20 july 2001
This morning we went to Bocaria, the garbagedump. My parents, another lady of our team and me drove with Heidi Baker in her landrover to the dump. During the drive she was telling us how they started the dumpministry. God had given her a vision like the story in the bible of the feast. All the rich people cancel or dont show up so they invite all the poor and people from the streets in. So they went with a team to the dump to go share the gospel with them. The ‘boys’ who are like a sorta gang, leaders of the dump were treathening them. They took a oiece of glass (broken bottle) and put it to Heidi’s throat. Asking her what she came for and stuff. So she started to share with them the story of the bible and the vision she saw and that Jesus is longing for them to accept Him, that He loves them etc. The boys got so touched by it and some started to cry and got saved. Thats how the ministry started.
We arrived at the dump. Its hard to describe what we saw and felt. Thousands of flies, smoking piles of garbage. People who surround the cars, all happy to see Mama Heidi, curious who we are. It was so special to see how Heidi was with those people. She really loves them and all her actions show that. They feel that and respect her and love her back. The rest of the team arrived too. To me it so looks like a horrible place to live. All the flies, the awefull smell, the smoke that hurts your eyes. People walking on bare feet among the garbage searching for stuff they can seel to make a living. But Jesus is there. We went with Heidi Baker to walk over the dump, speak to people, a lot of them asked for prayer cuz they felt sick, headaches, worries, depression. We invited them to come to church. Now and then a garbagetruck would come to dump.......it would drive with highspeed over the dump.....people from the dump would run after it and jump on the car just to be the first to search for valuable stuff. Heidi told us that people get killed that way, cuz they get under the truck and the truck wont stop......
The bocaria boys led the worship at church in the african dialect. We were dancing with the kids. Heidi told the story of the prodigal son and the bocaria boys did a drama of it while she told the story. The boys are in their early twenties, heing able to help with church like that makes them feel special and they see the leadership role the have. Heidi had to leave for a meeting with the goverment. My dad took over and was sharing the story of my bro’s miracle and was preaching about healing. Then some guys who were not at church decided to rob the truck of iris ministries with food we were gonna devide. There was nothing we could do then just let it happen. We still had bread that we handed out to the people. We also prayed for all the woman there for their families. Then my dad and some others stayed to do clinic while we went back to the center, longing for a shower, not caring it was a cold one.....
It was quite an experience there at the dump, I felt so overwhelmed by the hard reality of the life of a part of the mozambiquan people. But at same time I enjoyed having church with them and to bless them.
Int he afternoon I sat in the sun with Celestino, Raphael, George, Vincent. We were joking around, playing with bal, having fun. I really enjoy spending time with the kids at the center. Eventho most of the time we dont understand eachother, all they want is attention and love and I came to give them that.
I really feel like God is pulling me closer to Him, that I can rest with Him and to just enjoy Him. He will show His plans to me when He feels its right time. Like in psalm 91; I can just hide under His wings. |
