Good Friday was yesterday and it was almost Horrible Friday.
The Swakopmund River normally only flows once every 5 or 10 years and has pretty much been just a dry river bed. This year, Namibia has seen more rain than has ever been recorded in history. As a result, the Swakopmund River has been flowing down into the sea and many people are taking advantage of this for fun and recreation. We have done this also, almost to our undoing.
Because of my trip to Windhoek I had so much work to yesterday (Good Friday). Breanna and her friends wanted to go tubing down the swakopmund river which is now flowing into the sea. I had been a couple weeks ago and it was a nice, comfortable ride, so I gave her permission. She went out with 5 of her friends and they took inner tubes with them. Kim dropped them off at the place where the road goes to Walvis Bay.
The road was closed because the river was flowing over the bridge. That should have told us right then and there that the current was too dangerous. I should have really been with them, or at least insisted on life jackets, but I was so busy,having just returned from Windhoek and now having to catch up on emails and other things. I was too busy, and so I didn't give it much thought. I had only thought about the river as it had been when I was on it.
A few hours went by and I received a call from Kim saying that Breanna had almost drowned. They had been going down the river by the pumping station and there is a man made drop off there. When they went over it, they lost their tubes and the water coming over the wall caused a backflow that if you were to get caught in it would be pretty catastrophic. Well, the teenagers did get caught in it. Breanna told me that she couldn't get out and she yelled for help a couple times before going down. She said the force of the water coming down was just too much for her and she couldn't escape. She had actually come to the place where she didn't have any more strength left and had given up and she really thought she was going to die. And then a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
When the teens went down the river, there were two rather large Afrikaans guys that had decided to float down the river as well, and they decided to all go together. If it weren't for those two guys, the teens that got stuck in this backflow would have drowned. It was indeed a very, very scary experience, and when I heard about it, I was so upset with myself that I had let them go tubing without actually checking the flow rate or the level of the water myself. Even a couple weeks previous when the river was low and we had come to the pumping station, we decided to get out of the tubes and climb down, instead of going over that man made wall. It was just too dangerous. If I had been there, and had decided that it would be ok to go down the river, I would have never allowed them to go over that pumping station wall.
Sometimes as parents we make mistakes. Huge mistakes. It's a wonder that our kids survive and turn out the way they do in spite of us. It's the grace of God. We can't be there all the time, and sometimes when we are there we make foolish decisions. If it weren't for the grace of God, what a mess our lives would be. It is very important I see then, that we keep a humility about us and maintain a God-fearing, repentant attitude so we can walk in the fullness of this grace.
This will be a very special Easter. I woke up this morning, walked downstairs, and looked at my daughter who was peacefully asleep.
O thank you God.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
When dreams turn to nightmares - My Avis Adventure - Windhoek Trip II
I took Marshall with me and we hiked the Avis Dam. When the dam is full of water, the hike is so, so much longer. I didn't realize how long it would take to get around the place with all that water, and three quarters of the way around we took a wrong trail that led us into no man's land. It was starting to get dark, and the clouds were moving in. We could see rain in the distance, heading our way, and with that rain, lightning and then sounds of thunder. We had to get off that koppie we were on and make it back to the truck. However, the further we went on the trail, the more spider webs crossed the trail. Big spider webs with big spiders. We would get a stick and break through the webs so we could proceed, but now it was starting to get difficult to see the spider webs in the twilight. I actually walked through one large web. At first I didn't know what it was. I walked into it head first and because I had a hat on didn't feel it against my face. All I could feel was the tension on my head of pushing through something, and I could hear the stretching and snapping. As I said, these were humongous spiders, and so you could actually feel the tension and hear the webs as they broke. When I had already pushed through and broken webbing fell across my shoulders and arms I kind of panicked. I realized what I had just walked through, and knew what the owner looked like. As I was pulling webbing off my arms and head I yelled to Marshal, "Marshal!! Look, quick! Is there anything crawling on me?!!!" It was quite unnerving. As we continued on, we came across bigger spiders until we reached one web that was just enormous with a very, very large arachnid in it. I was so frustrated. We had bog on one side of us that we couldn't escape through lest we sink, we had storms coming in from the other side, and now we had these giant spiders in front of us that made it impassable. I cried out at the top of my lungs, "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNG!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Just an emotional outburst of frustration. Unbeknownst to me, there was a herd of baboons about 40 yards up the trail on the other side of the spiders. And they responded, "ONNNNNNKKKKK." Now, if you are totally unaware that there is a herd of baboons next to you, and all of the sudden, you hear that loud noise, it can be quite startling. And it was. I guess they thought maybe I was challenging them, and they just responded. I told Marshal, "Uhhh, I think we better pick up a couple rocks to defend ourselves."
I asked Marshal, "Bro, have you ever felt like you were in a nightmare." You're trying to escape the bogs and quicksand with a storm bearing down on you, and then you have giant spiders to deal with; and right when you don't think it could get any worse, you come across a herd of barking baboons as it's getting dark." Lovely.
A trail that leads into arachnitopia cannot have been a trail used by many hikers, and therefore it was logical that we were on a trail leading us to somewhere we didn't want to go. So, we turned around and started running with our rocks, keeping our eyes on the lookout for those babboons.. After about 2o minutes of backtracking we found another trail that we followed and it took us down towards our vehicle. But alas, it was not to be without further incident. When we were almost to the parking lot there was only one more obstacle. A very ominous obstacle. The trail had now become a tunnel. A tunnel of spider webs. There was no way out to the right - it was all mud bog and water. To the left was all impassable bushes. We couldn't turn around because it was getting dark and the thunderstorm was almost upon us. We had to go through. Marshal said, "No way, Pastor."
"Just put your head down and hang on to the back of my shirt, Marshal." It's like bungee jumping. Even when everything inside is screaming, "DON'T!", you just go forward. As we went through the tunnel with spiders on every side and above, I just started quoting Psalm 23, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of spiders, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me....."
Well, here I am, writing this, so I did not die. What started as a dream-walk in the beautiful Avis Dam turned into a nightmare with baboons and spiders; but praise God, we came out of it. A couple years ago when I took Kim on a hike around Avis Dam, she asked, "Are you trying to kill me?!!!" As we were running up the hill through spider territory, trying to get back to the truck before it got dark I could hear Marshal huffing and puffing, trying to keep up, and I wonder if he was asking the same thing.
Just an emotional outburst of frustration. Unbeknownst to me, there was a herd of baboons about 40 yards up the trail on the other side of the spiders. And they responded, "ONNNNNNKKKKK." Now, if you are totally unaware that there is a herd of baboons next to you, and all of the sudden, you hear that loud noise, it can be quite startling. And it was. I guess they thought maybe I was challenging them, and they just responded. I told Marshal, "Uhhh, I think we better pick up a couple rocks to defend ourselves."
I asked Marshal, "Bro, have you ever felt like you were in a nightmare." You're trying to escape the bogs and quicksand with a storm bearing down on you, and then you have giant spiders to deal with; and right when you don't think it could get any worse, you come across a herd of barking baboons as it's getting dark." Lovely.
A trail that leads into arachnitopia cannot have been a trail used by many hikers, and therefore it was logical that we were on a trail leading us to somewhere we didn't want to go. So, we turned around and started running with our rocks, keeping our eyes on the lookout for those babboons.. After about 2o minutes of backtracking we found another trail that we followed and it took us down towards our vehicle. But alas, it was not to be without further incident. When we were almost to the parking lot there was only one more obstacle. A very ominous obstacle. The trail had now become a tunnel. A tunnel of spider webs. There was no way out to the right - it was all mud bog and water. To the left was all impassable bushes. We couldn't turn around because it was getting dark and the thunderstorm was almost upon us. We had to go through. Marshal said, "No way, Pastor."
"Just put your head down and hang on to the back of my shirt, Marshal." It's like bungee jumping. Even when everything inside is screaming, "DON'T!", you just go forward. As we went through the tunnel with spiders on every side and above, I just started quoting Psalm 23, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of spiders, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me....."
Well, here I am, writing this, so I did not die. What started as a dream-walk in the beautiful Avis Dam turned into a nightmare with baboons and spiders; but praise God, we came out of it. A couple years ago when I took Kim on a hike around Avis Dam, she asked, "Are you trying to kill me?!!!" As we were running up the hill through spider territory, trying to get back to the truck before it got dark I could hear Marshal huffing and puffing, trying to keep up, and I wonder if he was asking the same thing.
Windhoek trip
Have been very involved in trying to sell two missions houses, and get a place here in Swakopmund to live in. It seems like things have gone through very well for the house in Otjiwarongo, but there have been a few hiccups with the house in Windhoek. The gate was giving problems, the electricity in the house kept shutting off when it rained, the flat lost power to half of it, and the pool didn't stay full. It drained - turned out that there were cracks in it and the water that was used to fill the pool drained out through the cracks. So, a lot of work was involved to get everything going the way it is supposed to be going, and we will have to put in a new pool.
One of the hiccups was also that there is a tree on the property line that is busting through the wall. The purchaser asked that I would deal with the owner of the property next door to take care of that tree and fix the wall. At first it just seemed like one more thing to deal with, but then as I was praying, asking the Lord to give me favor with the neighbor, I sensed that the Lord knew that tree when it was just a seed, and was using it for me to have a witnessing opportunity.
So, I went to talk to the neighbor 3 times, and each time I missed him. Finally, one morning when I looked over the wall and saw his car in the driveway, I parked my truck in front of his gate so he couldn't get out. When the gate opened and he was blocked in, I went over and greeted him. He told me that he had a meeting at 8, but that we could talk for 5 minutes. So, I moved my truck, and got in his Mercedes to talk, and he drove off with me into the city. We talked a little bit in the car, and then he pulled up to a construction site where about 40 workers were waiting for him. He's the owner of a big construction company that was constructing a building.
After he finished speaking to his workers, he introduced me to "Ali," his foreman. This guy has quite a past and was originally from Germany, but then spent time in Rhodesia and South Africa before moving into Namibia. He used to be Pentecostal, but as I spoke to him, I found him to be, let's say, somewhat removed from pentecost.
I had a really good time sharing with him and exhorting him to get his relationship with God in the right place so he can start fulfilling God's purposes in his life. Then when it was time to go, I had another opportunity to talk to the owner, Mr. Yambo. I showed him Song of Solomon where God is saying,
Son 2:10 My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Son 2:11 For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.
Son 2:12 the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Son 2:13 the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Son 2:16 My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.
I told him that he had reached the point in his life where his soul was wanting to turn to God. The Winter is past, the rains are gone, and now God was really calling him to follow Him. I spoke with him and told him that God isn't looking at him, waiting for him to die so he can cast him into hell, but instead, God is calling him "his love," and "his beautiful one." That only God can see us this way, for we certainly don't. Mr. Yambo and I then prayed right there in front of his construction site out in the open. We put our heads together and prayed and sought the Lord, to follow in His ways and not in our own anymore. It was a really good meeting and prayer time and I look forward to seeing him again and continuing in this. He is a man who has lived a pretty sinful life, but he is also a man who does not hide that, but is very transparent.
One of the hiccups was also that there is a tree on the property line that is busting through the wall. The purchaser asked that I would deal with the owner of the property next door to take care of that tree and fix the wall. At first it just seemed like one more thing to deal with, but then as I was praying, asking the Lord to give me favor with the neighbor, I sensed that the Lord knew that tree when it was just a seed, and was using it for me to have a witnessing opportunity.
So, I went to talk to the neighbor 3 times, and each time I missed him. Finally, one morning when I looked over the wall and saw his car in the driveway, I parked my truck in front of his gate so he couldn't get out. When the gate opened and he was blocked in, I went over and greeted him. He told me that he had a meeting at 8, but that we could talk for 5 minutes. So, I moved my truck, and got in his Mercedes to talk, and he drove off with me into the city. We talked a little bit in the car, and then he pulled up to a construction site where about 40 workers were waiting for him. He's the owner of a big construction company that was constructing a building.
After he finished speaking to his workers, he introduced me to "Ali," his foreman. This guy has quite a past and was originally from Germany, but then spent time in Rhodesia and South Africa before moving into Namibia. He used to be Pentecostal, but as I spoke to him, I found him to be, let's say, somewhat removed from pentecost.
I had a really good time sharing with him and exhorting him to get his relationship with God in the right place so he can start fulfilling God's purposes in his life. Then when it was time to go, I had another opportunity to talk to the owner, Mr. Yambo. I showed him Song of Solomon where God is saying,
Son 2:10 My Beloved spoke, and said to me, Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Son 2:11 For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.
Son 2:12 the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
Son 2:13 the fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
Son 2:16 My Beloved is mine, and I am His; He feeds among the lilies.
I told him that he had reached the point in his life where his soul was wanting to turn to God. The Winter is past, the rains are gone, and now God was really calling him to follow Him. I spoke with him and told him that God isn't looking at him, waiting for him to die so he can cast him into hell, but instead, God is calling him "his love," and "his beautiful one." That only God can see us this way, for we certainly don't. Mr. Yambo and I then prayed right there in front of his construction site out in the open. We put our heads together and prayed and sought the Lord, to follow in His ways and not in our own anymore. It was a really good meeting and prayer time and I look forward to seeing him again and continuing in this. He is a man who has lived a pretty sinful life, but he is also a man who does not hide that, but is very transparent.
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