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    Executive Director, Pastor Joel Saint's Diary

    Our Executive Director, Pastor Joel Saint's diary on his trip to South Africa

    Newest posts are at the top. Scroll down for previous posts.

    South Africa and Zimbabwe wrap-up post, 2 December, 2017, Bowmansville, PA

     I’ve been asked about the most important lessons I learned on this trip. Here, we’ll discuss three:

    1) The idea that we should ignore the culture is downright foolish. When you see a culture that tolerates (and even embraces, at times) ancestor worship, laziness, drunkenness, theft, and yes, wife-beating, well then, you might get the picture. Of course, it’s nice to say, in nice, relatively safe North America, that we don’t care about the culture. You can say that you don’t care about the culture because you are living off of the effects of a Godly culture. All that really means is that you don’t care about the culture as long as you are comfortable.
    But, over time, there is no such thing as a comfortable Godless culture. It will end up in misery, suffering, and death.

    2) This is almost like #1: We are not called to accommodate Godless culture. Instead, we are called to transform it. I know that it is popular nowadays to pretend that Jesus Christ can be integrated with so-called native cultures, but that’s impossible. It didn’t work in Canaan, and it won’t work now. Again, when you see Godless culture in action, it becomes mighty clear that Paul knew what he was talking about when he asked “…[W]hat fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness? And what communion has light with darkness? [2Co 6:14 NKJV]

    3) A great teaching moment occurred when a local village official approached Charl about western support (read $$). This man certainly appeared to be well-meaning. In any case, I had an opportunity to see real mission work up close and personal. This dear, elderly man wanted to know if Charl could help his village with money and training. Now, this is a wonderful gospel moment, right? Just put out an appeal to western churches for US dollars and short-term missionaries and that should fix everything, right?

    But Charl wasn’t having it: He laid out his reasons for not sending money. As I recall, they were: 1) The problem you have in your village is not a lack of money, it is a lack of motivation to work; 2) That being the case, why should people who have worked hard for their money give it to people who don’t have a history of hard work? 3) Your people have, in your village at present, opportunities to generate income. For example, they can raise chickens and/or rabbits and sell them, especially since a new coal mine is opening in their area. Why not work with what you have now, instead of waiting on western capital to solve everything? Why indeed. My friends, this was real missionary work in action: Telling someone what they needed to hear as opposed to telling them what they wanted to hear.

    And that, I’m afraid, doesn’t happen all that often.






    Last South Africa and Zimbabwe trip post: Tuesday, 11/8/2017, around 3:00 AM (or so I reckon), somewhere above what looks like Nova Scotia
    At least it appears to be Nova Scotia; there is this screen about six rows in front of me that displays a graphic that shows the progress of the flight. Maybe we’re above Greenland or something, I don’t know; I actually don’t recognize the landmasses.
    What was nice about this flight (from Dubai to JFK was that I have three seats all to myself. So, I was able to get some good sleep by lying down (trust me, that is a
    serious luxury on a trans-ocean flight) across the three seats.
    I am super grateful for the wonderful mercies of God: Hardly any jetlag, no sickness, wonderful weather, opportunities to speak, getting to know other believers, good food, and tremendous Christian fellowship; well, it could not have gone any better!
    While it’s not quite over yet (Audrey will be picking me up at JFK), I absolutely have no complaints. Of course, my hosts, Charl and his family, along with Cozmore, have been a big part of that. Most surprising: I’ve been in Africa for ten days and only received one mosquito bite that I know of. How about that!
    It’s a little weird travelling on a plane for a long distance: You just sit, which would seem to make it easy to read, but I struggle with that. For some reason, it’s not so easy for me to concentrate while reading a theology book while flying. The steward just came by with a glass of pineapple juice: Excellent, hits the spot.
    OK, that was weird: The “EXIT” sign just lit up. Now why would the exit sign light up at 35,000 feet above sea level? Anyway, things seem just as smooth as ever, so no worries, apparently.
    I want to tell you a little more about Cozmore. He is Charl’s right-hand man on the ground in Zim. While Charl basically raised the funds for the recently concluded weekend retreat at Hwange Game Preserve, it was Cozmore who put the details together. It was work: He had to travel hundreds of kilometers, deal with
    incompetent bureaucrats, handle funds, and sort of regulate who was to come to this weekend retreat, all the while attending to his young wife (he was married this past April) who is pregnant with their first child, due this January.
    It is a bad thing, but many Africans have very little (if any) sense of time. But Cozmore is a young man who is seriously on his game: He picked us up a the airport right on time, and drove Charl and me around for the entire weekend, seeing to our accommodations etc. And always right on time. In addition, very unusual again, he is starting a business raising chickens, and told us that in a couple of week he will be able to purchase double the amount of his previous flock, which he has already sold. Again, rather unusual in Africa, but wonderful so see. And speaking of Africa, work, etc., on the way back from Hwange, we passed a huge
    soccer stadium. Cozmore told us that it holds 60,000 people! He said that many, if not even most of the fans come to the games and get hopelessly drunk. Now, consider this: The only currency worthy of the name in Zim is US dollars. The people are poor, certainly by our standards. But have you ever noticed that no
    matter how ‘poor’ you think you are, it seems you always have $$ for the things you really want?
    You know, like buying tickets for soccer games and getting drunk. That cost money. Meanwhile, you don’t have the means to care for you family! But you watch, we seem to have the same issue here in the US: Everyone seems to have the means to help them do what they really want to do.
    OK, I’m getting super tired again; I’ll try to get some more sleep now. Approximately 6:30 AM, above Canada I got a chance to get some sleep, and just had a pretty good breakfast of an omelet
    and a croissant. The passenger in front of me is watching “Mary Poppins.” I actually awoke to a somewhat startling situation: A woman was talking, almost shouting, but not quite, saying something “Ba-ba- ba-ba- ba…” and I couldn’t make out the rest of what she was saying. Shortly after that, I heard a baby crying, and
    then I heard the woman crying. A steward showed up, people stood up to look, and I heard talking in a different language. I asked another passenger what was up, and she said that the baby had woken up with a seizure. By this time, the baby was still crying, but things seemed far calmer. I don’t know, but I think that after an experience like that, that hearing a baby cry is actually a good thing.
    Speaking of stewards/stewardesses, I have been observing just how hard that work really is. Pulling heavy food carts around, bending over, organizing the drinks on the food carts, chatting up the passengers, and smiling, always smiling. I could almost do this job except for the ‘always smiling’ part. Anyway, I couldn’t help but think how foolish it is for the state to mandate wages, as if the bureaucrats some know more than the employer and the employee. The benefits to this job are not in the money so much as they are in other aspects like the travel. The actual amount of monetary compensation is only one aspect of the job satisfaction equation. But the state can’t regulate all aspects of employee compensation, so they regulate what they can: Wages. But they can never regulate job satisfaction, job security, or other non-tangible benefits. Actually, I just spoke w/ a very capable steward, and he told me that his favorite part of the job was hearing customer feedback is his
    favorite part of the job, and that yes, they do actually get paid comparatively little, but that there are many other benefits, again, like hearing positive comments from the passengers.
    I see the sun is just appearing over the horizon to my left, so I figure we are headed straight south. My TV screen says we have 56 minutes until we land at JFK. So, I’ve travelled over 20,000 miles in a matter of two weeks. But… When Carey first travelled to India from England, I think the entire trip took more than a year, if I recall correctly. What a difference.
    Can’t wait to get back home and see my wife, grandkids, and kids. In that order. I’ll try to send off this last blog post after we land at JFK, where I should get good WIFI service. To whoever it was that has kept up with reading this blog, thank you! And, your feedback is most welcome, be it by written or oral communication!
    OK, I’m home now, and up at 1:30 AM; slept earlier today, but awake now, guess I’m just getting over the last bit of jetlag.
    Thank you again!


    Victoria Falls Airport, 9:15 AM, Monday, 11/6/2017
    I’m back from two days of ministry at what we have been calling a camp for adults;
    here in the US, we would more likely call it a Retreat. Charl and I will have to board
    our plane to Capetown in about 30 minutes. Tomorrow, then, I’ll fly back to the US.
    Anyway, we got there late Friday afternoon after a trip of about two hours. It should
    have taken less time than it did, but it seems like you are dodging various cows,
    sheep, goats, and even donkeys that occasionally wander out on to the road and gum
    things up.
    But none of those are as bad as the police stops. Thankfully, we were detained only
    once by the police even though there were three ‘official’ stops. Our driver, Cozmore
    (I’ll tell you more about him later) got questioned rather directly about his
    occupants (Charl and me). Cozmore told him that he was transporting missionaries.
    “No you are not,” replies the police officer, “You are transporting tourists.” I guess he
    so figures because Charl and I are white. “No,” replies Cozmore, “In fact, I am also a
    missionary, and we are on our way to do mission work.”
    “Impossible,” returns the officer, “You cannot be a missionary, because you are
    black.” I guess he figures that being black and being a missionary are mutually
    exclusive conditions.
    Now, even though TIA, you really have to be struck by the logic here: Cozmore can’t
    be a missionary because he is black, but Charl and I must be tourists because we are
    white. Cozmore can’t be a missionary because he is black, but Charl and I must be
    tourists because we are white. Anyway, the officer then went on to berate Cozmore
    because he did not have some kind of a proper license plate that authorized him to
    transport tourists.
    Yes, it is the personal business of the country of Zimbabwe to be sure that its
    citizens have a proper license to transport a couple of white guys a couple of
    hundred kilometers.
    O, and one more thing here: While this exchange between Cozmore and the officer
    was going on, I could sense that something wasn’t exactly copacetic, but Charl
    understood more than I did. The situation really did not look good. So Charl says to
    me, “Imprecatory prayer time.” About a minute or two later the officer left us drive
    off without squeezing us for any money, which is what he wanted the whole time.
    Once again, we’ve thrown out God’s Law and have replaced it with man’s law. God’s
    law is in a book, the Bible, and it is written and finished. Man’s law, or laws, on the
    other hand, are an open loose-leaf notebook, and there is no end to the nonsense
    they can come up with.

    I’ve got to go; I will tell you more about Cozmore a little later. I’ll also tell you how
    the weekend camp went with the folks from the village of Gwaai River. It was an
    excellent weekend; more later.



    Thursday, 11/2/17, 10:30 AM, Capetown
    I’ll be headed off to Zimbabwe (or “Zim” as they say around here) with Charl in about 30
    minutes. We’ll fly out of Capetown in about 2 hours.

    Thursday, 11/2/17, 3:30 PM, in flight above SA/Zim
    I got interrupted while I was writing earlier, and am just getting back to it now. It has been a
    pleasant flight so far on Air Kenya.
    OK, so Charl has been telling me that things don’t run in Africa like they do in the states.
    When things go south, their saying is, “Well, TIA (This is Africa). But actually things have
    been running pretty well so far, but today I got a chance to see what he was talking about:
    Out tickets (to Zim) stated clearly that we to board at Gate A-6. Well, we hung out for a bit,
    then headed for Gate A-6. Makes sense, right?
    Well, maybe not. As we waited at Gate A-6, something didn’t seem right. Like, there was
    almost no one waiting there with us at Gate A-6 not right. Finally, with about 40 minutes to
    go, Charl asked the attendant at the gate what was up? He was then informed that our gate
    location had been changed: We were now boarding at Gate B-3.
    We headed that way. Charl was, um, glad he asked. As was I. Would anyone have told us
    what we needed to know in a timely manner? Who knows?
    Next, we get on the plane, which was (and is) fine, but here’s a funny thing: If you’ve ever
    flown on a commercial jet, you know that there is a curtain that hangs between the economy
    seating (where we are, of course) and first class. Well, normally that curtain is hung nicely
    and securely, right?
    Not this time. From my seat, I can see right past the curtain all the way to the front of the
    plane, as the haphazard way this curtain is hung, it almost looks like it is barely hanging on.
    It looks kind of like how the blankets are hung when one of the kids wants to make a fort
    out of his bunk bed.
    Hopefully, the pilots and mechanics who are responsible for this jet plane function in a
    more…let’s see now… focused manner.
    So now, the stewardess just handed to me an “Immigration Declaration” Form. What’s this?
    Looks like I’ve got to fill out this form for the buereaucrats who wish to know my
    downsittings and my uprisings upon my landing in Zim. Flight number, nationality, name of
    my host in Zim, and even how much cash I’m carrying. Downright annoying.
    What are they worried about? I don’t know. Whatever you do, don’t complain. Sit down,
    shut up, and fill out the form.
    Talk later, after I’ve filled out the form…


    Wednesday, 11/1/17, 9:00 AM, Capetown, SA
    Alright, now I have a few minutes, and I can resume my blog work again; sorry for
    the 3 day delay here! But, I have a few minutes; Charl is picking me up in around an
    hour to take me to Frontline Fellowship’s admin office, where I will be speaking to
    the staff for about an hour. Then, tonight, I will speaking and interacting with the
    Soldiers for Christ group. These are young men that Charl (and others) are
    discipling (haha, spell check does not recognize that word “discipling). Again, as I’ve
    heard and certainly believe, it is hard and difficult work.
    So far, by the grace of God, I have experienced very little jetlag, and no stomach
    problems. The food here has been great; we’ll see what happens when I get to
    Zimbabwe in a couple of days.
    OK, this is what I’ve been doing: On Monday, I attended a Reformation Conference
    held in a town called Franschoek here in SA. I heard excellent lectures from Peter
    Hammond and a young man by the name of John Clifford. Peter’s presentations
    recounted the difficulties faced by Luther, as well as the changes brought on by the
    Reformation. John’s presentations chronicled a recent missions trip he took to
    (mostly) southern Africa, and also presented a challenge to consider who God is.
    That seems to be a growing problem here in SA (as well as many other places, no
    I had about an hour to present “The Desperate Need for Reformation Today.” For
    that topic, I focused in on the present-day thread of Pietism. Pietism (as
    distinguished from piety) is an idea, or even doctrine if you will, that promotes the
    idea that you can love God without loving your neighbor. Or, that the only thing that
    matters is my relationship with Jesus, and the idea that I must be concerned about
    my neighbor is optional at best.
    In my presentation, I went to Psalm 15, discussing the entire chapter. Verse 1 asks,
    “Lord, who may abide in your tabernacle? Who may dwell in your holy hill?” The
    rest of the chapter basically answers that question. Any in order to get the point
    across, I referenced verse 4, “In whose eyes a vile person is despised.” I pointed out
    that, most obviously, despising a vile person in your heart is looked on favorably by
    Well, there was Q & A time afterwards, and didn’t some dear sweet elderly South
    African lady, in her thick Afrikaans accent, challenge what I had said? Actually, she
    did not challenge what I said ultimately, because it was the Bible itself with which
    she had a problem. So, didn’t she wind up saying that, as far as despising a vile
    person in one’s heart, that we should consider Jesus and the New Testament, and
    the she disagrees with the Psalmist! After she was finished speaking, I asked her if I
    really just heard that she disagrees with the Psalmist, and she—with no visible
    shame that I could detect—repeated that assertion.

    I felt I should let that comment stand on its own, and basically decided to move on.
    Later, Charl pointed out to me that the folks that attend these conferences are
    actually “the best of the best.” Indeed, there is an incredible amount of work to be
    When I get back, I’ll talk more about what I saw in the squatter camps, but for now,
    I’ll say I had the opportunity to speak in two camps so far. O squatter camp! Thy
    name is poverty, irresponsibility, hopelessness, violence, crime, and, overall
    Godlessness! Again, there is much hard work going on there by Charl and (his team,
    with very little to show for it—for now.
    I spoke briefly through an interpreter, there was singing, then the meeting ended,
    and then the kids (basically teens) were given food. Charl told me that some of the
    kids may have already had decent meals that day, but that there were others who
    may not have eaten for 2 or 3 days.
    I’m running out of time here, and feel like I’ve told you very little. I haven’t spoken
    about meeting and working with Mobuti, a dynamic young man who lives in the
    squatter camp at Stonehill (local name: Klipheuwal); or meeting Rozanne Visagie,
    the daughter of the former president, or chancellor if you will, of SA. Or of
    interacting with Charl’s family, or my host’s family, or even of the massive mountain
    ranges I have enjoyed. Those mountains are truly unlike anything else I have ever
    seen: They rise above the planes like a giant tidal wave, seeming to rise straight up
    into the sky like giant hands, arms, and fingers.
    Talk later!


    Sunday, 10/29/17, 4:45 AM, Capetown
    I guess the jetlag is catching up a little, as I’m pretty much wide-awake. Did I
    mention that I found my reading glasses? Too late, I’ve already bought the new ones,
    as I’ve mentioned.
    Today (yesterday, actually) I spent the day pretty much w/ Charl. We had breakfast
    at a restaurant outside of Capetown; then went back to Charl’s house to see if I could
    get set up electronically (I needed the right adapter to charge this computer) which
    we did get done, thanks to some running around and extra work Charl’s part.
    Later, Charl took me to a part of Capetown called the Waterfront, I believe (I took a
    bunch of photos), and we had a light lunch. It’s like a huge mall at the bottom of the
    cape as it faces the Atlantic Ocean. It’s a beautiful spot, as you look out and see the
    ocean with the commercial boats and smaller boats dotting the deep blue surface of
    the Atlantic. Then, you look to the right and see the towering peaks of Table
    Mountain. I’ll tell you what: This part of Capetown is no third-world dead end: The
    shops and restaurants could compete with any western shopping center I’ve ever
    And you know I’m a serious mall shopper connoisseur guy, right? Or maybe not…
    Than evening, then, we had a cookout at Charl’s pastor’s house. Pastor Mark and his
    wife Cindy put on a great spread. I don’t know, this will probably change, but this SA
    food is really working for me (so far). O yeah, Audrey, I took my probiotic tablet
    today; don’t think I needed it, but I took it anyway.
    You’ve got to tip your hat to Pastor Mark: Just because he knows Charl, he extended
    an invitation to me to preach tomorrow (today actually). Very gracious, and, as you
    folks know, also very gutsy!
    There’s a mosquito that somehow got into my room, and it is singing around my
    ears. I’m hoping it will be attracted to the light of my monitor so I can end its
    miserable little life, but so far, no go. But even if I get bitten, no biggie, as malaria is
    apparently not a problem is SA like it is in Zimbabwe.
    I’m getting the impression that working with the young folks in the squatter camps
    is hard, hard, hard work. Cindy (Pastor Mark’s wife) was telling me today about a
    recent encounter she had with a young girl 13 or 14 years old who has grown up in
    a local camp. Anyway, here’s what Cindy told me: She (Cindy) was trying to teach
    the concept of volume to this young girl, and showed her a picture of a (there’s that
    mosquito again!!) 3-D rectangle. The girl, on a piece of paper, had four choices to
    compare to the 3-D rectangle. Just 4 choices! Couldn’t do it. What with, who knows,
    extreme poverty, alcohol everywhere, very little protection for young girls from
    lecherous men (yes, you read that right), and fathers that they hardly see at all
    except when they come home in a drunken stupor to beat them (yes, you read that

    right also), humanly speaking, they hardly have a chance. Sonia, Charl’s wife, was
    telling me the same thing. She also works with these young girls, and it seems like
    the work is just so slow and hard and hopeless and discouraging.
    But she soldiers on, because “Be ye steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the
    work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labor is not in vain in the Lord.”
    Not in vain in the Lord. No, not in vain. “For the earth will be filled with the
    knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.” It is inevitable. It will happen.
    Christ has saved us; is His arm too short to save them as well?
    OK, I’m starting to hear the birds outside. I need to get up in an hour and a half, so I’ll
    try to get a little more sleep.




    26 October, 2017, New York, 9:30 AM
    At least I think it’s 9:30 AM; I just put my phone on a public charging station, and I
    don’t feel like getting up and walking ten feet to check the time on my phone.
    I left the house about 4:40 this morning, being picked up at home by Dave Stoltzfus,
    who then chauffeured me right up to terminal number 4 at JFK airport. Thanks
    Dave. Otherwise, I would have had to take a bus from Reading to the New York Port
    Authority, then take shuttle bus from there. With all that shuffling going on, there
    would have been plenty more opportunities for my luggage to get messed with (lost,
    abused, etc.).
    So I’m sitting at the airport now; thankfully, I “checked in” online, and avoided the
    on-location check-in line that, I’m convinced, was over one quarter mile long. Yeah.
    Check in on line if you can.
    I keep looking over at the phone charging station; yep, my phone is still there.
    Actually, every other phone there is a much later model than mine, so I think my old
    Iphone 5 is quite safe.
    I think I have everything, but… I just remembered that Charl (my host is SA) sent me
    a letter of invitation that I was supposed to print out, but… I forgot to do that. O well,
    hopefully I won’t need it; it’s in my phone anyway.
    But, speaking of forgetting… Looks like I left my reading glasses at home, and I really
    don’t like being without them. Just get another pair, right? Stop in at one of those
    airport shops and pick out a pair. Should be hard, I can get a pair for less than 3
    bucks at home at the Dollar Store.
    Next stop, Dubai. Thank you for praying. My only request at this point is that your
    prayers would parallel Paul’s request at the end of Ephesians: For boldness.
    I am grateful to and for all of you! I’ll check in again from Dubai.
    27 October, 2017, Dubai, 9:00 AM
    So now I’m in the Dubai International Airport, trying to relax. We ran into serious
    turbulence (for what I’m used to, anyway) coming into Dubai, and it wasn’t long
    before I recognized the old sea-sick feeling I used to get when whenever I went deep
    sea fishing. My stomach would get upset, I’d get the sweats, and seriously envy the
    passengers around me who had no problem sleeping through that mess.
    No problem, though; even I was able to get to sleep after awhile, and when I woke
    up we were on the other side of the turbulence.

    Someday somebody needs to do one of those efficiency studies on how much time is
    wasted just messing w/ security at these airports. I got here (Dubai) at one end of
    the airport, and walked like a half mile to the other end to go through security again
    (I’d already done the security gauntlet in New York).
    Here’s the thing: As I’m walking that halfmile, I’m seeing that I’m walking past gate
    after gate where passengers are waiting for their flights, and I’m thinking, “Bet I’ll
    have to walk all the way back here once I’m through security!”
    Sure enough. O well…
    One observation. This airline offers more electronic entertainment than hajibs in
    Mecca. It used to be that you could get on a plane and strike up a conversation w/
    the person next to you.
    Not so much anymore; the guy beside you is watching a movie or even a TV show. As
    I looked around the plane, nearly everyone was keeping to themselves.
    I’m reading through the French Reformer Pierre Viret’s book, The Christian and the
    Magistrate. There are a lot of gems in this short book! Here’s one:
    “[God’s] Law shall supply us with true Christian ethics, politics, and economics if it
    be will understood.”
    And one more: “[What is] said of the civil government must also be understood of
    the familial and household government, and of self-government as well.” Truly, Viret
    understood that no one is qualified to govern another if they cannot govern
    themselves first.
    Talk later: I’ll send this whenever I have access to WIFI.
    28 October, Capetown, SA, 8:00 AM, Saturday
    We landed at the Capetown International Airport at about 6:30 PM, local time after a
    fairly uneventful flight. As I walked down the gangway (I think that’s what it’s called;
    you know that walkway that allows you to go from the jet plane to the terminal
    building) I looked to my left and saw these huge mountains that dominated my first
    view of South Africa. They looked like giant rocks, with very little vegetation, if any.
    They we just huge. They compared to our “mountains” in southeastern PA kind like
    Gulliver to the Lilliputians.
    Charl picked me up from the airport at about 7:00 PM, and we drove to his house,
    where I met his wife Sonja and his daughter Anya. Later, I was to see his son Jason
    again (he had attended the recent Future of Christendom Conference with Charl). I
    also met Charl’s other son, John Mark for the first time.

    This was the first time I had ever ridden in an “English” country where you drive
    your car on the left side of the road instead of the right, like we do in the US. Felt
    really weird.
    On the way, Charl showed me a local shopping center. I asked how safe was the
    place to say, go to and from your car? Charl said that these shopping centers
    generally have security personnel on hand, but that they won’t always come to your
    aid if you are getting robbed. Reason why? Sometimes it is one of their buds who is
    doing the robbing, so you’re on your own in that case.
    The reason why I asked the original question to Charl was that SA is now one of the
    crime capitals of the world. It wasn’t always that way, though: There was a time,
    even in my lifetime, when SA was one of the safest places in the world to live. Not
    anymore. All I could think of was, if you don’t have the fear of God, you don’t really
    have much of anything.
    Sonia made these little sandwich things they call Curri (sp?) Bunnies. Basically, they
    are homebaked bread rolls sandwiched around a local hamburger recipe. I’m not
    sure what was actually mixed in with the hamburger (I think I spotted some potato),
    but whatever it was, they were delicious. Here’s something else: We took those
    same bread rolls and made a combo jelly and cheese sandwich which I’ve never had
    before. I didn’t know you could combine cheese and jelly, but again, it was super
    After dinner, Charl took me to Warren’s house at about 9:00 PM. Warren is a former
    police officer whose family is out of the country right now. I’m staying in one of his
    kid’s rooms. I slept like a rock. I didn’t even have one of those half wake-up
    moments, you know, when you wake up in the middle of the night and wonder
    where you are.
    Charl is coming to pick me up for breakfast at 9:00 AM. I’m hoping to charge this
    computer soon; it’s down to 20%. The electrical plugs here in SA are different, so
    we’ll have to figure that out somehow. Also, I don’t have internet access yet, which is
    why I still haven’t sent this blog. We’ll get it figured out today, I’m sure.
    OK, gotta go. Warren, my host, has a book titled, “A History of Christianity is South Africa.” I want to look it over some more.

    Spiritual Fruit and Its Roots

    For our October Presentation   

    The Mid-Atlantic Reformation Society presents: 



    Spiritual Fruit and Its Roots
    All true Christians desire to bear spiritual fruit.

      What does the Bible say about the relationship between our spiritual fruit and our spiritual roots?

    Luke Saint will present a thought provoking lecture on this subject at this month's meeting.
    Come join us, and bring a friend, we would like to see some new faces!! 
    Dinner from excellent menu  6:00  
    Lecture  7:00     
    Chef Alan's American Bistro  
    6th & Penn Avenues, West Reading, PA


    Monuments: Blessings or Curses?

    For our September Presentation

    The Mid-Atlantic Reformation Society presents:

    Monuments: Blessings or Curses?


    Tuesday, September 19th

    If it is true that culture is religion externalized, then a country's monuments should tell us something about a country's religion.

    We are hearing much about civil war monuments. It seems that any public edifice that serves to connect whatever Christian past we had, is under attack. But what kind of sense does it make? Is it all about slavery? Or, is something else at work here?

    There is no doubt that monuments are important. So important that the Israelite occupation of Canaan, under Joshua, was almost entirely derailed over a monument, and a sectional civil war that was barely averted as a result

    So: Once again, we see that the Bible has much to say about this issue.  Joel Saint will bring a thoughtful analysis that will sharpen your thinking on this and other related issues.
    Come join us, and bring a friend, we would like to see some new faces!! 
    Dinner from excellent menu  6:00  
    Lecture  7:00     
    Chef Alan's American Bistro  
    6th & Penn Avenues, West Reading, PA


    Are You a Pietist?



    For our August Presentation   
    The Mid-Atlantic Reformation Society presents:

    Are You a Pietist?
    Tuesday, August 15th
    What is pietism?
    Is it a vital component to the Christian life, or a poisonous influence that has done great harm to God's Kingdom?
    The answer may (or may not) surprise you.  In either case, this presentation will bring clarity of thought that will be of great benefit to you.
    Come join us, and bring a friend, we would like to see some new faces!! 
    Dinner from excellent menu  6:00  
    Lecture  7:00     
    Chef Alan's American Bistro  
    6th & Penn Avenues, West Reading, PA

    Future of Christendom Conference: Praise the Lord for a wonderful event!

    The conference was well attended from all parts of the US and by several from around the world. Attendees enjoyed hearing from a selection of over ten speakers as well as three days of good fellowship and worship. The success of the conference was truly a gift from our Lord and exceeded our expectations and abilities. All sessions were recorded and you can hear the main session and breakout session speakers on Sermonaudio.com, as well as YouTube.

    Check out photos of the event in our photo gallery