessel that gets God's work done. And to me that is an amazing privilege. In the evening we went to cell and carried on our DVD series by Rob Bell. Its brilliant to share in fellowship with people my age, with similar interests and opinions.
Thursday decided not to follow Wednesday's example and reverted back to wet and windy. However, I still went out and firmed up the holes making sure they hadn't collapsed or the poles hadn't gone walkabouts down the hill. The rest of the day was focused around finishing off the CD library for the mothers. In the evening we joined Yvonne and Alfons for a meal at the Spur, a nationwide Steakhouse chain. It was brilliant to talk socially with essentially my employers over a very nice steak and chips. Friday came and the weather was again quite bleak, so I quickly checked the holes and went to creche where the kids were only too delighted to use me as a human climbing frame. I guess that's why God made me big and bulky! After the kids returned from school, I thought I'd introduce them to a rugby ball. The first lesson was all about passing and catching. (Don't worry, they won't be tackling each other, however, they may try to collectively try and take down me).
The kids didnt have long though as Friday night was the start of the kids dancing performances at the local twon hall. 50 or so local kids took part and the 3 perfomances had taken weeks of practice and preparation.
My turn to go was Saturday night (I know the night of the final). However I was happy to realise that not only were our kids in the first half but due to medicinal requirements and purely because they were so shattered, we left at half time and arrived back at Rehoboth to clench the badge and sing the anthem.
Church this morning was an experience in itself with everyone beaming ear to ear (except Lindsay). It was fantastic aswell to see people, less than 12 hours after the match, put it to one side and worship God and remember that he is more important than any sporting event.

Until Next Week

God Bless

Rob