‘n Mosambiek storie – Zani Stoffberg
Junie is SG se Mosambiekmaand. Daar gaan jaarliks ‘n span by Alta en Francois Rauch in Mucombeze, Mosambiek kuier (die naaste dorp is Chimoio). Hulle word hulle vir ‘n week of wat deel van die Mozam ritme, ervaar, beleef, leer en word lief. Ons vertel graag ‘n paar stories uit vanjaar se, baie diverse groep. Die ouderdomme het gewissel van 17 tot iets in die 30 en het uit alle windrigtings saamgetrek, van Stellenbosch tot Boksburg, Upington tot Port Elizabeth. Dankie vir elkeen wat deel was van die voorbereiding, gee en voorbidding vir die groep, ons is dankbaar vir die deurlopende ondersteuning van ons uitreike.
Zani Stoffberg (19) swot Bth Jeugwerk aan die US
To explain what Mozambique meant to me, I am going to put the group and Tofo aside. To me Mozambique (rural) was a place where I could tear myself from the group and find tranquillity in nature, in the presence of God. On Francois’s farm I could lie underneath the stars at night and just focus on the presence of the Lord and His mighty creating – because aside from you and a few spiders and mosquitoes there wasn’t anything else. I needed this: before the vocation/ “in-reik” I felt emotionally cut down. It felt like my emotions where watered down and I noticed that laughing – really laughing wasn’t a part of my life anymore. I didn’t seem able to cry or laugh or feel anything deeper than the quick happiness the worlds pleasures gives us. And it wasn’t that I neglected my relationship with the Lord – I just got so tangled up with stress and priorities that I desensitised myself from really feeling. The whole trip was a chance for me to rekindle the spark between me and my true love: the Lord. It was a chance to travel and see wonders with new and interesting people. It was a chance to feel love again in uncontrollable amounts. I didn’t know what to expect when I entered Mozambique, but the people surprised me. The native people had basically nothing in the western sense… but they had love… in abundance. They showered me with their love. They gave me food when they had none. They welcomed me into their homes and gave me their best, without expecting anything in return. They dance to the sound of an echoing wood box and they do so without shame or withholding anything.
My friend and I preached in Mozambique. We blessed the people but they blessed us so much more in letting us pray for them. They gave me hugs and tried to jump over the speech barrier wanting to tell me that they enjoyed our sermon. With smiles and love in their eyes they saw threw me that day – something almost none in my group had done for a whole week – these people broke down my walls with one smile. The pastor couldn’t stop thanking me for asking him if I could bless him… I blessed him and a more grateful man I have yet to see. The thing is: we say that we believe in the power of blessing people and in the power of the Lord, but it is as if we don’t fully comprehend the impact of this… this man, this pastor was a lot closer to fully understanding and believing in the power of the blessing of the Lord than we are. We desensitise ourselves to the wonders of the Lord.
We asked what we are eating today – they ask: are we eating today? These people gave us so much love and honoured us without pretence. They would give us the clothes from their backs if we would to get cold or would come and build you a fire so that you could get warmth from it and cook food. These people give themselves to people – knowing that they need that person more than that person needs them.
I went there desensitised to emotion but through the grace of the Lord, He has shown me true and pure love. Love without pretence and love without shame. I can feel myself healing from the inside out – you could almost say defrosting. The mission was to go and love: the reality was that we went and was loved. Francois said that he thanks us for bringing heaven to the people – I knew that I had to correct him by telling him that heaven was already there… in abundance.
Mozambique was an opportunity to go and “bliksem” people with love… we just didn’t expect them to do the “bliksem”-ing