Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hospital. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Beep Beep



Oh life in Africa is never, EVER, boring.  These last few Sunday’s I’ve taken the opportunity to attend a Xhosa church (Xhosa being race/culture of the people who live in the township we serve in SA).  Every week has been a huge adventure, seeing the body of Christ operate in another language and culture!  Xhosa churches are full of life and excitement, and this was no different.


I wanted to share one amazing testimony with you from August 3rd church service, and it’s bound to blow your mind.

A middle aged man came forward and began sharing what happened during his last week, on his way home from work.  As he was walking home and saw a bunch of children playing on the road in front of him (this is very typical as most houses don’t have yards for kids to play in, so the children play in the street).  While he was watching, a taxi comes driving towards the kids. 


To understand this story, you have to understand what “taxis” are here in South Africa.  They are the people’s primary option for public transport.   

South Africa taxi
There are 2 large taxis companies in the area and both of them are run by gangs.  There are regular “taxi wars”, where taxi drivers are shot and killed for taking other drivers’ routes.  Just a little over a month ago, only 5 minutes from where we live, about 10 taxis drivers were shot and killed due to a dispute.  Sadly the police have very little control over the taxi system. 


On the roads, the taxis completely do their own thing.  Daily, I witness taxis driving through red lights, speeding, cutting people off, using turning lanes to go straight, etc.  Basically they do whatever they want to do and since everyone knows that, the rest of traffic just yields to them.


Back to the story, as this taxi is driving towards these kids, there is also a 2 year old child on the road (who is unable to move away on time) and the child is driven over by the taxi.  The man from church goes running to the child, but just before he picks up the child, he senses the Holy Spirit telling him to pray.  So he prays for the child, picks him up and looks around for the parents.  It takes a few minutes to find the parents, but he finally locates them.   


Quickly relatives, neighbors and others gather around this little boy who is bleeding badly from the head.


After a few more minutes, surprisingly, the same taxi driver comes back and offers to bring the child to the hospital.  So the man from church jumps into the taxi with the child, to make sure the taxi actually goes to the hospital.  On the way there, the driver starts to complain about the cost of fuel for the trip, and so the man from church has to put fuel into the taxi to keep going.  He keeps praying for the child, and while sharing this in church, he was very emotional still.



Once they arrive at the hospital, the doctors do a rapid assessment and since the child is not doing well, they immediately transfer him to Cape Town biggest children’s hospital.  Upon arriving, the doctor there comes to see the child.  With the family all gathered, the man from church simply tells them that in faith, he is confident that God is going to heal the child.

Capetown Children Hospital
Just a little while later, the child is discharged from the hospital and the doctor says the child is 100% ok!  It was amazing to hear this testimony and the whole church praised God for saving the baby.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Flying ain't so bad

Isaiah 30:41 "but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."

I've always wished I could fly.  I mean what kid hasn't tried to jump off their dresser to see if maybe (just maybe), they had super powers and they could fly?  Ok, maybe you didn't, but I did.  Turns out I CANNOT fly and I'm thankful my dresser wasn't too high.  

But there is something about flying that is so cool, so free, so amazing!!!  Just soaring.  Turns out my wishes came true, only in a better way than I had imagine as a child standing on top of her dresser.  I FLEW my friends!!!!  Off course I was a passenger, but I got a little ride on the wings on the Almighty.  I boarded the most amazing flight I have ever been on and went up to new heights, all the while my physical body hit an "all time low".  As you might have heard, I was sick, and very much so.  I was so sick I required help to do all the basic things.  I had to stay in bed and get better.  I say "had to", as if I would have been able to get out...  


If you are anything like me, that's about the toughest thing ever.  I am a pretty energetic and lively person.  I don't really do well with idleness.  I thrive on business, I define myself with what I accomplish.  I find purpose in doing things I can quantify and it's so very hard for me to sit still.  In fact I don't do still.  Except this time I had to, because I had nothing else left in me.  That's when He flew in, picked me up on His wings, and gave me a ride.  And I soared.  I felt more joy, more peace and more strength then when I was healthy.  My spirit was at peace (most of the time), my Savior was holding me tight, and there was nothing for me to do.  Just let Him take me for a ride!!!  

I don't think I really remember a time where nothing was expected of me, but this time there was NO expectation.  Except getting better and taking like 100 pills.  No one expected me to cook, clean, walk, look a certain way,...  Oh and the people of God, they rallied, formed an army around our family and prayed!  And cooked!  And cleaned!  All the while I soared.  

And did my hair!!!
And I thanked my Almighty pilot, my Comforter, my Everything.  Because for a while I hardly had any earthly concerns and just soared.  Just waited on Him who is Good.  I had no strength to read His Word yet He made His words alive in my heart.  Isn't He wonderful???  He was and is my everything.

When I was weak, He was strong.  And that helped me to never lose heart (at least not too often)!! Maybe outwardly I was sick, yet inwardly I was being renewed day by day for eternal glory that far outweighs the sickness. I still refuse to look with human eyes at this experience, but instead let us fix our eyes on what is unseen and eternal. This was far more a spiritual battle than physical.  When so many people unite and pray for someone, things are going to happen.  And I felt the prayers, so much so that praises where always on my lips in a way I have never experienced.  I could hardly sleep from excitement the night NCF held a prayer meeting for me!!!  Did I miraculously get new lungs?  No.  Yes I was disappointed (this is me being brutally honest), but I'm learning to trust God and to wait on Him.  And I am still waiting for the lungs :)

I found  laughter in what could have been complete sorrow.  I found joy in the darkness of night.  And that's when I realized joy is much more spiritual than we think.  Joy is a choice, joy is a mindset, joy is what we must claim: TODAY.  Because He won.  Off course He won many years ago so knowing the outcome is helpful!  He is the winner and we're on His team.  Yeah for winning!!!  Let's start the celebration TODAY, why wait for heaven?


Joyfully,
Marie-Eve