Continue reading »]]> I sat yesterday watching fourteen young faces looking up at me and their Bible teacher, Zodwa Hadebe, listening, giggling and willingly choosing to spend an hour of their afternoon in a Bible class. They leaned up against the back of a big, peach colored house, sitting on woven straw mats in whatever clothes they threw on after their school uniforms came off. Two brought Bibles, a few more brought notebooks, but most just brought themselves.

There’s something amazing to me about ACM. There isn’t months of curriculum planning and craft preparations. There are no Bible teaching seminars or detailed outlines of lessons. I think since the three of us interns come from the church we do, all of it seemed a bit, well, simple. Can’t we get some crafts? Can’t we play more games? Is there really no snack? Shouldn’t there be specific scripts and outlines, lessons and details? There is no opposition to those things, just a shortage of resources or manpower. There is no need to bring specific outlines, because these teachers can easily teach the Bible in front of a crowd. Crafts are hard because when you do the math, we’d need enough to do over 1,500 crafts a week. So they sing, they listen, they answer questions and they look up verses if they have a Bible they can bring. The classes are growing because the vision is never lost. With a small mostly part time staff they maintain one simple goal which Mama Mafu summarized to me once as “hope.” All we can do is bring them hope while they are still young by teaching them the Bible and introducing them to Jesus.

Once when Colleen was driving out to a class with Mama Mafu, they passed an area where a large group of kids were playing. Mama Mafu exclaimed she wished she had a teacher to drop off there. Colleen got confused and asked if it was normally a location for a class, but Mama Mafu explained that this how ACM started. They had a group of kids after school with nothing to do and no one to watch them, so someone picked up a Bible and started teaching. It’s that simple. I think at times, especially as Americans, the three of us tend to get caught up in the complicated things – in the production, and in the planning… when maybe, it’s as simple as dropping off a “teacher” (loosely defined as a Christian who loves Jesus and is willing to share that with others) in a field full of kids to tell them about Jesus, and a class is born.

So my mind was racing yesterday as I sat with a class of mostly young boys ages 13 or 14, giggling, listening (and yes, at times, farting). My main thought was about back in the United States, where youth ministry forums are meeting and books are being written and rallies, meetings, and retreats are formed to reach this slippery age of Christians. Meanwhile, here, in Esikhawini, a small local ministry is simply dropping off Christians with a Bible, doing all they can with what they have. All I could think was, why didn’t I ever stop to tell a random group of kids about Jesus? Was it fear? Was it the risk of outraged parents or kids who didn’t want to listen? Was it because it was too strange an idea, to tell kids about Jesus detached from an organization or church? Sure, I could invite them to a youth group, ask them to church or talk with their parents. But what if I had just sat down with a group of bored kids after school and shared with them the message of Jesus? It just seems too simple. It was too easy to just live out my life as I chose to, sharing Jesus safely within the confines of organized religion or planned schedules, instead of being strange enough to just teach Jesus first and worry about the consequences later. Isn’t this how the apostles began? Would this work today in the States? I honestly don’t know. I might not have liked it as a thirteen year old Christian. But, for whatever reason, it’s working here. And the vision behind it and the result after is the same for Christians everywhere – Let’s introduce kids to Jesus, then let him do the rest.

“Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.

See, I am doing a new thing!

Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?”

Isaiah 43:18-19

Continue reading »]]> Only sixteen days into the New Year and the only word that comes to mind to describe it so far is JOY. This joy comes from realizing the new wonderful family I have gained. Helen, Kelly and myself have been welcomed and adopted by every member of the Mafu’s family. We have gained an awesome brother Ndumiso, parents (I wish I had a picture of people’s faces in town when Mama Mafu tells people we are her children), aunts, uncles and a ton of cousins! This has been so fun for me, I grew up with only four first cousins who I only got to see a few times a year. I see at least one of our new cousin’s almost everyday! There have been multiple family gatherings this year, New Years, Khwezi’s going away party, and Malusi’s 21st birthday beach outing. The days we spend with our new cousins have been some of the most fun I have had here yet!

Last week Thembeka, Thandeka and Zama, three of our girl cousins spent the night. The next day Mama Mafu found Helen, Kelly and myself sitting alone and she asked why we weren’t with the girls. We were dealing with the irrational 13-year-old feeling of “do they like us? We don’t want to force them to hang out with us”. Luckily Mama Mafu suggested that we all go to the beach for Malusi’s birthday. The moment Baba Mafu came home and handed over the keys to the Jeep and told us we could go (all by our selves) the six of us screamed out of excitement and ran to get our beach gear. We had a wonderful day laughing, swimming, and celebrating Malusi’s birthday!

Sometimes I miss my family; sometimes the language and cultural barriers are frustrating. Thankfully God has a way to distract us from this. He gave us an amazing and loving new family to be apart of while we are here and he turns the language and cultural barriers into hilarious moment that will be some of our best memories from this year. For example trying to explain that yes, putting ice cream into our glass of coke is not crazy and actually delicious.

In Luke Peter says to Jesus “See, we have left our homes and followed you.” I find so much comfort in Jesus’ response. “ Truly, I say to you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, who will not receive many times more in this time, and in the age to come eternal life.” Luke 18:28-29

Zama, Thembeka and Malusi dancing at New Years

Continue reading »]]> After two days of much needed rest, I sit here contemplating the massive tasks that face us in the next couple of weeks. ACM classes start up in such a short time and it seems like there is no way we could possibly be ready. I think that’s one big cultural difference that we’re beginning to get used to. Ndumi is always telling us – “South Africa just has a way of pulling things off at the last minute.” Many American’s cringe at the thought of last minute scrambles for success, but maybe Tim Tebow’s infamous fourth quarter comebacks will soften up others to enjoy the process of pulling things together in the nick of time. I think we’re learning that not everything can be controlled, and sometimes the task is just bigger than the hours we have in the day. It’s easy for me to look ahead and trust that it will be pulled off, simply by looking back at what I’ve learned in the past three months.

A few weeks ago, we had our sunday school sleepover from friday to sunday, before waking up monday morning and realizing the leadership workshop was the next day. I was incredibly stressed out, poring through scripture and trying to find something to teach these teens. As I wrestled with feelings of inadequacy, I realized that all I could teach these kids is what God was teaching me in that moment. So I went through scripture and highlighted three different leaders – Moses, Jeremiah and Peter – and their reaction to being called by God. Moses argues with God in Exodus 4, asking him to send someone else, Jeremiah exclaims in Jeremiah 1 that he is too young, and Peter, before even being called, tells Jesus in Luke 5 that he is too sinful to be in the presence of Jesus.

The lesson went alright for the kids, but I definitely think it helped me realize God never calls people based on their own merit, or because of anything they’ve done to earn his call. God calls people in their weakness. He calls people because He has something to say through them, and He only asks them to be willing – not to be eloquent, or old enough or holy enough. I think this sums up the lessons we are learning daily – that God is teaching us, using us in the best possible way, and it isn’t dependent on any of our own talents. I wasn’t ready for that leadership workshop – but the Lord was, and he  used it in his own way.

He seems to be constantly asking us to trust him as events come together. It seems everyday our task list grows longer, but as he taught me with workshops, programs and events, He’s in control of the timing. He has plans for these ACM classes which are coming up, and they will be ready because of Him, not because of our efforts. As I seem to be learning daily, “Time and space are our own limitations, we musn’t impose them on God.” (God’s Smuggler).

Continue reading »]]> On the Wednesday before Christmas, we got out of bed in the early hours of the morning to finish last minute preparations for a funeral. A member of the church was 43 years old when she passed a week earlier, succumbing mentally and then physically to the HIV virus which effects so many lives here in South Africa. We had stayed up for hours the night before decorating the church and preparing the program, while many people from the community spent the evening in her homestead singing and sharing stories until three in the morning. The week between her passing and her funeral saw us holding prayer meetings in her home every night, piling up to fifteen people in the back of the old pickup truck to drive the flooded dirt roads out to her home, across the street from our second church building in Gubethuka. The Wednesday morning was incredibly hot and the church was already packed, the ceiling fans and open windows doing little to stifle the oppressive heat. People trickled in during the entire four hour service, and we gave up our seats about halfway through along with all the other girls our age from the church, in order to sit in the back room and listen from there. The singing was loud, boisterous and emotional, many family members shared and many others got up to sing. The whole thing finished with a single file dance out of the church to loud music with a quick beat. We walked the length to where her grave had been dug and spent the time trying to stand under shaded trees or under our friend’s umbrellas to find some relief from the sun. The Mama’s in the church had been cooking all day and we helped with the other girls our age to pass out dishes to everyone there, and then proceed to wash them all in buckets on the ground. The day had more joy than sorrow, with most people attending countless funerals like this during the year, young and old alike.

Isaiah and Mercy, as the pastoring couple of the church, bore the majority of the load for preparing and planning the funeral process. The entire church contributes the food, a meeting held after a normal sunday service to volunteer for what each person would buy, with the Mama’s arriving at the house as early as 5 am in order to have the food ready by the time the funeral was over. The men in the church dig the grave, and the people from the community sit under trees, singing impromptu hymns.

It’s hard to explain at times the things we are learning or the specific tasks we are doing. Sometimes our role as interns is simply to be present and other times its more clear what our tasks are. I don’t know how to share what it felt like to be a part of a Zulu funeral, or to sit in the back room of a church and listen to the music filling the air. We are learning, changing and adapting to be a part of this community, serving alongside these people and discovering what it really means to be the united body of Christ.

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Earlier this month I was asked to sit in on an Impilo meeting where they discussed upcoming events.

The first was a service project that took place on December 15th at the Esikhawini mall serving free hot dogs and drinks to the taxi drivers and public. Within a couple of hours we served around 300 people and collected contact information for 200 people. The purpose of this service project was to show God’s love and on every cup of juice we wrote the word Love and 1 John 4:19 which says “We love because he first loved us”.

grilling hotdogs at the Esikhawini mall

Standing in the rain and wrapping hotdogs in foil for hours with the Impilo team and volunteers was such a blast especially knowing that through these small actions we were displaying God’s love to all we encountered that afternoon. I was amazed by God’s way of making things happen in his own way after what seemed like a series of unfortunate events that happened the morning of the event. It was a wonderful reminder that he has a plan for everything and everything will work out in his way, which is usually grand!

Collecting contact information

The hard working Impilo team!

Two days after the event at the mall we accompanied Ndumi and some of the Impilo team to a Christmas party put on by Izulu Orphan Project, an organization run by a family friend of the Mafu’s who serve about 3,000 Orphans and widows in the area of Empangeni. Impilo was asked to supply entertainment for one out of the three days for about 1,000 orphans.

Melusi hosting the talent competition

We planned a mini “American idol” letting some kids come up and sing from a few songs we thought they would know and we would give them scores- all positive and ridiculous numbers like 5 million points! We started the program with a performance by Ndumi’s cousin Thobeka, who has a beautiful singing voice. Malusi, Ndumi’s cousin and Impilo team member was our MC for the day doing a wonderful job pumping up the crowd and getting kids involved. One of the songs we had for the kids to choose from was a Justin Bieber song, and three different girls choose to sing and dance to it. The kids seemed to have a great time coming up and showing off their talents. The energy was so high and fun and everyone seemed to enjoy the entertainment. Mathabi, Impilo team member and good friend of the Mafu’s and now ours wrapped up the program. She shared briefly her own story of becoming an orphan and offered some encouraging words, closing in prayer.

It was such great day being able to serve in His name with a great group of friends with all many different talents and passions who all love God.

Mathabi getting all the kids involved

Continue reading »]]> November has come and gone and we find the party month of December upon us. It’s summer and everything is shutting down as school lets out and workers take their vacations. Music starts bumping incredibly loud everyday instead of just the weekends. November saw many changes in our family party, our daily lives and in ourselves, as we learn about this new world we’re living in. The biggest event was on November 19th, when Katie Gurzi, our beloved Zulu teacher, mentor, missionary and friend boarded a plane to return to her family. We stood in the airport, hugged and cried, wondering how it was in two short months someone could come to be so rooted in our hearts and lives. We miss her presence everyday, but we know the Lord is guiding her life as he is ours.

We started typing classes, teaching the six full time staff members of ACM how to type and use a computer. It’s amazing how much joy can fill my heart when I watched Mama Mafu spell out the world f-a-l-l, then throw her hands in the air and scream with joy because it didn’t turn out looking like ffaaaaaaaaallaa (she has a tendency to hold the ‘a’ down). They are learning so fast, it’s fun to watch them sit and concentrate, laughing and joking. We’re really building relationships with them and others and have even started mentoring some young girls in the church. So far it’s more just spending time with them and trying to get them to talk to us and open up. It’s hard, just being these three weird Americans who always show up places and ask them a million questions, but God is faithful and we are praying He will use us in their lives to pull them closer to Him. They are impressive girls from various backgrounds and home lives, but all faithful in showing up in church on Sunday and all slowly finding their way into our hearts.

Our prayer meetings on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday have taken quite a turn this month, with at least one house visit each week. We’ve prayed in the home’s of the sick, and held one prayer meeting in the hospital ward. We held two meetings in homes in which two different people had accepted Christ as their savior, as a result of Baba Mafu going door to door to visit the neighborhood (which he did on foot, on a scorching hot day, due to 3 of our cars being in the shop after break-downs). Most of these evenings start with anywhere from 8 to 12 people climbing in the back of the old white truck with three more riding up front. It’s always a good way to get to know people, sitting all close together like that. What follows is a drive down hopeless dirt roads, some incredibly flooded, through fields or woods or whatever it takes to get us to a home, sometimes 5 minutes away, sometimes 45. We always leave at 6:00pm, which has resulted in beautiful drives while the sun sets, followed by incredible star gazing on the way home if you chanced a seat near the window. The meetings themselves consist of singing, prayer and testimonies as we crowd into people’s living rooms, overflowing onto the floor and out the door.

We feel like little sponges, some days feeling so empty as our old thoughts and views are squeezed out of us and other days absorbing so much new information as to overflow and simply find ourselves unable to take in anymore. It feels like a curtain has fallen away before our eyes and we are beginning to see the world as it really is instead of just hearing about it or reading about it in the news. We visit a hospital and see suffering patients, only to come home and hear stories about the nurses who don’t feed or care for their patients without any repercussions. There’s even stories of nurses making a profit by selling alcohol and dealing drugs to patients during the night shifts. We learn things, hear things, and see things that are opening our eyes to the hopelessness of the world. A world where a mother tells her daughters that there is no excuse to be hungry if you can go and sleep with a man for money. A world where funds desperately needed for communities is pocketed by government officials. A world where children drop out of school because they don’t think they’ll find a job anyways. A world where desperately needed AIDS medications are stolen to be made into cheap street drugs, creating a devastating cycle of evil. A world where a disease is wiping out a generation, and demoralizing the one that follows.

But there are also beautiful, dazzling, and good things to see in this world. After all, it’s a world with a Katie Gurzi, an 81 year old missionary who’s given her heart and life to these people. She’s a woman who taught us the power of prayer, and modeled so clearly for us what a lifetime of trust looks like. It’s a world where we see young girls rising above the pressure to get pregnant, and others receiving forgiveness from confused parents when they do have a child they can’t support. A world where a woman will raise children not her own, and where families live interdependently. A world where eight children sit in the room behind me, taking a class in order to be baptized next week to declare their faith publicly. A world where God has provided for us in amazing ways after three of our of four cars broke down. This is a world where God still reigns, hope is not lost, and we are seeing him at work everyday.

In being here, the curtain has fallen from our eyes to reveal evil as well as good in this world. We are also seeing ourselves more clearly than ever before. We see our helplessness, our failures, our ignorance and our pride with painful clarity. We cling to God’s promise in 2 Corinthians 12:9 when the Lord said, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” And we have plenty of weakness. We are coming to see that whatever good comes is from His power, since we are only too aware of how little we have.

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Last Saturday was the final ACM rally for the youth (ranging from 13 to 26 years old) that attend class during the year. The rally was put on by the young adults who teach the classes, it was wonderful to see the young leaders that ACM has. Helen, Kelly and I were put in charge of coming up with games for the youth to play in the morning. We broke up into groups and taught them how to play signs: while sitting in a circle everyone is “passing” an imaginary ball to each other by doing symbols they made up. There is one person standing in the middle trying to catch the person currently with the ball who then replaces the person standing. It took a while to explain but eventually they all seemed to get it and to be having fun playing it. After we played musical chairs, which we were told they knew how to play and loved it. It was so much fun watching them fight for the chairs, a few times Kelly and I had to be referees!

Colleen in the middle of Signs

playing musical chairs

Ndumi was the speaker for the day. He gave a short lesson on standing up to the worlds influences and pressures that as young people they would surely be faced with. We are starting to learn what some of these pressures the youth receive here and they are no different then those I was and my peers face in the States. Ndumi read from Genesis 39 the story of Joseph and Potiphar’s wife, where Joseph refuses his masters wife in verse 9 “ …How then can I do this great wickedness and sin against God?” This message is important to help the youth understand and rise above the pressures of this world.

The remainder of the rally was similar to the three before it, quizzing of what was learned during the ACM classes and receiving prizes and gifts. They were served a hearty lunch and the infamous “Krazy Cake” that Helen, Kelly and I will master eventually (still not as good as when the Mama’s make it). The performing of the traditional Zulu dance, which always captivates me and the thanking of the teachers by Baba Mafu, ended the program.

cutting the "krazy cake"

While at the rally I realized something, that half way around the world from where I grew up there are young people who remind me so much of my friends. We might have a different culture and language but still face so many of the same pressures and influences that the world puts on us. Helen, Kelly and I discussed how excited we are to get to know these youth better and become their friends. We weren’t entirely sure how to go about doing that, because we didn’t know if we would see any of them on a regular basis. Well, the next morning at church I was so excited to see a couple of the girls who were in my group for the games. They were both excited to come talk with me but I soon realized that although they speak English it is still hard to converse and I found myself with nothing to talk about. It will be harder than I anticipated to reach out and build relationships with people here but I am determined to do so.

We are relying on God to show us how to connect with people and build relationships. Our prayer is to be patient and not become discouraged by language and cultural barriers and to be shown a way to really connect with the youth and form lasting friendships.

around 50 teens came to the rally

answering a quiz question wins you a prize

Continue reading »]]> The ACM team is comprised of 20 or so Zulu’s of all ages, six who are full time. The six full time staff are those we see the most, around the house, the church and wherever we seem to find ourselves. They include Sabelo, Vusi, Manzini, MamaNkomo, MamaHadebe and MamaMafu. Sabelo and Vusi are brothers who live in a house on the church grounds. Sabelo is also full time in school and will graduate next December. He is on Ndumiso Mafu’s Impilo team (www.impilomedia.org) and is very involved in the Church. Vusi did not speak one word to us for the first four weeks, but one day the ice was broken and we have discovered that not only does he speak English very well, but he also loves to make fun of us (especially Kelly). Vusi and Manzini take care of the church grounds and the house. Manzini is constantly teaching us ridiculous Zulu expressions as well as telling us stories of his infamous uGogo (grandma) which we’re pretty sure are all made up. Every time we drive anywhere he will shout “AFRICAN ELEPHANT!” while pointing at cows. His favorite english expression is “Take a seat! Have a rest!” and expects us to sit down no matter where we are (for example, Kelly sat down in her skirt in the middle of the dirt road with people walking by). The three Mama’s have all practically adopted us and we love seeing them around everyday. MamaNkomo is Mercy’s younger sister, the best cook in the area and is loves to wear South African Springbok (rugby) and Bafana (soccer) jerseys. She is so joyful and is always trying to help us learn Zulu. MamaMafu is married to Isaiah Mafu’s brother and is exceeding kind and yet is always laughing at us, no matter what we’re doing. MamaHedebe is the quietest, but speaks English beautifully when she will uses it (rarely). Mercy informed us that she has raised around 17 children other than her own. She is so devoted and loving. We have had the joy of slowly getting to know all these people.

Vusi, Colleen, Sabelo, Kelly, Helen and Ndumi outside the Taxi for St. Lucia

Last Tuesday, Gail, an ACM board member who visits for the month of the rallies each year, took all the ACM Bible teachers as well as the three of us on a Hippo Tour. We took a boat tour to view all the Hippos and crocodiles in St. Lucia. Afterwards we went to a crocodile reserve where Isaiah’s brother works and had lunch in their museum cafe. We played games with the 20 staff members and spent the day thanking them for their hard work in teaching after school Bible classes for the past year. In the two hour drive to St. Lucia and in the boat ride and game time we realized what this ACM ministry meant to these teachers. ACM not only offers part time employment to their teachers, but training, fellowship and community. It was the first time that Kelly, Colleen and I spent that much time with everyone as a group. I feel that the three of us got to know them so much better that day and we are really beginning to feel like part of this ACM team, which sometimes operates more like a family.

Mercy Mafu and Gail Bryan

Most of these Bible teachers will return in January when classes start back up to spend another year in bringing the Bible to the children in this area. At first I didn’t realize what an influence these classes had. The more time I spend here the more I realize how much these classes are appreciated. The number one desire of these classes is to show children that Jesus loves them. The teachers are filled with loves for these kids, even on the most exasperating days. These classes not only keep the children off the streets and out of trouble, but they provide these children with knowledge of the Bible. The importance of this I cannot convey in my own words, so I will tell you through the Word of God.

“How can a young man keep his way pure?
By guarding it according to your Word.
With my whole heart I seek you;
let me not wander from your commandments!
I have stored up your Word in my heart,
that I might not sin against you.”
Psalm 119:9-11.

The classes will start back up when the schools do in January. Spending a day with the teachers who devoted the past year to teaching the Word to these children was a special celebration, that made us feel like January was ages away. Pray for these teachers, that they may be strengthened for next year. Pray for our students, that God is already preparing their hearts and keeping them faithful until they return to class.

One of the Bible Classes

Some of the students equipped with their Bibles and prizes

Continue reading »]]> The Mafu’s are beginning a very large garden at Gubethuka – Grace Evangelical Church II.  Over 17 members of the church tend to the garden daily with pride and praise to our gracious LORD.  A man from the University of Zululand tested the soil so the crops will be hearty and fruitful.  Again – an answer to our prayers.   A local grocery store chain has expressed an interest in purchasing the entire crop – and more if we can farm additional land in the area.   They have been diligently working to prepare the soil – all of this done without farming equipment and running water.  Yet nothing seems to be slowing them down. The water that they do get for the garden is on site, but that water is turned off quite frequently.  The Mafu’s have hired a caretaker to maintain and watch over the garden.  Mercy beams with delight – this has been one of her lifetime dreams.  Our Word says that wherever two or more are gathered … I trust that at this moment you and I together will pray for these urgent requests.

We are in desperate need of the following:

1. The purchase of a large tank to hold the water for the garden and the church
2. The purchase of a generator to pump the water into the holding tank
3. God’s fruitfulness as the garden grows, the rain falls, and the crop produces luscious produce

If you are interested in becoming partners with the Garden Project, click here to give your support to the ministry!

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The effective prayer of a righteous man can accomplish much. Elijah was a man with a nature like ours, and he prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the earth for three years and six months. Then he prayed again, and the sky poured rain and the earth produced its fruit. James 5:16-18 (NASB)

If you have had the opportunity to serve with the Mafus in South Africa, you know that transportation is important to the ministry. Whether it’s a Combi van or the truck, there is always a place for Mercy and Isaiah to go and serve. Last year, Mercy was involved in a roll-over accident and miraculously walked away from it unharmed. The ministry was struck with not one, but two accidents during that mission trip and it was evident to us all that they were protected and kept safe from harm. However, we are aware that the enemy is on the move to “steal, kill, and destroy” and continues to find ways to attempt to discourage and thwart the ministry of ACM. He will not win!

A few days ago, the Mafu’s took the Toyota to the rally in Ingwavuma and on the way home it broke down and had to be towed. This is the Mafu’s only reliable mode of transportation at the moment. When they took the truck in to be fixed, it was reported that there is a problem with the radiator that had been replaced after the accident and it will cost $12,000 to fix.

There is no denying that we live in an imperfect world and although as Christians we claim victory over the enemy, we continue wage a battle with the prince of this world constantly working against the cause of Christ. This is where we need your help to be in the Word and pray for ACM right now. We have weapons to use and remind the enemy where His place is – let’s use them!

We are calling on you to please pray…

• for those that are working on the truck
• for funding to come in to pay for the repairs
• against discouragement for the Mafus and the others staying with them
• that the Lord will provide for their needs

The salvation of the righteous comes from the LORD;
he is their stronghold in time of trouble.
The LORD helps them and delivers them;
he delivers them from the wicked and saves them,
because they take refuge in him.

Psalm 37: 39-40 (NIV)