For those who don’t know my background, my heart’s desire as a child was to be an old west pioneer. I even told God I was mad at Him because I was born too late. God gives us our hearts desires if we just ask Him. I just never expected my desire to land me in a remote part of Africa, rescuing & evangelizing orphans where “no one else wants to go”.
On our home page, you will notice that I’ve written a book called AFRICAN ADVENTURES. In the 18 years I’ve been rescueing kids in Africa, I’ve faced death more than 17 times. Many of these miracle stories as well as the first 11 attempts on my life are in this book. Many tales of the deadly mamba snake, lions, or a machete throwing native are told in AFRICAN ADVENTURES. Since I haven’t the time to write a sequel at this time, the “REST OF THE STORY” will have to be told in this blog for now. Two of my most recent adventures are written below.
MAMBA IN THE PICK-UP TRUCK!
In January, 2009, I went into our Moz. office to write a few e‑mails. A misisonary woman from MAF was with me. Normally, I go out the back door of the office when it’s time to lock up the outdoor kitchen at night, but that day I felt a strong urging in my spirit man to lock up & go out the passage way door instead. As we walked through the carport towards the kitchen, my friend saw movement to her left & screamed “look at that!” Turning to my left, I froze in amazement because a 5 foot black mamba was stretched out on the top of the truck’s bed, RIGHT WHERE THE BACK DOOR OPENS!
Yelling, “COBRA, COBRA”, brought the guards running with their 12 foot bamboo poles. They surrounded the truck as I yelled “Don’t ruin the paint job!” (That was our newest truck!) Four men appeared instead of 2 as the guards were changing shifts. Surrounding the truck scared the snake, which fell off the top of the truck bed into the bed itself.
His head appeared on the opposite side of the truck bed looking like a 4 inch periscope from a submarine. Seeing no exit from that direction, the mamba did a retreat, climbing behind the spare tire that was mounted on the back of the truck’s cab. It then slid down & wedged himself into that little 1 inch spot between the cab & the bed of the truck. I told the men to hold him there while I went into the house to retreive my machete. The safest thing was to tie that machete to a bamboo pole & stick that snake in the side to make him come out. My guard, Americo, took the machete from me & saying, “that’s too much trouble”. He looked at the position of the snake & changed to the other side of the truck for a certain hit. His position put him in the 3 foot space between the office wall & the truck. Swinging that machete at lightening speed, Americo cut that snake’s body. Known for their aggressive behaviour when provoked, that mamba dropped to the ground, racing straight for Americo. It was all out war as the 4 men swung their bamboos like flashing swords, breaking his back & bashing in his head. Not one spot of paint was lost off that truck. 🙂
In these last days, TROUBLE WILL COME. But those who believe in the MASTER, Jesus Christ, & HEAD HIS VOICE will be saved from many a peril.
TAKING DOMINION. GOD GAVE US THE AUTHORITY!
It’s 1pm on the last Saturday in December, 2008. I’m working in the office when I hear a horrible sound like someone ripping open a huge tin can. I’d heard it before, & knew a powerful Dust Devil whirlwind had just ripped off a tin room nearby. Fearing for the worst, I raced out the door to check our food barns in the far corner of our 40 acre mission station. The barn with our entire bean supply for the orphans had only half a roof. The entire front side of the roof, wood trusses & all, had been snapped in half & flipped over onto the back side of the barn. The tin sheets were waving in the wind.
A quick look told me that immediate action was all that would save our ONLY protein sources for the orphans, for a glance at the horizon told me a large thunder storm would be upon us within 3 hours. This barn contained 40 TONS of dried beans, 2 tons of peanuts, & 10 tons of rice.
Racing into town in my pick-up truck, I grabbed 14 of our workers. As fast as humanly possible, they grabbed the 40 lb. bags of peanuts & RAN with them to another nearby barn. Our tractor driver had heard of our disaster & came to help even though he was sick with malaria. With the tractor, the 110 lb bags of rice were moved into the large corn barn about 75 yards away. The last 4 bags of rice were literally thrown into the barn doors as the first large rain drops hit the ground.
While they moved the rice, I picked up every truck tarp we had in the compound. The men quickly covering the beans just as a wall of rain hit the area, pouring tons of water through the torn sheets of tin onto the tarps which now covered the beans.
We had done all we could for the moment, as the sun was setting & everyone was exhausted. I asked the men to agree with me that God would somehow protect these beans during this storm. Even though most were not believers in Jesus Christ, they bowed their heads as I asked the Lord to protect our orphan’s food. As we left, I asked all the men to return & bring a friend at sunup the next day to help move the 40 tons of beans. ( FYI: Sunup is 4:30 a.m. in December.)
That rain storm poured buckets till 9p.m. that night, as I continued to thank the Lord for protecting our beans. For you see, those tin barn walls were sealed by the concrete floor to protect the food from rats. That meant the water flowing into the barn could only escape through the small crack under the barn doors. I envisioned a swimming pool gush when I opened the doors the next morning.
The next morning 25 men showed up to help move the beans, one 110 lb bag at a time on their head. But the entire group froze in total dismay when I opened those barn doors. Instead of a gush of water, we were amazed to see a room divided down the middle. The front half which had no roof was damp, but no water was standing. The back half of the room was DUST DRY! I could blow the dust off the floor where all the beans were stacked. It looked like someone, a BIG SOMEONE, had put a giant shower curtain down the middle of the room. NOT ONE BAG OF BEANS WAS EVEN DAMP! So all was saved!
We wasted no time in moving those beans, as we all knew it would take a few hours to get them stacked into the corn warehouse about 70 yards away. I wasn’t aware of it, but the men had talked among themselves & planned to do it really fast as they didn’t want me to be late for church (9a.m. start time). We closed the doors to both warehouses at 9 a.m. sharp!
In 6 days, our carpenters had the roof replaced & double reinforced.
The cheap Propecia food in that warehouse is to last us till June, 2009.
Looks like the Lord’s mighty hand will keep our kids well fed once again.
I hope these stories bless & encourage you. Being able to “blog” makes me feel closer to all of you. It’s like I can really TALK to you from my heart. Happy Trails, until we meet again!