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INFORME MEMORIA 2015

INFORME MEMORIA 2015

INFORME MEMORIA 2015

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Ended of well in India

Tomorrow evening, we will land in South Africa. As I reflect on this last month in India, I realise Work Your Way 2015 is ready to go home. Ready for the next journey that awaits us. Its been a great year. A journey full of lessons learned, adventures, fun and difficult times? Our expectations have been met in more ways than one could imagine. The first week in India we spent in New Delhi, while we waited for another Global team (Nortbound) to arrive. Together we went to an Orphanage in Kota, South of New Delhi. It is clear that not all of us is made for Indian street food. Me and another team mate got a classic case of "Delhi Belly".  Besides the stomach bug, going into the streets of Delhi's Main Bazaar is not for the faint of heart. People, cars, bicycles, motorcycles and animals all fight for their right of the small street strip. So when not brave enough for the Deli streets - we found ourselves imprisoned by the four walls of our hostel room. At least we had the entertainment of a few good movies and a lot of Hindi television ads. One day we were lucky enough to escape the city and visit the famous Taj Mahal. One of the 7 man made wonders of the world. When it was finally time to leave for the orphanage, I got a bad chest infection upon my stomach bug. It seemed true that India was really not for the faint of heart. Luckily our time with Northbound  at the orphanage was refreshing enough to heal me from my ailments. I must say the thought of running a evening programme for more than 500 children was daunting at first. But as we got into the swing of things and by the expertise of Nortbound, the evenings with the children went quite smoothly. It was good to spend time with the children. Their hunger for love and affection really made me appreciate life. For me it was scary to see how Christianity as a religion can be indoctrinated into children so small. They know exactly what to say and all the right answers. But the question I kept asking myself, do they really know Jesus? Hell, do I really know Jesus? After 10 days we returned to Delhi excited to leave for Manali. A town high up in the Indian Himalyas. Where we spent a week debriefing and reflecting on our year.  From Manali to South Africa is 6 days of hard travel. Luckily the thought of touching home soil eases the 22h train ride and 2 day stopover. I would like to thank everyone who contributed to this year. Your prayers, financial support and  messages really ment a lot throughout the year. On the 13th of November we will have a 2 week debrief with the bigger Global Challenge team.  I am not sure what the future has in store for me. But I am ready for the next journey. Thanks again for all your support. Regards Henri Knobel Work Your Way 2015Global Challenge Expeditions
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Sho sho... India.

Our arrival into India was ubrupt and crazy, chaos was an understatement. Animals, tuk-tuks, trucks, cars and crowds scattered everywhere. New Delhi is a bee hive of hasslers, vehicles and markets - all trying to promote the best price. Just as ubrupt was the 'Dehli belly' many of the guys suffered from during this time. We arrived in New Delhi on a Monday, from Bangkok, after a lay over in Sri Lanka. As expectations go, Slumdog Millionaire was on my mind, there is a reality of slums yes but there is such a diversity in India itself. Every state has cultures and languages within it. India itself has 16 official languages, so you can just imagine all the different dialects. This country grows on you, although i missed home many times. The people of India are humbling, the streets are lively and the smiles give enrichment and encouragement. So that one is encouraged to spend time there. Why do I say this, the truth is - in cities like New Delhi itself everyone wants their cut, everyone we spoke to in the Market we stayed in, needed in some measure something more than good conversation. This was challenging because the opposite was true at the Orphanage in Kota where the children just wanted time spent with them.  I met a lady begging for money with a burn mark on her face that severed her features. She had three children with her, each asking in desperate plead.  I wondered about her story and gave them money, then she asked if i would drink chai (tea) with them, she then told me her parents died in a fire when she was younger and she is left by herself with her children. She later asked for money, i continued ignoring the question. Slowly but surely faith became the topic of our conversation. I made the point that Christ cares for His children and God is a loving Father. She looked uneasy and offended, she then explained how much she prays to many Hindu gods. She asked for money again, I understood she was in need but I wanted her to taste the life giving water! The Spirit has much more than I can give, but she was blind to what I was trying to bring across, I mentioned Jesus and He was nothing more than an offense. This is what we as Disciples must realize - that the Message of our redeemer is offensive to the world because it is potent, it talks to the very Spirit and gives Life in abundance! We cannot withold His need for others to be with Him, so I gave it to God.  We met up with another Global Challenge Team, Northbound, the following week. A train departed with both Northbound and Work Your Way as our ministry points where combined at the Emmanuel Christian Orphanage in Kota, just South of New Delhi. From a crowd of random strangers to a crowd of children at the Orphanage was an interesting transition.  These children I encountered accept you as one of them, they just want to wrestle and speak about cricket, ask for bible stories at night and be with you. I forgot how freeing it was to be a child, to be careless and playful. To make friends at a split second without the pressure of on going smalltalk that might lead to a conversation. It reminded me of how I grew up, I'm not far from being a child but now even more so.  The mornings would be spent planning and quiet times, the afternoons we would play in break times followed by a service every night.  The reality is many of these weren't children anymore, many of them have scars on their faces and bodies, stitches and marks but scars would still remain. Bruised and broken, untouched and forgotten in the past, this place and sanctuary provides  provision of Christ to these children. The Orphanage doesn't just oversee their basic physical needs but teaches eco-living to the kids so that in the future they may be independent in agriculture. Their faces have been hardened trough life, childhood severed by unfortunate events. The staff knows the weight of how every girl and boy grows up is life and death. The children now live with a sense of adulthood, but their hearts have been turned to Jesus and they really do have childlike faith, each child is capable to move mountains and hearts as their roots grow into Him.  One Northbound member, Christian, got bitten by something and was poisoned while playing with the kids, we feared for his life as he lay in bed, motionless, his face in agony, we prayed while we called the ambulance. His body stood stiff as he cried out in pain, uttering "I love you" while we carried him into the emergency vehicle that would take him to the hospital. We didn't know if it would be the last time we see him. He accepted the fact that he might die and saw a silhouette of his dad in the van. He started singing to God and the pain dissappeared, he suddenly could move. We worshipped and thanked God for healing Christian even before it happened and then it just ...happened!!  We all enjoyed just being one of the kids, time spent with them is more precious than anything we could give. I questioned whether it could be sustainable, but i guess that's faith in the Lord. He promises that He will fulfill the good work He has started.   The truth is that trust comes in faith of the Lord, faith is dead without works, works are not done out of obligation but relationship, relationship comes by being made righteous to be in His presence, and you are made righteous because of this faith. I thank God for His Glory displayed in India as my King, Priest and the ultimate Father, calling is to be the same!! 
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Lastly Paraguay

So this is the last country of our journey. In a sense the last stretch home. We have experienced a lot up until now and it is with mixed emotions we approach the finish line. Some of us are sad that our travels are coming to an end mixed with excitement of seeing our homeland again. Some of us are excited at the prospect of wearing new outfits. And then there are those who are excited about the full farmhouse breakfast awaiting us in Johannesburg...eggs sunny side up, no toast, lots of bacon, and a good cup of coffee.

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Make a joyful noise

Make a joyful noise

 

It is our first morning in Yogyakarta in Indonesia. I wake up at around 4:30am to the now forgotten but still familiar sound of the call to prayer being boomed into the neighbourhood from the rooftop of ten plus mosques. Not long after as the dawn starts breaking another strange sound claws its way through my sub-conscience. It's a clanging empty noise accompanied by the shouts of a man...  Later the day I see that the centre where we are staying at is surrounded by rice paddies. And it is a ritual for the workers that sleep around the fields to pull a rope connected to empty cans and bellow at the birds that stop by for an early morning breakfast. Every morning during my quiet time I see men and women trudging to their patch of land before doing anything else. It is as if they need to claim their piece of land, their harvest every morning. Making a noise. Our time in Indonesia we spend with a beautiful student church called Destiny Generation. It is my second visit to this family of believers and again my time is filled with many lessons and revelations on what church could and should look like. And again the simple beauty of devotion stays with me. Every morning we get up for early morning prayer where we sometimes start worshiping before even greeting one another. On my previous visit I stayed with one of my sisters and would wake up to the simple beauty of her and her guitar, devotedly praying and singing with so much passion. On a Sunday morning the whole body gets up early to meet at strategic places  where they spend the time praying for one another, sharing testimonies and worship. It is on a morning like this that I sit on the back of my friend Juan's scooter. The otherwise traffic-laden roads are remarkably quiet and the morning air is fresh as we drive halfway across the city to his campus for prayer. I cannot think of a better way to start my day. Making a noise with family through fellowship. Make a joyful noise to the Lord, writes David. And as the blessed morning quiet times in Indonesia heap up, both individually and as a team, I realise that the clanging sounds that rise up from the rice fields is a great image of what our lives can look like. As if starting your day by making a noise in the Spirit is the best thing you can do. Bellowing and proclaiming to all that wants to steal from you that day that this is God's piece of land, you belong to a Greater King, this day is going to be full of His peace because the harvest is His.    
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Luke10

So this is the account of our Luke10 faith journey. This story starts with two guys setting out on an adventure. Jesus sent out his disciples two by two into towns to prepare the way for the kingdom. We prayed and felt God said we should travel through Argentina to the city of Asuncion in Paraguay. I asked God to show me His love on this Luke 10...He did.

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Détour par le Chili; Voila comment l'aventure commence...

Ci-dessous, le texte de notre leader Chris. J'ai pris la liberté de traduire le texte...

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The Story of the Traveling Travelzoonz

The Story of the Traveling Travelzoonz
The following story is based on true events. During our time in Panama I was inspired to earnestly seek child like faith. This is to Ann, Emma and Pastor Bill. "I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and revealed them to little children"- Matthew 11:25The Travelzoonz were in a land much like a prison. The land had walls around it. The clock was tickady-tock-ticking, so they took a truck and a machine bird to travel to new lands. O, it was a big truck they travelled with. A big truck indeed! The truck even had a roof and walls over the back, with openings called windows. The Travelzoonz sweat and sweat and sleeping was just a dream... At the nest of the machine birds the sun was big and yellow, but one little travelzoon's eyes were heavy, as heavy as can be. So where will the Travelzoon sleep? "Well a house made of trolleys," she thought. So there she went to Zuuh-zuuh-land in a trolley without wheels... Finally it was time to fly. Up up and away they went to more enchanted lands. More lands to bless and to discover. On the plane some slept, but even better some had snacks. O, the Travelzoonz love their snacks. Snacks of shapes and smells and sizes. You see, the Travelzoonz serve a Mighty King. A King with green eyes with fire in them. The King goes in front and at the back and even inside. The King is inside and out and all around. The King always provides, thus when the Travelzoonz sleep they sleep silent. And when they eat, they eat with smiles. Then the Travelzoonz lived next to a canal. A canal where boats as wide as the sky swim in. Big boats that carry big machines that run on their backs. Big boats that drink black water, and throw it up sometimes... The Travelzoonz were happy next to the canal. They lived with the Man with Silver Hair. The Man with Silver Hair had a smile that stretched from eternity to here. His smile showed the Travelzoonz something new in the King's eyes. Green eyes, but not with fire this time. Though fire is not bad. This time The King's eyes were filled with many friends. Friends of different color, shapes and hair. They saw all these friends in the Man with the Silver Hair and the King was pleased with the Man with the Silver Hair and the Travelzoonz knew that. The Travelzoonz then wanted the same eyes full of friends and they were inspired to go out into all the lands to make friends of different color, shapes and hair. The end.
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Vulnerable in Colombia

 Im busy reading this book on vulnerability and shame. Apparently shame does not like it when we talk about it and this is where vulnerability comes in. Its to open up a part of yourself that may be assaulted or hurt by others. So its about the courage to open up. To step into the arena and fight the fight with others who are courages enough. And people who are not in the arena don't have a say or should not influence the way you think about yourself. Your worthiness is in your courage to step out in faith and open up to people so they can see into your core. I am challenged by this... Being a leader has always been about not showing weakness, always having the answers, always knowing what comes next, and always being prepared for every situation. Basically a superhuman...and this is not me. And its liberating to realize this. What I've come to see is that being a leader is being able to make intuitive decisions under pressure and guiding people's ideas towards a solution when needed. Its a process of recognition. A leader needs to recognize ideas and concepts that comes from the team and connect all this info to lead the team towards a greater good. This can be in any situation. Ministry. Danger. Social. Interpersonal. Team life. Conflict. Innovation. New frontiers. Uncertainty. Design. Hosting. Youth meetings. Business. Expansion...Its sort of like a waiting game. Constantly scanning the environment for opportunities to capture and help unfold. Its like a fisherman waiting with a net to scoop the next big catch. Bolivia has been a place of redemption on so many frontiers. So much happened in this country of mountains and rain. We were visited by a few parents who traveled with is from Bogotá to San Gill to Cartagena. After this we embarked on a Backpacker Challenge where we received minimal money and had to go explore our surroundings for a week and meet up in Santa Marta for our next ministry point. Me and Curtis went to Tayrona National Park which is a gem on the coast of Colombia. We met people from South Africa, Australia, Germany, Ireland, Canada, and the USA. Must say, meeting the guys from SA was welcoming. We shared how much we miss friends and family, and I really just enjoyed talking to someone from home. There are numerous campsites scattered through the park and you need to hike to them as their are no roads. We slept in hammocks next to the beach and in tents in the forest. It was a time of reflection on what God has done up until now on the journey. In Santa Marta we were with John and his family and then we went to New Tribe Missions in  Fusagasuga. So here I sit writing this after yet another leg of our journey is coming to an end. I spoke to my mother while here in Colombia and being homesick. I sometimes wonder how Paul did it. Or even Moses. Forty years is a long time to lead people in a desert. I truly have respect for them. It is with gratitude that i write this because I have deeper insights into how much patience and perseverance they had. It is only when your focus is on the final outcome that you find strength to carry on in any situation. It's the same with being vulnerable. In the beginning its awkward and uncertain if you will be rejected or accepted. You can never predict people's response. And that is why the response should not matter. The worthiness, your worthiness, is in the courage to take the first step in opening up...not in people's response. And this is faith. To know that in the end everyone will be better of when we take the first step towards vulnerability. This is the hope in the final outcome...that we are worthy to be loved and appreciated with all our flaws, shortcomings, nuances, passions, values, talents, likes, dislikes, and facial twitches. We are his people and He is our God. He loves us unconditionally and we must love ourselves and others with the same tenacity. This is the hope in the final outcome.
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Journey to the end of the earth

Journey to the end of the earth

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On being white team...

Leadership gets defined when you are thrown into the back of an airplane wondering if all the team members are on board. Or when, a supposedly agreed upon, 5 minute per person shower, turns into a self proclaimed 10 minute spa treatment with 6 other people waiting for their turn with a "what are you going to do about this" expressions on their faces. Or even that moment when someone tries to convince the guys that lentils have the same amount of protein as a steak. And all this before breakfast.

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Jesus will help us...

I'm being reinvented. Trying new things. Beliefs are broken. New ones are being formed. It's not an easy process. The values Jesus taught are treasures. They bring life. They bring meaning to a world in need. They make our world a better place. The values will change humanity and the way we are living. Feed the hungry. Clothe the naked. Love your neighbor. Take care of the widows. Honor your parents. Don't kill someone. Don't take stuff that don't belong to you. Treat others the way you want to be treated. And then in the end...do this all out of love. Because we can not do this without Jesus. We can not boast in any of our endeavors because it is his values we are living out. And we can not be proud of ourselves for bringing these values to society because we didn't think of them. Jesus did. We can not take any credit. And living these values have nothing to do with you getting a ticket into heaven. That's free. So the only reason to live these values is to show God's love to people. And the values show the love. Not you. You are only doing them. We have no grounds to think we are the business. It's all Jesus. Because if you think about it you would rather stay at home than go give out food. But once you start doing this you will start to see that there is a world in need. That there are people out there hungry for hope. People thirsting for more than a glass of purified water. Your heart will grow to love people and their stories. It is in doing that we start loving. And then we will realize even more that Jesus is the only guy who can bring hope in the final outcome. That he is the one who restores. We can just live the value and not worry about our flaws because Jesus is perfect. And we should remember that Jesus is not a product that we try to sell to people. These values create platforms on which we can share Jesus with people without using words. Our faith is a faith of action. Each one of us should just figure out where we are needed to create platforms for Jesus to show His glory. We set up sort of a stage and wait to see what Jesus will do. It's in the waiting and anticipating that he arrives and blows us away. These values are confrontational. They tend to lead us into dark areas of urban mazes or to desolate savannas or thick jungles. They show us that we are not as great as we think we are and that Jesus is the coolest person who ever lived and is still living. And all these values and actions and platforms should all have the foundation of love. A selfless attitude. And this is where Jesus really comes in. Helping us to be selfless. We forgive because we are forgiven. We love because we are loved. We give because we receive freely. We value because He values. It is in this that we change our hearts towards those around us. To think of them more than of ourselves. To see that Jesus loves everyone. Everyone. He loves everyone. He values each and every person. Every person. That's a lot of people. We need to enter society with humility. Admit that we need help. And that we are here to help. And that Jesus is the only one who can help through us. Through anyone. Through all of us. We are in this together. We need each other because we need Jesus. All of us. Through us

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You, the school of the nations

You, the school of the nations
To you, the school of the nations 

This is a thank you. Or an attempt at acknowledgement. To the countless faces and people that I have crossed paths with in the past few years. 

 I once heard a sermon of the way that we are rocks on a river bed, being tossed and turned and swept downstream. And as we bump shoulders with one another, a forming takes place. God determines the length and the depth but still - we are formed in different ways by the people around us. Words cannot describe the forming that has come in different shapes and sizes in my own life. In the colours of a Quecha woman in the Andes mountains or the quiet determination of an Indonesian woman. In the silence of a submissive wife or the exuberant sounds of worship. In the laughter of an Egyptian family or the tears of a Syrian family. In the dreams of friends in Cuba or the passion of friends in Brazil. People have become part of life, new people or old people. Life happens, somewhere in the deep conversations and quick conversations and sometimes even in the conversations without words. Sometimes it is simply in the glimpse of what is happening in your life, even when passing through your village with a train or in seeing you bath your child in the river that my worldview and life view is shaken and shaped. You, the pastor that taught me something about leadership. You, the missionary whose life taught me something of sacrifice. You, the Syrian child who taught me about joy. You, the Turkish man who wowed me with hospitality. You, the stranger who stands closer to help with translating. You, the Guyanan woman who loved on me. You, the Zanzibari woman that brightens up the day with your smile. You, the man who dreams big dreams. You, the Croatian man that made me think about my heritage. You, the German woman that personifies grace. You, the South African that shows me the Father's heart. You, the wise. You, the brave. You, the inspiration. This is the school of the nations. This is life. This is my inheritance. I often think that a journey can be summarised in the people that you meet. It is a kaleidoscope of faces and conversations and memories that take shape as an ever winding and inspiring journey. Why do we travel? Yes we see new places and eat new foods and it is all new experience. But in the end its the people that make a place.We were not made as solitary human beings, the world is rich - sometimes overwhelmingly so - in humans. And how beautiful is the face of our Creator, caught up in the scores of people around the world that make up His body and His bride. We all tell a story, a much bigger story. I am a fleeting whisper, in and out of your lives, off to the next place or the next adventure. But you are not forgotten. You have shaped me, you are shaping me. This is a thank you. Weak, but still. Thank you. 
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Off to Fiji. . .

Good day, friends and family from a cold land down under. The last 7 weeks, Work Your Way 2015 spent working on sheep farms doing lamb marking. Global Challenge expeditions has been working with Noble Management Australia for the last 5 years. Each year, the Work Your Way group spent about 2 months with the Willersdorf family.  This year, we lived with them for about 6 weeks, travelling around New South Wales and Victoria.     Working with the Willersdorfs was a great experience.  They are dedicated in what they do, working sheep with a lot of energy, passion and integrity. I personally learned a lot about team-work and working with great integrity.  In all things they give praise to God, and no situation is worth complaining about. The physical work was sometimes challenging and we learned to push through some physical and mental barriers. On two of the days we worked more than 3000 lambs.   We were really so blessed in this time. The Willersdorfs and the Christian community of the area really treated us to some fun activities like ice skating, paintball and we had an traditional South African braai/barbecue with some South Africans living in Australia. The South Africans has started their own house church and it was really encouraging to see what the Lord is doing in their lives.   God also opened doors for future ministry involvement and we made a lot of new friends in the process. Some of the best friends we made is the Wong Family as from the beginning, they generously opened their home to us.  We spent many nights sleeping in the comfort of their home. Eunice, Ester and Caleb plays in the Australian Youth Orchestra. We were so privileged to go to Sydney Opera House and watch them perform. Our time with the Wongs was so blessed and we really learned a lot from them. They are such an example of how a Christian family should work together.    We are currently enjoying a bit of a holiday with some friends and family from South Africa. We have been so blessed by their visit this last couple of days and had a lot of fun in the Sydney/Blue Mountains area.   On Sunday the 2nd of August we will be leaving for Fiji for a month. Afterwards, we will return to Australia for 10 days serving at Capernwray Bible School, about  2 hours from Sydney.   Thank you so much for everyone's support, encouragement and prayer. It really means so much to me. It is difficult to explain what the Lord is doing in our lives as our experiences have been intense and frequent. These expeditions are not possible without our friends and family's support back home.   Regards Henri Knobel Work Your Way 2015
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Downunder

Wide open spaces, a strange, familiar landscape, country music playing "loud-az" in their "utes" (utility vehicle). Strange accents with words that take a while to get up to tabs on. When someone would ask or tell you something enough times, you stop asking, "what" and just say, "yeap".  This island of a continent is Australia and is largly underestimated! It is our saving grace for the year as we would need to work with sheep on farms to pay the for the rest of the year's travels.  On our arrival in Sydney we where organized a place to stay for two nights. We where blessed staying with a group of hosting ladies called the Darlings in the Darling house. It was a great encouragement hearing their stories and reflecting on experiences.  In the late evenings, we went exploring at the Sydney Harbor vibrant with lights as the Vivid Light Fest was on. For those that know, Marton had such a ball, we struggled controlling his excitement - like a kid at a fair he took it real well. It was quite the view, many buildings as well as the Opera House lit up with projected moving images and lights.  After our goodbyes, we had to depart to Harden to meet our hosts to-be -  the Willersdorf family. We worked in the family business, Noble Management, a livestock company and learned lamb marking, scanning, weighing and pushing around sheep. We learnt practically first-hand, what Aussie farming is like!  What an adventure this would be, yet little did we know what was waiting at our new home! Eleven kids just falling short of a dozen, it doesnt get any cheaper though! Eight are still living with Julie, their mother, as they were kind enough to host another eight men as well. In addition, having guests that sleep over frequently, already practically family members.  Our initial expectation was working hard 24/7, and so we did, but we remained encouraged and the joy was infectious. Each morning, Psalms would be shared and thoughts would be pondered throughout the days' work. Psalm 23 became very real to us as we could see the world from a sheep's perspective. We practically saw what Jesus meant when He stated that He is the Shepherd over His flock. Little we knew how much it would take to push a stubborn sheep in a pen and then realise the biblical resemblance to us.  You feel part of a bigger picture with this family. With them we learnt what it meant to be part of God's Household - that you only need to get by with the love of Christ. They have truly given over everything including so much more, even surrendering each other to the hands of God. Glory to God for seeing a devoted body of Christ as a family who work well together. Like every other family, there are times when grace-growers pop up and some bump heads. The difference is that in this family there is a peace beyond understanding, something that can only be given from God.  We can see why so many South Africans called this home because of the communities' acceptance. The family introduced us to their church, small but people passionate to change the world - a God fearing community. The Willersdorfs connected us with life-long friendships and experiences that we will take with us on our journey and life ahead! We have come here to work, but the resounding thing that God did for us was His blessings: a place to stay for the first two nights in Sydney; blessed with friendships; going to the Sydney Opera House and so the list continues. We cannot forget to mention the countless amounts of people that blessed us with meals, gifts, warm beds and encouragement  - people filled with the Spirit of Christ couldn't wait to exchange testimony and so great revelations were revealed.  Australia has been challenging. We have had physical endeavors as well as spiritual. It has got us to a point of unity as a team seeing how a body of Christ operates. When someone tires out, another would take his place. So how much more will Jesus take our burden upon Himself!  We pray you are inspired to continue to live out Jesus. Our journey continues to Fiji tomorrow!
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Panama. Words. Sufficient.

Flight. Midnight. Arrive. Panama. Airport. Sleep. Morning. Adventure. Taxi. Gamboa. Church. Pastor. Carmelita. Canal. Boats. Coffee. Breakfast. Explore. Shower. Outside. Mangoes.

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Jamaica: This is Global Challenge

In Jamaica I discovered why the word "challenge" is at the centre of ''Global Challenge Expeditions''. How ironic that the pastor's wife gave a sermon on the very first Sunday in which she repeated the phrase: ''Challenges, troubles, trials'' almost 50 times in a time frame of an hour.

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Eat your way: Guyana

Eat your way: Guyana

Guyana: land of many waters (especially in rainy season), many many musquitos (also known as the national bird of Guyana), ALOT of jungle and ALOT of sand...

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Israel - where the presence rests

Israel - where the presence rests

From the north to the south, the beaches of the Galilee to the stone-cobbled streets in Jerusalem, the country shouts the name of our Emmanuel - God with us. But the echoes in the religion and the hate and the noisy youth murmur the depravity of our human souls.

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God's way is above ours !

Hello everyone ! This couple of weeks, I could experiment deeply what was the meaning of the verse 8 from the chapter 55 in the book of Isaiah:

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Portraying His Image in Suriname

Portraying His Image in Suriname

In C.S. Lewis' Prince Caspian, Aslan says to Lucy, "Every year that you grow, you will find me bigger." We just completed our third country, and I find Jesus bigger than ever before.

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Jesus is in Jerusalem*

Jesus is in Jerusalem*

Israel, the promised land, the country where Jesus walked, the place where God revealed so much of His character to us through the Israeli nation. Visiting this special place is an experience that can hardly be captured or described in mere words or pictures. It is seeing a piece of living history, a walk through the gospels. From Bethlehem where Jesus was born to Capernaum next to the sea of Galilea where Jesus ministered to Jerusalem, the city that Jesus loved. How strange and heartbreaking to see the same historic events being viewed so differently through the glasses of different worldviews and religions and how these differences are used as a platform for blind hatred.

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Jordan Oasis of Peace

Jordan Oasis of Peace

From Biblical times until today, the Middle East has been a region subject to near constant unrest and war. Throughout the generations, the kingdom of Jordan has been a safe harbour offering refuge to countless people fleeing from war torn countries on all sides. 

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God is the hope to the hopeless...

During my stay in Jordan I have developed a new outlook on life.  As we disembarked, the name of this capital city of Jordan came to mind.  Amman means steadfastness and perseverance.  Now, looking back on our mission in Jordan, I realise that the people here are blessed with these two noble qualities.

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words

 

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Open door policy

Pink dolphins in the amazon, wild horses on the Guyana plains, red parrots in the Iwokrama forest in Guyana, coconuts of varies kinds just falling from trees around you, small wild mangoes, cake for breakfast, free condensed milk coffee on the amazon, acai, brigadeiro and more acai...

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Flying a kite for Syria

Flying a kite for Syria

In the late afternoon dusk the city is settling down under a cloud of dust. A few blocks away the image of dreary stone coloured houses is broken by a blue and green kite that sweeps over and through the buildings. Yells of delight are carried on the early evening breeze toward where I am sitting.

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First journey in Kenya; A good test to apply what we learned during training !

 

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First blog (KENYA)

Hello everybody greetings from South America!

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