|11 days that will transform you life
A pilgrimage on dusty roads through spectacular landscapes. The sun paints artistic shades on sandstone mountainsides. The wind carries a strange freshness in the air. The Maluti mountains boast their splendour. The African soil under your feet reminds of a journey deep within.
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God asked Moses:
“What is that in your hand?”
He said, “A staff.” Exodus 4:2 (ESV)
What gift do I have in my hand to serve God with?
Moses had a staff … He performed miracles, parted the sea and made water gush from the rock. David had a harp … He wrote the most awesome Psalms in the Bible. The poor widow had a penny … She gave it all
And a poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which make a penny … she out of her poverty has put in everything she had … (Mark 12:42/43, ESV)
Early one morning, water bottles filled and food and snacks all packed, I started on a long prayerwalk. It was a long and lonely road in the Eastern Karoo, a semi-desert area.
After walking for most of this tough day, I felt like a river run dry. I have eaten all my food; drank almost all the water; used up almost all my energy, even felt like I have prayed all my prayers; prayed all the points on my prayer list; prayed for all the people on my list; sang all my praise and all my worship songs.
No cars passed me any more. There has been no other people in sight for hours. I was walking through a vast plain, a wide open space with hills laying far off on the horizon. Eventually I reached and walked over the hills. Spread open, in front of me, was the next vast plain with distant hills on the horizon. I didn’t even have a place to stay for that night.
As I walked along the lonely road on that hot and dry afternoon, I became aware that I was being stripped. I was out of breath, out of prayers and very tired.
I could not even speak or pray out loud. I was on a prayerwalk, but too tired to pray. With little energy left I reached the next set of hills on the horizon. As I walked over, I saw the next vast plain ahead. More hills in the distance with the road, an endless black line, cutting mercilessly through the middle of the plain.
Moses had a staff. David had a harp.
The widow had a penny.
All I had left to offer, was the crunching of my footsteps on the gravel road in that barren wilderness.
My footsteps for Jesus …
That’s my one-penny worship!
Though the fig tree should not blossom,
nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
and there be no herd in the stalls, (Habakkuk 3:17, ESV)
Though there’s no airtime on my phone,
nor money for bread in my wallet.
Yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
I will take joy in
the God of my salvation.
(Habakkuk 3:18, ESV)
Yet! says your God: Even if your high hopes and vision has slipped away, even if your dreams and plans have all faded away:
For the mountains may depart and the hills be removed,
but my steadfast love shall not depart from you,
and my covenant of peace shall not be removed,”
says the LORD, who has compassion on you.
(Isaiah 54:10, ESV)