Sunday, January 16, 2022

More Tract Meets

 Glorious summer is happening here, and school holidays are about to end, so we've been prioritizing passing out tracts.  Adventures abound when we launch ourselves all un-invited (but sent!) into neighborhoods.  

Christmas Eve was memorable.  We were tired, and I assume that's why Paul asked the Lord if we should go at all that afternoon.  "Yes!" came the guidance.

Should we go now?  "Yes!"

Then he began to ask about certain neighborhoods, and got a Yes! on Lavender Hill, which has one of the highest crime rates in the world.  We set off, and as we entered the neighborhood, we saw a big crowd.  It was a sober crowd, around a dead teenager on the sidewalk.  I later read on News24 that he was 15, and a 14 year old was also injured, and it was gang related.  We passed out tracts and talked some to people, prayerfully.  May there be revival in that neighborhood.  So many changes need to happen.

 Another day I met a guy in a wheelchair and asked him what happened to him.  "Crossfire.  2018"  His legs are paralyzed.  He gratefully received the tract and spoke in such a way that I thought he knew the Lord.  Apparently he came to the Lord as a result of his paralysis, a Romans 8:28 situation.  

I wish I'd taken a photo when Paul had a little meeting on the steps in a group of tall apartments in Lavendar Hill.  I think 10 boys, ages 10-20, for a guess, sat right there and listened to Paul speak, and they answered questions.  Some ladies were giggling out the window 3 stories above, but the boys ignored them. He led them in prayer, and I think all of them prayed to be saved.  May the Lord bless that stairstep group.  They could change the world.  

So many young people in these neighborhoods know Paul.  They call out to him "Small Paul" and I tease him about being a rock star.  They've seen him and "Tiny Tim" preaching and drawing in their schools.

Another day, Paul prayed again for guidance.  He got guidance to go to a certain area of Lotus River.  First he went alone, "to case the joint".  He passed out tracts to a group of about 8 kids, and then started to drive off a little ways.  A boy followed on a skateboard, and passed on the message,"The Uncle asked you to come back and have prayer with us."

We don't pass up invitations like that, so Paul went back.  "The Uncle" was another believer who had started a church in his house nearby.  Paul spoke to  him, and the little group which was larger now, and a bunch of them ended up praying with him to be saved.   Be-thorough (That's what Paul heard for his name.  Quite a Pilgrim's Progress name) said he wanted Paul to come speak at the house church sometime.  

This week, Paul was working upstairs by a window and saw a truck full of people stop directly in front of our house.  There were about 30 people, or 40, coming back from the beach, towing another little truck, and the rope broke between them, I think.  Paul launched out of his chair and headed down the steps, on the double.  He had to retreat to get the key to the Jeep so he could get the remote to open the gate to get to these tract-needy people who had landed on our doorstep!  "Help, Vicki!" he called to me.  I brought Afrikaans tracts, and he had English and Xhosa.  We really had to hustle because it doesn't take long to re-tie a tow rope.  

The people were a little surprised, but pleased to see us rushing out our gate with something for them.  We made it!  All were "served" before they drove away.  

Today Paul prayed for guidance.  He had a destination that the Lord had guided him to.  And a specific time he should go.  So he arrived at the spot at that time, to find a feeding program going on!  Many people gathered for free stew!  He went down the lines, passing out many tracts.  The people passing out the food didn't mind.  A few minutes later, the crowd was gone.  God had guided to the right place and the right time.  We're thankful.






















  





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