His Call, My All by Keyter Hennie;Rodriguez Janet;

Author:Keyter, Hennie;Rodriguez, Janet;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jonathan Ball Publishers
Published: 2014-01-09T00:00:00+00:00

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When I first arrived in that new place my mind was racing. Where should I start? I knew no one there. The closest friend I had lived about 40 kilometres away in Pietermaritzburg. Building a church in Richmond was going to have to be built on meeting new people.

This was farming country. The air was filled with the smells of farms and orange blossom. Richmond was peaceful and gorgeous, like heaven, I imagined. A friend of ours told us that God took all of his favourite things and put them in Richmond. I went to see about renting a place suitable for a meeting hall and finally decided on a visible one for all of the neighbours: the Agricultural Hall.

Being in one of the only public buildings in Richmond gave us the advantage of visibility. Word spread quickly that there was a new church that was meeting there. People began to come along on Sunday mornings and we made friends with the local community, most of whom were hardworking farmers. It was a good time in those early days, knowing that God had sent us to these people. They were hospitable and welcoming and receptive to the Gospel.

The local newspaper printed an article about us – a very favourable story about what God was doing in Richmond. Things were beginning to look up. Rita and I were starting a church together and it was very rewarding to be shoulder to shoulder in the work that God gave us to do. Even Anton and Mari got to be right there with us. We loved working together as a family.

There were the challenges, though. Because our meet-

ing place was a public hall, we had no chance of operating there permanently. We rented the place for our Sunday meetings, but on all other days it was used for the auctioning of farm animals, and outside the hall the area was filled with hay and dung.

Also, on weekends the hall itself could be rented for weddings, parties and dances. Many times we walked into the hall on Sunday mornings and the place was a complete mess from the night before. The only thing that reeked more than the alcohol left over from the night before was the cow dung outside the windows.

One weekend we arrived to find that a whole lot of chairs had been removed from the building before our meeting. We had no time to find extra chairs. I’m sorry to say that on that morning I was afraid that we would make the papers again, but not for the right reasons: ladies looked as if they were about to box each other for a seat!

I went to God and asked Him, ‘Is there no better venue?’

The Lord directed me to the school hall. I went there to see if I could talk with someone about a place to meet on Sundays.

When I asked the school administrator she ushered me into the principal’s office. He was the man to see, she told me.

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