A Foot Away: May 2013

When he prayed in the garden it was us that he did see, knowing that he had to die so we could be set free. When he stood before the people and they shouted, "Put him on the cross" He could have called ten thousand angels but he knew that we were lost. When they stripped him of his robe and beat him to the ground, he could have called his angels, but he chose not to make a sound. For it was his love so great, yes his love for us that made him stay right there. For he knew it was a must as he walked up that road with each end every step he could have used his power but it was his love that kept him moving towards that hill where he knew that he would bare our sins upon his chest. Oh how greatly he does care, the nails, they were driven into his feet and hands for it was the only way to complete a mighty plan there in the middle of two thieves they placed his cross, what did he see that day. He seen how we were lost, he could have called his angels and they would have come indeed but it was us that he knew who would be in great need. Our sins, there have been many yes many in our day, yet he payed them in full, because he choose to stay upon that cross he won our battle to the end, upon that cross he bearded all of the sins all the sins of those who are covered in his blood yes he carried that cross for us. all because he loves us.

And a journey it has been, with only two weeks left of ministry left i sit here on our day off in a cafe using the free wifi looking back on our time we have had here already.

The time has flown by here but yet I have experienced so many incredible things and seen God work in incredible ways. I know i have grown so much in my understandings and knowledge, my heart has been broken many times and definitely makes me so proud to call New Zealand home.

Two weeks ago we travelled to the Caribbean side to a small town called Shiroles, where we stayed for a week with the purpose of teaching to the local believers there everyday. It took a five hour bus ride to a town called Rye Rye where we then caught a typical American looking bus for another forty-five minutes. Although that was an experience in itself. By the time we got on the bus it was full, we thought we could only JUST squeeze on. But no, we managed to fit probably about another thirty people on. The bus could fit roughly thirty people in sits and there was roughly about eighty people on the bus. You could imagine the conditions. Hot, Sweaty and most definitely smelly. Going a speed of approximately ten KM. The adventure had begun.

After getting off the bus we then carried all our luggage for about a mile down the road to the church where we were to call home for the next six nights. I'll just give you a brief on the week.constantly dripping with sweat once again

no hot water
cooking over an open fire for every meal
occasionally bathing in the river cause its warmer then the shower (having fish bite you as you bathe)
Painted a local pastors house
walked, walked, walked. Oh and did i mention we walked a lot.
Gabby lost her Jandals in a small creek, that was a site in itself.
Tears a lot of them. From the team and from the locals.
Getting attacked by bugs.
keeping the lights on after dark is asking to be attacked.
Killed a chicken for dinner.
Driving through the jungle after preaching and the truck breaking down. Only results in worshipping where we find ourselves surrounded by fire flies as we sang.
Becoming addicted to the card game 'Speed' cause that's all you can do during your off time (apart from reading your bible of course)
Team Bonding
demolishing a wooden playground
Being blessed with free fresh pizza for dinner
Busing it for another hour and a half just to go to the beach on our day off
In general creating memories that will last to tell the grand kids.