Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, July 8, 2023

Botswana

 

The crowd gathers to hear Small Paul!  
There's a version of Donald Duck designed to give the children nightmares.  
Team building photo with the teachers at one school.  
I remembered the sandwich maker on this trip!  Nothing like a hot peanut butter, butter and honey sandwich to fill the empty places.  
Our trips tend to be colored by what we read and listen to.  We loved this testimony of a Muslim lady who came to know the Lord, partly through a dream, and partly through reading the Koran and seeing so many problems in it.  
Posing with teachers.

 The view from behind the stands. I stand back there to hold the board so the wind doesn't snatch it and knock it to the ground sending paper and chalk in all directions.  

Think you got it rough?  How'd you like to be a little plant trying to grow on a playground in Botswana?  I admire this plant.  
Pack 'em in like sardines and tell 'em there are two ways, two choices, and give them a chance to pray.  
We went to schedule this school; it was for ages 2-6.  We scheduled it anyway, and Paul preached to 50 little cuties.  They were so good!  Surprised me.  Some of them prayed to be saved.  
                        Coolest sink in Africa!  This was in Kimberley, on the way.  
We tried to go to a little museum on a hilltop, but we couldn't get in.  Still, the outside was cool.  Those cactus growing also have potential for nightmares. They were huge!  
There's our car!  Still being thankful we can drive it! 

Preaching under the tree has such atmosphere.  I was getting tempted to focus on cool hairstyles.  




Weather is great compared to what we hear happening in Cape Town.  We're dry!  I dress like an Eskimo in the  morning and wear sandals in the afternoon.  

The last school on Friday was scenic.  Phew!  The energy of all those teens can be daunting, but they were quiet, respectful, and listened and responded to God's Word.   Fortunately it didn't rain.  I think the roof would have leaked.
Not everyone at every school pays good attention.  Goats wandering around just ignored us. 

We arrived in Botswana on the 28th with nothing scheduled in any school.  The 29th was devoted to "prospecting", driving from school to school to find out who wanted a tall, fervent chalk artist to come talk to their students.  On the 30th we started in with a full day of speaking in schools and scheduling in between, and we've stayed busy since!  We're thankful.  

Two people have recently asked what I do. I'm the main driver, the secretary, cook, laundry lady, and companion for Paul.  Sometimes I'm the entertainment committee and sometimes I draw the curtains and leave so he can catch a nap.  I'm also a pack mule for equipment, and the gopher who runs back and forth to the car getting the speaker, the tracts, the books, and then more of each when we discover it's a bigger school than we thought.  I'm the "whatever" person, doing whatever I can to help. 

I want to remember this trip, how God worked, and we want to share His works with others.  




Friday, March 20, 2015

Josephus; Thrones of Blood

This second book read and reported on by Timothy Young, age 17.  

Dear Readers;
The book on topic is Josephus; Thrones of Blood; A History of The Times of Jesus 37B.C. To A.D. 70.   It is the hacked down edition meant for the mythical creature of the common man.  It is 231 pages long, divided into sixteen chapters and prologue.
Generally it achieves the translators goal of being able to be read by the common man.  In other words the simpler words are chosen rather then words of complexity even when it does great damage to the general flow of the history.   
It somewhat picks up as it goes along, becoming more interesting towards the beginning of Agrippa's maneuvering through Roman court life.  As a history book it is an ideal source, however it is not, for the average person, a real page turner.  
It really gets interesting once the Roman governor Florus arrives.  After doing something that was bad enough to know he would be in trouble he decided to save his career by inciting the Jews to revolt.  It is amazing how short sighted some politicians were back then isn't it?  It is also surprising how much it took for the Jews to be rallied up into revolt, but eventually he succeeded in his goal.  
After the rebellion was begun however there was no particular leader, and Jerusalem was ruled by robber/assassins who generally ruined whatever chance there had been of holding the city.  They also fought in the temple constantly, destroying most of the supplies that possibly could have aided in the siege, so that at the beginning of the siege already the poor of the city were starving.  With this great disadvantage it is entirely unsurprising that the city fell.  The siege is unlike the last five or six sieges that I have studied in that the defenders had no commander-in-chief, and no discipline.  The walls of Jerusalem were capable of holding out forever against the army in front of them had it not been for for the three above mentioned factors, and of course the fourth that God had decided to judge that city.  
The siege was well conducted only from the outside point of view.  The defenders of Jerusalem were, from the sound of things, well deserving of their fate.  A simple reading of the book will convince the unprejudiced of that.  In short one finds oneself siding with the Romans the moment Florus and company have left the scene. 

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

GEORGE MÜLLER

Note:  Guest appearance from Timothy Young, by coercion.  He is doing a series of book reports on books he is reading, also by coercion, but I think he's enjoying them too.  


My Dear Reader,
 
This is a report on a book recently read titled George Müller of Bristol.  It is a 462 pages long, counting everything from preface to the last appendix.  It has 24 chapters of good length (good is around ten pages each my opinion).   It has 13 appendixes labeled from "a" to "n".  The author of this doorstopper is Arthur T. Pierson who met Mr. Müller in the latter's later life.
 
It was written very shortly after the subject's death in 1896 on March 10th. (coincidently this report is being written on the 119th anniversary of this date) The edition I got a hold of might very well be from the first patch printed in the USA, however in perfect discordance to the usual habit, it has no date of printing and thus this a guess.
 
In the first chapter the author covers briefly the childhood, teenage, and early twenties of George Müller.   George Müller was born as any one who reads Wikipedia can ascertain on the 27th of September in 1805 in Prussia.   His father was a tax collector and they were comparatively well to do. 
 
His father showed favoritism towards him over his brother which was detrimental to the early family.  He was undisciplined and quickly became a proficient liar.  His father gave both boys amounts of money which they wasted, and when questioned simply lied about.  When caught and punished they did not reform, but only evolved more elaborate methods of cheating or robbing their father.  He not only stole his father's money, but even went after government money under his father's care.   
 
Despite this, for some strange reason his father sent him to a cathedral school for training to enter university so that he could be a pastor in the Lutheran Church. Now this sheds considerable light on the state of the German church in the 1800s if a boy who was well known to be a thief, cheat, and able liar should be selected for a pastor.  
 
His habits did not dissipate because of the this separation, but seemed to grow only the faster, so that when his mother lay dying it was discovered that their fourteen year old son was drunk in the streets.  Her death did not even rouse his conscience which seems at this point to have been well near dead.  He entered training for confirmation and was not changed at all by this.  Indeed when his father gave him money that was customarily given for the confirmation he stole eleven twelfths of it.  This is not usually counted to be a sign of true repentance.   As to the rest of his school life, university, and pre-conversation life he carried on in the same general path. 
 
He and a group of others similar to him by a dint of exceptional lying got a hold of a number of passports and visited Switzerland in attempts of indulging their sinful passions more fully.  When this was done the group returned to Germany.  One of their number felt guilty and determined to reform and invited George to the meeting.  George was there saved.
 
He was there it seems, truly converted.  In 1826 he began to think of mission work after reading missionary journals (a good way of starting) and was beginning to go that way when he was somewhat distracted by a girl.  To say somewhat is actually a little of an understatement, for he almost seemed to shut down all his prayer and any other sign of being a Christian during this period.  At the end of six weeks however this changed with his younger brother going to Poland to be a missionary amongst the Polish Jews.  This shocked George into the right way, for his brother had been comparatively wealthy, and had all the more reason to stay in Germany then he.
 
After that he determined to go to England (After much prayer as was the course from this point of his whole life).   He was there challenged on the subject of baptism, and after an private study of the Bible he determined that it was, "of all revealed truths, not one is more clearly revealed in the Scriptures-- not even the doctrine of justification by faith-- and that subject has only become obscured by men not having been willing to take the Scriptures alone to decide the point."
Shortly after this he also determined to cease taking a fixed salary from that point onward.  On October 7th 1830 he married a Miss Mary Grover (Spoiler:  the author does not spend much longer on the subject then I just did.) 
 
In 1835 he opened an orphanage which is considered by many to be his main life work.  His main difference fromn others of the time though was this, he asked of no man (or woman) anything, except orphans at first.   He was extremely careful that he did not let himself or anyone that worked with him ask money of anyone.   George Müller was one of the two men who gave much of the impetus to what is called faith missions.  Hudson Taylor was inspired by him to go to China with the same mindset that he would not ask of any man for money, but solely rely on what God gave him in answer to prayer.
 
From 1875 he took less of the lead in the work in the orphan houses, and instead went on missionary journeys on every inhabited continent except South America, and for the next seventeen years of his life he continued speaking in them.   Recall this, he started at the age of seventy, and continued into his late eighties.   From his tours alone he would have been remembered as a great man, but this after a full life's work!  For the last six years of his life he returned to his home in England, and continued preaching to the Sunday of that week and giving out the hymns on the Wednesday night prayer meeting of the week that he died.
If a man is to be judged by his funeral, George Müller did very well for a man who had not one hundred English pounds to his name.  Tens of thousands of people lined the route of the procession.  They then stopped at Orphan House number three (of five) and had a service.   After this the procession made for Bethesda where there was a second service, where there was standing space only.  Nearly eighty carriages followed the procession to the cemetery where he was laid to rest.   This is very impressive when one considers that this was only four days after his death. 
 
Though he died then at a goodly age, his works have continued to this day.  His work amongst the orphans is what he is best remembered for, but this is not his only work.   He served from 1836 roughly in connection with the church as the senior pastor/elder.   His missionary efforts are at least as great as many others of that century, and much greater then many of this century.  His yearly Reports are one of the strongest proofs of the effectiveness of prayer that has existed.  His secret-- it does him injustice to call it that, for he proclaimed it broadly-- was his prayer.   If the saying, "a man is only what he is when on his knees" is true he was a giant rarely matched throughout all church history.
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, November 7, 2014

Star of Light-the movie





With great excitement and mounds of relief, we are announcing that Star of Light, the movie, is finished and available for viewing!  We had  a discouraging family premiere where the male part of the audience all fell asleep as it was at the end of a hectic day, and then a premiere for some of the actors which went much better, and NOW, on Saturday, the 15th of November, 2014, we're having a premiere where we're inviting the entire home-school community to a church to see the movie. 

 Evangel has been working on Star of Light for more than two years.  She's been making movies since she was 11 and they keep getting better as she gets older and more skilled, as well as getting access to better equipment. 

In watching Evangel, I've sure learned a lot about what goes into the making of a movie--blood, sweat, and tears, for sure, emphasis on the tears!

She had to write a script that's nearly as long as the book itself, and that took some time.  By the time she was finished with that, she had clear ideas on what she wanted.   

 

She had to find more than 40 actors and some animals and the right scenery.  She shot scenes from Cape Town to Trompsburg, as well as one in America.  There's even a shot from Zimbabwe.  She had us driving all over Cape Town for an illusive fountain that never quite suited her. 

Her filming days were interrupted by ministry trips with her Dad, leading to some hair problems.  Hamid's  hair was shiny dyed black, chalked black, German shepherd black-and-brown combo, and light brown hidden by a hood in the course of the stretched out filming. 

She was thrilled with getting some of her costumes as "manna from Heaven" as she called some discarded clothes she found in the grass.  Don't worry, we washed it thoroughly before it touched anyone.  She also considered her little "gutter kitten" as "manna from Heaven".  He came to us through the bathroom fan in a place we stayed in Riversdale.  The kitten fell right out of the ceiling,
and Evangel caught it in the fan cover.

Editing has been the thing to do on trips.  For months she has been editing.  Clipping, choosing music that does not have copyright issues and making decisions 'til she was ready to scream.  She did scream a few times, if I remember right. 

It is so satisfying to see it completed! 

My parents read Star of Light to me when I was a little girl, and it was probably my favourite of all the books they read us.  I snagged that same battered paperback to read to our kids and of course, they loved it too.  But Joshua is younger by 3 1/2 years than Timothy, so he didn't remember anything about that first reading so I decided to read it to him as a bedtime story.  He was about 10, and had a little cousin Connie who was just a baby.  Connie and Josh adored each other, and as we read the story, I could just picture them acting it out.  I mentioned it to Evangel who took a while to get used to the idea.  If you see the movie, you'll see she really caught on to the idea. 

As she is saying, "TO GOD BE THE GLORY." 

All are welcome to come Saturday, the 15th of November, 2014 to Medway Community Church in Plumstead, at 6:30 for a prompt 6:45 start to Star of Light, the movie. 

To see the advertisisement, go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1Nbbu7n5No


Sunday, July 27, 2014

The suicide next door



We had a party in our house a week ago last Tuesday!  We had cause to celebrate as a book Paul wrote was just back from the printers and it is his prettiest book yet, with lots of pictures.  It's called In His Service and Loving It and you can see it and read it on our website at www.drawingotherstochrist.com under "Paul's Books".   One of our kids sat right down and tallied up which child in the family got the most pictures of him or herself in the book.  We were leaving for a trip shortly afterward, so we just invited everyone for a drop-in that Tuesday and had at least one free book per family. 
 
Our guest list was long and our house is small so guests, especially of the teenage variety, were spilling over into the outdoors and the park down the street.  Tim and Josh and a bunch of boys had gone to try out their friend Oliver's new bow and arrows.  After awhile, Evangel and three teenage girls went to join them.  As they were leaving, they heard a terrible scream next door.  Evangel's friend Feylin, a good friend to have around in an emergency, stuck her head over the wall to see what was wrong. 
 
"My daughter hanged herself!"   
 
It is better to go to the house of mourning than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men; and the living will lay it to heart.
Ecclesiastes 7:2
 
Did you ever ponder that?  Why is it better to go to the house of mourning?  I believe we have to have close contact with death before we really start to face our own death in the future.  I wonder how many deaths we hear of each day.  We hear of them in the news, on TV, and through friends on Facebook, but it usually takes getting quite close to us before we begin to feel it. 
 
There were 2 houses in Muizenberg that day, our happy party, right beside a house of mourning.  Our party kind of moved next door for awhile with coffee, blankets, and prayers and hugs.  When the emergency people got there, we had to get out of the way, and we kind of drifted back to our "party".  It was a very quiet group.  Feylin and Aquilla were the only two who actually saw the body hanging there, and it was rough on them.  Feylin helped cut it down. 
 
I suspect no one who was there will ever forget the Youngs' book signing party.  I don't think I ever will.  Jamie's death continues to weigh heavy on my mind.  She was only 21, but sounded like she had enough hurts for a long, long life.  Her own dad had hung himself, her grandmother was murdered, and Jamie herself had been kidnapped a few months ago and used as a sex slave in Soweto.  I wish I had helped her.  We talked twice that I can remember, but I didn't hold out the Lord Jesus.  Why do we think we have to wait?  Why do we waste time "building relationships" when people are desperate for help now?  Who knows when a person is on the brink of eternity.  We all are.  Our lives are merely vapors, floating away. 
 
This morning Paul preached on Psalm 90, and drew this picture (above).  "So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom." v.12
 
I hope if anyone else I know wants to commit suicide, the Lord will nudge me hard to help them, or they will just be blunt and tell me, "I need help!"   One time a girl in Pretoria told Paul, and we were able to help from afar.  I don't know how she's doing now, but she didn't kill herself then.  
 
Our souls don't quit being when we die.  After death there are Heaven and Hell.  The Bible says all murderers shall have their part in the lake of fire. Rev. 21:8   I don't know if taking your own life counts as murder, but I wouldn't risk it.
 
Jesus Christ died to save us from that lake of fire.  He holds out that gift of salvation, but we must move to take that gift, to go His way, to walk in His commandments.  "There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the ends there of are the ways of death."Pr.14:12.