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Salvador Ung Hayworth
South Africa News
By Salvador Ung Hayworth Weds 30 TH April- Sat 3 RD May, 2008
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– KWAZULU DIARY
Wed 30 th April, Day 1
We both had a difficult night -- restless
and not much sleep being accomplished -
- the night before coming to KwaZulu Natal.
My mind was constantly ticking over
despite prayers rendered to God. This trip
to visit Phumulani and our friends would
be the shortest to date -- just Wednesday
to Saturday. Di and I decided that since we
have bought our car we want to try and take
more trips there in order to support Phumulani.
I had made phone contact with the
Coastal Assemblies of God pastor called
Jaques Grobelaar in the local town of Vryheid,
who has a small group of people meeting
in his home. I was quite excited about
this meeting because here was an Afrikans
guy who has a real heart for black people
and actually wants to mix with them for the
Gospel’s sake -- for the sake of Christ Jesus.
I had forgotten to put petrol in the car
the previous night so we had to go some extra
kms into Springs to fill up. This worked
out in our favor as Masese had left her
medication at Allen and Sue’s home. Thus
we could collect them and drop them back
at her home on our way to KwaZulu Natal.
Although this was a short trip, the car
was packed full, especially now that we had
a Cadac stove and a gas bottle for cooking.
We had packed sandwiches and also a supply
of snacks for fat man (check out our
last mission trip diary if you don’t get it).
We had been warned about the amount
of potholes along the way, and were told
to be careful. I was very attentive because
the road to Standerton was especially bad,
and I was determined to drive that stretch
and not Di because I knew how bad it was.
I did really well in dodging them until I
came up to a practical crater, tried to dodge
it, and hit the back right wheel. There were
four other vehicles pulled over, obviously
caught by the same trap. When we pulled
over we could hear the loud hiss of the air
escaping to its freedom and the tire looking
deflated -- which was just how I was
feeling. We tried to put the spare on with
our jack which lacked a turning rod. So we
used the arm of our can opener. It got to
a certain point and then collapsed. I drove
further, praying for God’s mercy in the
midst of my frustration, and pulled over to
where there was more of a hard shoulder.
We tried to get the jack under again but it
was too big to fit under the car. Di spied
a house of the side of the road but I was
feeling a bit too proud to go ask for help.
However, I relented. The padlock on the
gate was unlocked but hooked to hold the
chain together. I opened it and went inside.
I was about to close it when a dog came
out, sniffed, and came towards me. I went
out, closed the gate, put the padlock back
on, and told the dog, “It’s ok.” I walked
around wanting to attract the attention of
the person inside, but to no avail. I went
back to the dog and asked the dog to bark,
to get his masters attention. “Bark Dog!”
It didn’t even growl. Alas, I didn’t
know the word for bark in Afrikaans !!!!
However the owner did appear “Huir
More” I said, and explained what had happened.
Very kindly he lent me his jack and
told me to throw it back over the fence
when we finished with it. He was on night
shift and wanted to sleep. Thus we got to
Vryheid rather late and to Phumulani’s
even later. I had been hoping to visit some
people in the afternoon but we managed
only to get to Phumulani’s at 5:00pm.
I didn’t feel the excitement that I
felt on the last trip; rather there was
a normality about it as if I was going
back home after a short holiday. In fact,
both Di and I felt quite at home during
the trip. Phumulani’s dogs didn’t even
sniff at us when we got out of the car.
Back to the beautiful countryside, basic
living and a quietness that stills the soul.
Thurs 1 st May, Day 2
Wow! Eleven hours sleep! I can’t believe
it; we must have been tired. This
morning we were due to visit Jacques
in Vryheid, I had hooked up our stove
while Di was reading in bed. I made
some sweet porridge with Mealie meal
boiled with milk and sugar. But I figured
that if I’d made it with more milk
and water I could have fed more people.
We went to Vryheid hoping that we
could find the Christian bookshop open
so we could buy some Zulu commentaries
and a Zulu exercise book for Di. However,
there was a slim chance of that since it was
a bank holiday. We went to check out Phumulani’s
exams results at the college but
his results were not yet published. From
there we headed straight to Jacques’ house.
We had a wonderful time of fellowship
as Jacques shared with us what the Lord
had been teaching their group from their
sharing and from the Scriptures. This had
been confirmed at their churches’ convention
and resonated with my heart -- how we
need to wait on the Lord and allow Him to
lead us and teach us. Through the course of
the conversation, Phumulani shared a little
of his testimony, but wanted to wait and
pray before sharing what might be on his
heart. I shared my heart’s desire for these
areas and Jacques said that he felt a witness
to that which a good number of other
people have had. Also, we found out that
the Salvation Army officer with whom I,
Caleb and Sophie made good friends with
(Captain Doug Hammond), was actually
a regular attendee of Jacques’ Bible study
group. I was amazed because we had never
heard of Coastal Assemblies being in
Vryheid before. Di felt encouraged by the
meeting and thought that any relationship
formed with this group would definitely
be two-way. Sadly, we didn’t get to meet
Jacques’ wife. An invitation was given to
Phumulani that if there was any need for
prayer or fellowship to contact them. We
were also invited to stay with them for a
night the next time we visited the area.
We headed back to Phumulani’s place
for lunch and I made a batch of popcorn to
take to a place called Khambi. The previous
time we had visited there I promised
that we would bring popcorn and share
in a Bible study together. Along the way
Di made me stop the car so that she could
capture some of the beautiful rolling hills
and the population of innumerable trees.
We drove through the Khambi village.
On either side of the road lay a high school
and primary school. We drove down to
where our friends live, which was at the
bottom of a rocky tract. I drove down very
carefully, not wanting to burst anything
else on this trip. When it was impossible to
go any further I parked on a small grassy
verge. A sound of singing came from one
of the huts, and out came “Nomusa.” Nomusa
was one of the regular attendees of
the Bible study Caleb and I ran in this
area. The last time I saw her she had starting
training to become a nurse, but she
had stopped because there wasn’t enough
money to continue her training. We went
with her into the house. Lena, a member
of her Bible study, had just gotten married
so there where many gifts of blankets and
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