I know most of you don’t follow rugby; I know I didn’t.
Since I’ve been here, I’ve discovered that it is one of the coolest sports ever and South Africa has a really good team- The Springboks. South Africa is a part of the Tri-Nations Cup with Australia and New Zealand. In the rugby world, these teams are the corn. But as a Tri-Nations Cup member, South Africa has only won the world cup back in 1994.
The Springboks made it to the finals against England and we had a big party on Saturday. The game itself was actually not that good. No one scored any Tries- “Touchdowns”- but the final score was 15 to 6 in our favor.
It was a neat experience to be in this country for their second world cup win. The recent surge of pride in this country was interesting. We went to the main shopping mall in town and EVERYONE was wearing a Springbok jersey.
Just for your information; I know most people don’t care about Rubgy. (By the way, I watched the USA play for about 10 minutes and had to turn it off. They lost to us really bad.)
Something Brandon posted about in his blog made me realize something that happened at a party on Father’s day. I mentioned it just a little in this post.
But basically this man came up to us while we were cooking our meat; he had drool all over him and he could barely stand. He was so drunk and mixed his sentences with Afrikaans, I couldn’t understand him but I could pick up enough to know that he was telling me that he is a horrible person.
The Christian man that we were with told us that he was just a street junkie and just kind of wrote him off, which looking back bothers me for various reasons.
He started confessing his sins to me and how he doesn’t like doing the church thing.
I could see no light in his eyes; he looked so hopeless.
All I remember telling him is that God loves him anyway and He wants a relationship with him in spite of all that.
I either think he didn’t understand me or he didn’t like my answer but either way he didn’t seem interested in what I had to say and he left.
Brandon mentions in his blog about running into a person who had no future with us in heaven. He was so deep in sin and a bad life that it seemed hopeless.
I have two thoughts; they’re not profound, but two thoughts that just jumped.
1. What would Jesus have said to these people? I believe Jesus could have changed these men’s life right there, instantly. I, dumb little me, said what little I could to just try to comfort him and get him on his way, I guess.
2. My opportunity is gone.
I believe that God gives us these glimpses into these people’s lives to remind us why we’re here and what we’re supposed to be doing. I don’t know much about this man or where he lives or anything and I had no clue what I could have even done, but I hope that our friend, who knows more, would want to share his life.
I hope I would want to.