Tag - jesus

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The Beauty of Dependence
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Immigrants, Orphans, and Jesus
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I Struggle With Fear. Now What?
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Love Moves
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How the Word of God Became My Daily Bread – A Student’s Encounter in the School of Biblical Studies

The Beauty of Dependence

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I ask you to consider taking Cayla’s post to heart, whether encased by the mundane, the comforts or difficulties of home, whether battling tragedy personally or tragic, global headlines – near to home here in South Africa with xenophobia and recent violence or a bit further away – the devastating earthquakes in Nepal… There is Someone waiting for you, Not on “the other side” of tragedy or struggle, but He is With You In the struggle – regardless of it’s supposed size. He waits, for your independence to surrender.

This post was originally published on the Cayla Bertelsen’s blog at http://caylabertelsen.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-beauty-of-dependence.html and is re-posted with permission.

“I need you more, more than yesterday. I need you more, more than words can say. I need you more than ever before. I need you more; I need you, Lord.”

Today I was reflecting on my days in South Africa and the sweet intimacy with Jesus that I enjoyed in such a full measure. My heart longed to feel that nearness once again. I wanted to feel that familiar trust and peace that came from the constant running to Him.

I wondered for a minute, “Why? Why was there such a difference between that time and this?”

But right then, I knew what it was  – the amount of dependence.

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Immigrants, Orphans, and Jesus

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This post was originally published on Lindsey Lautsbaugh’s blog at http://www.thisisloveactually.com/immigrants-orphans-jesus/ on December 1, 2014 and is re-posted with permission.

My maternal grandparents were immigrants from Norway. My Grandma Edie would enthrall me with the story of her first sighting of American soil. As a young girl, she peaked through the window of the ship, and there stood the Statue of Liberty on Ellis Island, New York City.

When Grandma Edie and Grandpa John fought around my sister and me, often they would do it in Norwegian so we couldn’t understand what they were saying! My grandmother made fish-balls and lutefisk and lefse. The town they lived in was full of Norwegian immigrants, and its official motto is still “Little Norway.”

Being surrounded by so many Norwegians brought the inevitable Swedish jokes. I just thought it was like an old high school rivalry. I didn’t know why Norwegians and Swedes teased each other; it’s just what we did. In fact, my Grandfather posted a sign at the top of his drive-way that said, “Norwegians Only! No Swedes Allowed!” Little did I know that this rivalry came out of a deep-rooted history. But it was all good fun for the family in those times.

The last two weeks I’ve thought a lot about my precious grandparents. I was always acutely aware we were a Norwegian-American family. But there was so much I never knew to ask them. They were immigrants. The family didn’t know English when they came, I know that. But what else? What was it like to be foreigners in a strange land?

The reason I thought of this was because I’ve been surrounded by a whole new set of “foreigners” here in South Africa. My husband and I bought a house, and we are doing a few renovations this month before we move in. We’ve had the privilege of hiring a number of men from Malawi to help us with some of the work.

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I Struggle With Fear. Now What?

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At YWAM Muizenberg’s worship evening recently, Lindsey Lautsbaugh shared about overcoming fear. We are privileged to have Lindsey bring that word to you here and hope you are encouraged IN the powerful and transforming Presence of Jesus.

As a child, my mother told me stories of her own childhood. The ones with danger were my favourite.

With her siblings, she scaled tall pine trees until they reached as close to the skinny top as possible. Then they tried to swing the treetop back and forth, bending and bowing towards the ground and back again. The sight of the thin pine tree with children swinging and clinging gave my grandmother a near heart attack. The danger made me excited and thrilled.

She also described laying on the dirt road, flat as a board against the ground. The older siblings then drove over her, wheels whirring by on either side. She could have been run over if the steering was not precise. I couldn’t hear that story enough.

Facing fear can be so thrilling when we are young. As we grow old, this can change. Fear, which once made us face challenges, grows. We don’t notice it growing; it is so gradual. Slowly, through the years, we accommodate the growing fear until we wake up one day and wonder, “How did I get to this place? Why do I struggle with fear so much?”

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Love Moves

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Mother Theresa, Nelson Mandela, Billy Graham… names we all recognize; people we want to emulate. Here’s the “bad news:” you and I won’t ever reach their heights. We likely won’t transform the history of whole nations. People won’t remember our names like theirs.

Sorry to break the news to you, but someone had to say it, I suppose.

Our inspiration so often comes from these heroes because the stories captivate us. Books can be written and films made. The result is that we can never measure up, and then, so often, we simply give up.

“I can’t ever do what he did, so why bother even trying?”

We shouldn’t give up though.

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How the Word of God Became My Daily Bread – A Student’s Encounter in the School of Biblical Studies

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A little over nine months ago, I came to YWAM Muizenberg to participate in a School of Biblical Studies, and I came hungry. I didn’t know what my life was missing, but there was a deep yearning inside of me. Famished and weak, I decided to come to South Africa to give Jesus one more chance to satisfy my growing appetite for something more. One thing I knew before I came to South Africa was this: if ever-significant amounts of time are spent reading the Bible, the reader comes away changed.

It’s inevitable; truth will change you.

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