South Africa + God.

I attempted to write a blogpost from my mobile, it did't work...

"It's Friday 15th August, 11pm. In two weeks time I'll be back in England and I don't want that. I want to stay here and my main reason for that is God.

 Every person i've had the pleasure of meeting has such a strong faith in God it's awesome, it seems like the most important things to people are Jesus, prayer and family. I unfortunate can't say the same about us English folk.

Everyone of these people has a story and a struggle, yet they all talk about how blessed they are"

An elderly woman who's lost all her family told me she's blessed because her purse is never empty so she's always able to help people who need it most. I had the pleasure of meeting a mother and daughter who just a couple of weeks before hand lost a family member and I think anyone would of understood if they were to just lose faith in God, not trust him, be angry... But their love for and trust in him is as clear as day.
I met people who are in debt up to their eyeballs but instead of questioning why the Lord wasn't helping them financially they thanked him every day for the food they had in front of them. I even heard people in the street talking about how good God is, despite people having so little their love for God is so big.

Peoples love for others was also evident, I was made welcome by practically everybody I met while I was there and I fell in love with the church. I even got prayed for, the only time someone else has ever offered to pray for me was a pastor telling me I am 'possessed'. I was prayed for by the mother and daughter I spoke about previously and their acceptance and patience with me is something i've never had and something I can not thank them enough for. In England people seem to barely make time for the members of their own church, but for these two people to pray for some weird foreign girl despite going through a tough time is what makes these women two of the most wonderful people I met.

If the churches here were like the ones in South Africa maybe the church wouldn't get such a bad name and it certainly wouldn't be labeled as 'boring'.  And who knows, maybe if we actually prayed for one another miracles might happen.

(im sorry if this post makes no sense whatsoever... it's bedtime)