I Was Hungry

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Kya Sands Slum

My daughter and son-in-law, Lori and Rich, recently led an NHIM mission team to South Africa. They spent time visiting families in some tiny shacks in the sprawling slums where they are working. These areas, like Soweto and Kya Sands were made infamous during the days of Apartheid and Mandela. Since Mandela’s era, progress has been painfully slow in addressing the grinding poverty in these areas. For many who struggle to survive in these places, there is no running water, no electricity, no sewage and meager shelter. There is mainly a panorama of shacks, garbage, rats, and deprivation.

Returning from one of those desperate communities to the place where the team was staying, members were emotionally spent and in ‘shock’ at what they had witnessed. Some team members were asked what had made the greatest impression on them. One of the young men gave a moving response. The team had taken food to families where they were working. He said in one of the homes they had visited a man told him, “Having food here is not a right, it’s a privilege”.

While a short term mission team can do little to remedy the overall situation, they still have an extremely important ministry. They offer people the knowledge that someone knows, cares, and prays for them. The temporary relief the team can provide lifts spirits and the message of the Savior’s love gives a long term hope.

We’ve all heard the saying, “Its better to light a candle than to curse the darkness”. The South Africa team was busy lighting small candles in these dark places. We need to know that as Jesus was welcoming believers into heaven, He said, “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in I needed clothes and you clothed me…” (Matthew 25:35-36, NIV). Believers then asked when had they ever ministered to Jesus in that way. He said, “Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” (Matthew 25:40, NIV). What a privilege to be able to minister to the Savior in such a way.

Prayer: Lord, may the ‘least of these’ hear you say, “Come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! Come, buy wine and milk without money and without cost” (Isaiah 55:1, NIV). And may we who are able be your presence to them.

~ Brother Roy

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South Africa Team is Off!

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Please be in prayer for New Hope’s South Africa mission team that left for Africa on Tuesday.  They will be ministering with a local church in Johannesburg.  They will return to the U.S. on May 23rd.

New Hope News

cropped-nhim-logo-bigger.jpgIt has been a while since we have provided an update here on the website on New Hope’s many ministry activities.  Here are a few ways that the Lord is blessing New Hope in these days.

Over Asbury University’s Spring Break, a team of four students traveled through NHIM to Jamaica where they led devotions for preschoolers and built a home for a family in need.

During last month’s NHIM Board meeting, members voted to increase the expense account funds for David Spencer, our Director of Church Planting. David is driving 204 miles round-trip twice a week from his home at Bear Pen in Wolfe County to work with one of our church plants, Green Hill Community Church, in Harlan County. Green Hill is growing in numbers and spiritual knowledge under David’s leadership. Attendance on Easter Sunday was 70. From ground zero, when the church first opened, to 70 on Easter is a testimony to God’s love for those folks and David’s hard work. Within a few days of approving the increase for David, an unexpected check for $2,500 came in that will help cover the increase. Praise the Lord!

truckSeveral months ago the Abiding Hope Food Pantry truck ‘went home to be with Jesus’. The truck was old and tired and threw a rod through the block. Since then it has been a real struggle to get the food from God’s Pantry in Lexington to the food pantry at Bear Pen. Many of you have been praying with us about another truck. In the Lord’s timing, David and his son Eugene located a truck. The price was reasonable, and all we needed was the money. I called the gentleman who had sent us the money we were going to use to help increase David’s expenses account.  I asked him if it was all right to split the money and use half for David and the other half for down payment on the truck.  After a pause, he said to use the full amount he sent to help David. Then he said, “I’ll send you the money for buying the truck shortly.” That was another “Praise the Lord!” moment. As I was sharing this great news with the fellows I drink coffee with, one of the men asked if the truck was road worthy. I told him it was as far as I knew, except the front tires were badly worn. He pulled out his billfold and handed me a $100 bill to help with new tires.

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Green Hill Community Church

Pray for our upcoming Tent Revival in Harlan County. David will be holding an old fashioned tent revival later this spring a few miles from the Green Hill Community Church. The tent and folding chairs have been moved on-site. We are trusting that the Tent Revival will bring souls into the Kingdom and make people aware of the Green Hill Church. Prayer and fasting is helping prepare the way. Join us as we petition the Lord for revival.

I recently joined David in a meeting with a man who has been attending Green Hill Church for about a year. He has been a pastor and has preached extensively in the Harlan County area. This man has expressed interest in working with us in ministry and possibly becoming one of our pastors. Pray for wisdom as we explore partnerships such as these in our efforts to reach Eastern Kentucky with the Gospel.

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Kya Sands

My daughter Lori and my son-in-law Rich are leading a NHIM mission team to South Africa in May. As they were making preparations, Lori asked me if NHIM might be able to help buy some blankets for the small children in Kya Sands, a Squatter’s Camp (a terrible slum) at the edge of Johannesburg. Lori ministered there during the time she lived in Johannesburg. The next day, I ran into Tommy Baker, a dear Christian brother who had worked with NHIM on some previous projects. During our rambling conversation, he asked me if I could ever use some small blankets. I responded with a resounding – YES!  When I inquired about how many he had, he said, “700”. He had secured them from an overstock at Wal-Mart for one dollar apiece.  Can you believe it? The team has all the blankets the need and more.  Again, I want to humbly bow my head and say “Praise the Lord!”

~ Brother Roy

South Africa Team: Melanie’s Testimony

melanieWhat do you say after you return from a mission trip? Family and friends want to know how it was, what you saw, what kinds of things you did, and who you worked with. And I LOVE talking about it.

But how do you describe it? How do you talk about how uncomfortable it felt seeing the 8×8 tin shacks that house whole families when I purchased coasters and placemats as souvenirs to bring home to my apartment? How do you describe the heartbreak that comes with seeing beautiful, precious children in rags and mothers struggling to feed them? How do you tell about the prostitute you spent hours talking with on a city curb and how much you love her and wish you could fly across the world to sit on that curb with her again?

Forgive me if I stumble for words when we talk next and you ask me how it was. I will most certainly tell you that it was amazing… That I am blessed beyond measure that I got to experience South Africa and see how God is moving there. That I had no desire to come back. That I felt like I was fulfilling His call for me in real and tangible ways. But forgive me if I haven’t fully grasped how to verbalize such an experience yet.

The truth is that with every person who asks me about my trip, I want to respond, “Come with me next time and see for yourself. See how amazing it is to be in the center of His will, fulfilling His call to take the Gospel to all nations. Come experience this with me.” But I know that offer would be met with a series of varied reasons why each person couldn’t or shouldn’t do that. Work commitments, family, bills, LIFE all get it the way. I get that. But if you’re reading this and find yourself wanting something more than a Sunday morning routine of sitting in a pew, then I’ll extend this offer to you. Don’t just let me tell you about South Africa, or Malawi, or Appalachia, or Panama City, or Louisville, or any other mission field. Come with me and see it, feel it, DO IT yourself. Experience what it’s like to take time out of your life to devote yourself fully and wholeheartedly to the expansion of His kingdom. I promise you will not regret it, and you will be changed in ways you could never imagine.

A famous atheist (forgive me, I cannot for the life of me remember his name at the moment) once said that he loves when Christians share their faith. He pointed out that if you believe in something so fully and claim that it has SAVED YOUR LIFE, the most evil thing you could possibly do is sit back and not tell anyone about it. I completely agree. Love has a name and a face, y’all. Let’s take Him to the nations and love like He does.

~ Melanie Brison
South Africa Team Member

South Africa Team: My Little Children

tyler“My little children” is an endearing phrase found on several occasions in scripture. 1 John 3:18 and Galatians 4:19 serve as two examples. To this very day, my heart takes comfort in the children’s song, ‘Jesus Loves Me’.  How wonderful are the words, ”Little ones to Him belong, They are weak but He is strong.” 

Our NHIM South Africa Team provided me with a picture that I will take into eternity. Tyler, a powerful young man on our team, was carrying a small girl on his shoulder. She was one of the little ones from Kya Sands (a squatter’s camp), where we were working.  He was so big and strong, and she was so small and weak. It was obvious, she felt safe and secure in his arms.

I am so glad the heavenly Father considers us His ‘little children’. I have experienced His strength and care across my lifetime. From my earliest memories even until now in my old age, I have felt secure in His strong arms. The words of Isaiah 46:4 are especially dear to me as the infirmities of old age beset me: “And even to your old age I am He, and even to hoary hairs will I carry you: I have made, and I will bear: even I will carry, and deliver you.” 

My friends, I pray that you are this very moment, like the little girl in the picture, safe in His sheltering arms. Just for a minute, let the burdens and concerns of the day fade away. Take comfort in the words of the beautiful gospel song, “Sheltered In The Arms Of God”: 

I feel the touch of hands so kind and tender.
They’re leading me in the paths that I must trod.
I’ll have no fear for Jesus walks beside me,
For I’m sheltered in the arms of God.

So let the storm clouds rage high,
The dark clouds rise, 
They don’t bother me;
For I’m sheltered safe within the arms of God.
He walks with me, and naught of earth shall harm me,
For I’m sheltered in the arms of God.

Soon I shall hear the call from heaven’s portal,
“Come home my child,
It’s the last mile you must trod.”
I’ll fall asleep and wake in God’s sweet heaven
Sheltered safe within the arms of God.

So let the storm clouds rage high,
The dark clouds rise, 
They don’t bother me;
For I’m sheltered safe within the arms of God.
He walks with me, and naught of earth shall harm me,
For I’m sheltered in the arms of God.

~ Brother Roy

South Africa Team: Ryan’s Heart

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Ryan helps a little girl into new shoes

At the end of May, my wife Sue and I had the privilege of taking a group of Asbury University students to South Africa on a mission trip. (The team is back home in the states now, but Sue and I are staying on for a couple of weeks with our daughter, Lori, who lives in Johannesburg.)  Lori developed a remarkable agenda for us to follow. The schedule provided the team the maximum opportunity to engage the culture, the people, and the challenges of ministry in that context.

Lori is part of a group of women from her church that works in Kya Sands squatter’s camp. This sprawling slum defies description.  The poverty and human deprivation is overwhelming. The women offer compassionate ministry to preschool children and some slightly older children who do not go to school. A new part of the ministry is education for the mothers of the children. The NHIM team was in South Africa at the beginning of their winter season to observe this vital ministry and help as they could. The temperature often drops into the upper 30’s and low 40’s at night. The tiny shacks where the children live offer little, if any, protection against the numbing cold.

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Excited children in the Kya Sands camp receive their new clothes

One of the projects the NHIM team assisted with was securing warm clothing for the children. The items were to accompany previously purchased warm blankets. Each child was to receive a long-sleeve shirt, long pants, a sock cap, and a pair of shoes. It was quite an experience for the team to shop in unfamiliar places, compare prices, and try to purchase the ‘best’ on a limited budget (approximately $15 to $18 per child).  As the team set about this difficult task, the sobering reality of systemic poverty and limited resources stirred them. Each team member was given the names and sizes of several children. The information seemed to personalize the task for our team.

Each team member took the responsibility seriously. For them it was a labor of love. Time and space will not permit me to share the experiences of each team member. I have selected one of the young men as representative of all of the team.  Ryan was particularly meticulous. He seemed to examine each stitch. He was very careful to ensure the colors and patterns matched. He took a long time in completing his ‘personal labor of love’. As my daughter and I tried to move the process along, something like “let’s get going” was spoken. Ryan simply and resolutely said, “I don’t want to give a child anything I wouldn’t want to wear myself.”

I was deeply moved. He got ‘it’! Across the years, I had prepared for so many mission trips when well-meaning people brought me things to take to needy people on the ‘field’. Too often these things were worn out or broken. Threadbare and frayed clothing seemed to be the order of the day. Things they would not dress their own children in and that should have been thrown away were somehow deemed good enough for ‘those poor children’.

O, Lord give us Ryan’s heart. Help us to see that “what we have done to the least of the Lord’s children we have done unto Him”  (Matthew 25:40).

~ Brother Roy