Where to start
Before I get to Day 1 I need to finish a little background. About 4 weeks ago we started attending church on Sundays at our chiropractor’s house, Drs. David & Kimberly Erb. This was a few weeks after my life altering conversation with Pastor Tom. We still go to our home church on Saturday nights, but now we also attend church at the Erb’s. And for those in the DFW area, we are beginning to meet at the Hilton Garden Inn hotel in Lewisville starting Sunday June 7.
Two weeks ago I had a conversation with Dr. Erb, asking him when he would be visiting Zimbabwe again. He proceeded to tell me that he and the entire family would be traveling in two weeks to Zimbabwe for the Action 2009 conference that is held at the church. He also told me how if I left on Monday I could return the following Monday. Of course that got my mind rolling, and so, here we are two weeks later and I am in the waiting area for Flight #80 on American Airlines to London’s Heathrow airport. Can you believe this?
Sleep Deprivation
It’s been 15 years since my last airplane trip that took more than 5 hours. That was a trip back stateside from Korea when I left the Army. I don’t remember the trip being so grueling back then, but then again I think I had more room in the seat than I did on the first flight of the trip. And, of course, I was also about 60 lbs lighter than I am today, so that might have something to do with it too.
The first flight was on American Airlines, flight #80 from DFW to London Heathrow. The plane was a 767 and the rows in coach were jammed together, like they are on all of American’s flights now-a-days. To top it off, the flight was full, so any thought of getting more room was out. This was a 9 hour flight, and I think I slept all of about 15 minutes on the flight.
London Calling
We landed in London around 12:15 pm on Tuesday the 26th and headed straight thru customs. Once thru customs, Pastor Joy from the London church met us and helped us get our bags stowed so we could go on an outing in the city. We hopped the express train to Paddington Station and started our journey. A taxi cab ride over to Whole Foods in the Wellington area for lunch, and then a double decker bus ride to Buckingham Palace. After a quick stroll and lots of photos, we hopped another set of taxis back to Paddington Station to catch the express back to Heathrow.
I must say, the taxi cab rides were interesting, as was the trip on the double decker bus. I’m glad I was able to experience a little bit of London, and I’m sure that someday my wife and I will come back thru and stay for a little longer.
Paradise in Flight
Now, we were flying Virgin Atlantic from Heathrow to Johannesburg, South Africa and we had to check in. We hoofed it over to the ticketing counters, and I have to say the customer service at Virgin is out of this world. When we walked thru the doors we were immediately greeted by at least 4 different ladies all dressed in their signature Virgin red dreses/skirts (I’m no fashion expert). They were more than happy to point us to the correct counter and get us on our way.
Now, we had about an hour and a half before our flight, so we strolled thru security and grabbed a seat near a message board to see what gate our flight was at. With about 45 minutes to our flight, we had a gate number but decided we would sit for another 15 minutes before leaving the area. Well, I started to go to the gate to make sure our baggage was transferred. Little did we know that the gate we were going to was about a mile away from where we were. Okay, maybe not a mile, but it sure felt like it. So I hurried back to where the Erbs were and we gathered our things and practically ran to the gate. By the time we got there, with 30 minutes until flight time, they were getting ready to close the plane. Wow, talk about on time.
Fortunately, when we got on the plane it was practically empty. As it turned out we all had our own row of 4 seats for this 12 hour flight. Not to mention the accommodations were incredible! They had plenty of flight attendants, cabin crew in Virgin parlance, the seats all had personal entertainment systems with over 50 different movies to choose from, and the bathroom was larger than any airplane bathroom I have ever been in. I could actually go to the bathroom and not feel crowded. Alas, even with an entire row to myself, I still only managed about 2 hours of sleep.
After this flight on Virgin Atlantic, I’m going to have a difficult time flying any other airline. The next time I travel, even from DFW to Los Angeles, I’m going to be looking for a Virgin flight instead of American or any other airline. My luck, since I haven’t checked yet, Virgin probably doesn’t fly from DFW at all.
Johannesburg Airport
My first impression of Johannesburg after stepping of the plane was one of Saudi Arabia. The airport terminal was spotless, and empty. The floors were polished marble, and very ornate. The entire airport had an air of opulence about it. I say it reminded me of Saudi Arabia, because the buildings I was able to go into in Saudi were similar in design and decoration.
We made it thru customs into the international departure area, only to find a mini shopping mall inside. Think the shoppes at Caesar’s Palace, for those that have been to Vegas. We did some browsing and grabbed a very quick burger at a restaurant before running to the gate. A quick shuttle bus trip to the plane, up the stairs, into our seats, and we were on our way.
The flight was packed. It was a 737 just like Southwest flies. It never ceases to amaze me that people are the same everywhere when it comes to loading an airplane and their baggage. They see the bins shut, see that there is no room, yet they keep on coming back with their luggage. Amazing. Anyway, it was a short 1 hour and 15 minute flight, I think, before we were in Harare.
Can I Get Your Bags Sir
When we made it to the customs desk in Harare, we were met by Snicks, one of the members at Celebration Centre. She walked us over to the baggage claim and helped us get our luggage. Five luggage carts later and we were out the door.
As we were walking towards the outer door, we were met by several young men in suits from the church. I didn’t realize it, but these were our drivers and others there to help. Yep, you heard me right, we were assigned drivers for our entire stay here in Harare. Amazing! I had two drivers assigned to me, not sure why, but it was a pleasure. They walked me out to the car, took my luggage from me, opened my car door and had me sit in the back. Waiting for me in the seat was a care package of food, and some CDs and a book, along with an itinerary for the week and other material. I was absolutely blown away.
As we left the airport, my drivers and I introduced ourselves and got to know each other. Zivi was the primary driver, while Upenyu was the secondary and the actual driver of the car. They took me from the airport to Celebration Centre, opening my door for me when we got there. They would not let me carry my bags, made me walk in front of them, opened the doors for me, the whole royal treatment. It was a little strange for me, and I tried several times to do things myself, but I realized that they were simply being servants and I had to allow that to happen. They were called to be servants to me, and that me trying to do things myself would be an insult to them, and it would steal their blessing. They were simply sowing into the Kingdom by serving me. Little did they know how much of a blessing they were being to me.
After a quick bite to eat, I was given an even quicker tour of the centre, and then whisked off to my host home to take a quick shower and change into more presentable clothing.
Five Star Accomodations
The host home I will be staying at this week, is that of Pastors Wayne and Sandi Roberts. Absolutely wonderful people. I met Sandi for a brief few moments at the church before I was whisked off to get changed. I met their oldest daughter, who had the most perfect manners. I had assumed I would have a room in their house, and that I’d have to share a bathroom. Oh no, I had an entire guest suite to myself. Sitting room, kitchen, bathroom, and a queen size bed. Boy, was I going to be spoiled by them.
I think it took me all of 45 minutes to shave, shower, and change into slacks and a jacket. I’m not much of a jacket person, so having to wear a sport coat all week might be a bit much.
Meeting of The Minds
When I arrived back at Celebration Centre, I met up with the Erbs in the Dueschele Suite, which is a VIP lounge of sorts, and will be my home for the next few days. While waiting to go into the next session, we were waited on by such wonderful ladies from the church. They would not let us serve ourselves water or anything else. They waited on us like kings. Again, they were sowing into the Kingdom, helping them, and us, to stay in the Kingdom, which is right thinking, peace, and joy in the Holy Spirit (Romans 14:17).
While waiting to go into the next session, Pastor Taz came thru the suite and Dr. Kimberly asked him to sit with us and talk. He had some amazing words to speak, but the most impactful words had to do with waiting on the Lord.
He said to me, “God works best with a moving vehicle, not with one that is stationary.” Wow! Basically what he was telling me was to not sit on the sidelines waiting for God to call me into the game, but to get involved somehow, serving in some fashion, and God will then help to direct that effort. Hmmm….You see, it is easier to steer a vehicle that is moving than one that is not moving. Very insightful and impactful.
Sing Praises to the Lord
Americans try to praise and worship our God, but we don’t manage to get it done. In the evening, before the evening service, there was a time of worship and of prayer. Several pastors from the church were up on stage praying in the spirit. This is done before every service to ward off any evil spirit that may be around. It is a very impressive sight to see these men of God walking the stage, praying in tongues to sanctify the podium.
At the same time, the choir and praise leaders are leading worship. Let me tell you, no church that I have ever been to in America knows how to praise God like the church at Celebration Ministries. Wow! The songs were great, but more than anything, the spirit was moving every time we sang. People were dancing, waving their hands, shouting, and giving their all for God. God is blessed when we praise Him.
The book of Psalms tells us that God is glorified when we praise him:
Psalm 50:23 – Whoever offers praise glorifies Me (NKJV)
We should praise Him with joy:
Psalm 63:5 – And my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips. (NKJV)
The American church needs to learn how to praise God!
In the Lion’s Den
The service that Pastor Tom preached tonight was awesome. He spoke on Daniel chapters 3 and 7, and used references in 2 Thessalonians 2:3 Pastor Tom did a wonderful job explaining how the statue of chapter 3 and the 4 beasts of chapter 7 can really be seen as the same things – indicative of the empires that followed the Babylonian empire, including the Old and New Roman Empire. The part of this service that really got me was his explanation that the New Roman Empire may not necessarily be a geographical empire, but a political or cultural empire. Powerful stuff!
See, the traditional viewpoint has been that the feet and toes of the statue in chapter 3 refer to the 10 nations that will make up the New Roman Empire. Many have speculated this to be the European Union, or that at least the nations are there. However, if we take the viewpoint that Pastor Tom has laid out, the New Roman Empire could be anywhere, and may not be restricted to the European continent. Another very impactful piece of information! See, the Roman Empire is really not dead. It lives in the form of Roman Law. Roman Law is at the heart of many nations, especially the United States. E Pluribus Unum.
One of the things that stuck out the most tonight was his description of society as a hyphenated people. This is really true in America, where people no longer identify themselves as American. They identify themselves as African-American, or Indian-American, or Italian-American, or…the list goes on. When did we stop identifying ourselves as Americans? When did it become bad to be known simply as an American?
Sleep Will Come
After dinner at the centre, my drivers took me back to the Roberts’ home to get some sleep. Not only did I have a separate room, I had a separate entrance to the guest suite as well. Wow! Of course, a major shock was the fact that the power was out. Something I will go into detail about in tomorrow’s post.
I sat down this evening, before getting some shut eye, and jotted some quick notes. Not this entire post, of course, but enough notes to help me get something fleshed out and posted.
I am overflowing with peace and joy right now. The Spirit has surely filled me today. If I am this full tonight, I can only imagine what the days to come will bring.