Did You Know?

• South Africa has penguins.
• Johannesburg gets more rainfall than London, yet has one of the highest averages of sunlight per day in the world (8.5 hours per day vs. 3.8 in London). This means that when it rains here, it pours. Literally.
• South Africa is the only country in the world to have voluntarily dismantled its nuclear arsenal.
• South Africa's tap water is rated #3 in the world (I am not sure about this one as our water varies from brown to yellow to green...)
• There are over 900 species of birds - 10% of the world's species on only 1% of its land mass.
• The biggest, smallest, and fastest mammals are all found in South Africa, as well as the tallest creature, largest reptile, largest bird, and heaviest flying bird. In fact, there are more mammal species in South Africa than North and South America combined.
  
• South Africa is the sole producer of the Mercedes Benz C Class, right-hand drive vehicles (so why are cars so expensive here??)
• Enough about cars and mammals; South Africa has over 5,000 species of spiders (what's not to love?)

And That Pretty Much Sums It Up...

"We all have wounds. We all live in pain and disappointment. We all have feelings of loneliness that lurk beneath all our successes, feelings of uselessness that hide under all the praise, feelings of meaninglessness even when people say we are fantastic - and that is what makes us sometimes grab onto people and expect from them affection, affirmation and love they cannot give. If we want other people to give us something that only God can give, we are guilty of idolatry. We say, 'Love me!' and before long we become demanding and manipulative...

"...But human beings, whether it's your husband, your wife, your father, mother, brother, sister or child, are all limited in giving the level of love and acceptance we all crave. Since we want so much and we get only part of what we want, we have to keep on forgiving people for not giving us what we want. So, I forgive you since you can only love me in a limited way. I forgive my mother that she is not everything I would like her to be. I forgive my father because he did the best he could. This is of enormous importance right now because constantly people look to blame their parents, their friends, and the church for not giving them what they need. Many people are angry. They cannot forgive people for offering only limited expressions of an unlimited love. God's love is unlimited; ours is not. Any relationship you enter into - in communion, friendship, marriage, community or church - will always be riddled with frustration and disappointment. So forgiveness becomes the word for divine love in the human context." - Henri Nouwen, Spiritual Direction

It's a Dead Flower, Yes, But How Did it Live?

I've been staring at this photo for days. I don't know what it is that grabs me, but I'm captivated by it. I'm not intrigued by the type of flower or colour it may have been, but by what it did in its short life. Did it bring someone joy? Did it sit in a vase on someone's desk? Did it cause a smile or two, a moment of pause and marvel at God's creation? In short, did it live well?

These are dumb questions to ask of a flower, I realise, but they naturally spill over into my own life. Do I please my Creator? Am I willing to sacrifice myself - to be "cut" - to bring joy, share hope, and do that which God has called me to do? Am I willing to risk, to bloom boldly and totally, no matter what else is going on around me? And what if no one ever sees but God? Am I still going to live well?

"The supreme desire of my life is to give myself in reckless abandon to Christ." - Ed McCully

Wednesday Quote

"When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, He asked his disciples, 'Who do people say the Son of Man is?' They replied, 'Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.' 'But what about you?' He asked. 'Who do you say I am?' Simon Peter answered, 'You are the Messiah, the Son of the Living God.' " - Matthew 16:13-16

"Remember this, keep it in mind, take it heart... I am God and there is no other; I am God and there is none like Me... My purpose will stand... What I have said, that will I bring about; what I have planned, that will I do." - excerpts from Isaiah 46:8-11

Tuesdays With Auntie Hope

Today Auntie Hope was more lucid than she usually is. She knew that she was forgetting things and that her memory isn't what it should be. I was happy that she was having a good day until I started to wonder if she ever wonders

• How much longer will I remember how to make tea?
• Will this be the last day I remember my children's names?
• How much more time do I have before I forget everything?

Auntie Hope spoke about her husband, something she rarely does. She mentioned that even though he's been dead for years, she still misses him and finds herself looking around the room to tell him something or wanting to share something with him. When you lose a best friend - even though you push through the grief - you never really replace that relationship. Others come but they will never be quite the same.

Sometimes there are no words. I just sat and listened, drinking tea out of a dirty teacup, and tried not to cry.

Thoughts on Corruption

The corruption in Africa is, at times, astounding. I want to believe that it's the exception and not the norm, but when it occurs in government it affects everyone.

Today is the birthday of Robert Mugabe, President of Zimbabwe. A country that was once the breadbasket of Africa, Zimbabwe now has more citizens living outside the country than in it. Lack of medical care, schools, food and jobs has reduced the country to ruins and stripped its people of hope.

I find that I want to be outraged at what goes on in South Africa and its neighbouring countries, yet I am called to pray for the leaders of this world. And that humbles me. I want to think that I'm better than them, but I cannot ask for mercy for myself and judgment for another. Grace doesn't work that way. And I don't like it, because that means I have to love my neighbour and pray for God's best for them as much as I ask for it myself. It means I have to realise that I, too, have failings and make spectacular mistakes. It means that Jesus died as much for Robert Mugabe as He did for me. It knocks me off my pedestal. And that just plain hurts at times.

It's Not Strange Anymore

The other day I was at the grocery store when I realised, "This is totally normal. Nothing is foreign or out of place anymore." Not the shelf stockers who stock shelves during business hours and make it impossible to push a trolley down the aisle, not the floor moppers who turn grocery shopping into an obstacle course, not the police arresting people over by the ATM machines, and not even the citronella candles sitting in between the bread loaves to keep the flies away.

While you may detect a hint of irritation in my voice (and it's true - I will probably always compare grocery shopping between my home and host countries), on the whole I have made progress. I have accepted that it is what it is. And I am grateful to be here.