"When you begin to think outside the box, you often become some other "leaders" lousy follower. That usually costs something" (Andy Rayner)

"Our guardian angels are bored." (Mike Foster)

It's where I feel I'm at these days. “In the second half of life, it is good just to be a part of the general dance. We do not have to stand out, make defining moves, or be better than anyone else on the dance floor. Life is more participatory than assertive, and there is no need for strong or further self-definition” (Falling Upward. Richard Rohr.120).

Thursday, September 13, 2007

No Place for Racism in Christianity. A Hard Hammer Delivered to break a Hard Head!

Illustration: Racism over come by the gospel

Robert Moffat in South Africa October 1817

" At one farm along the way, Robert was invited to lead in a devotional service after supper. The young missionary had noticed many Hottentot (Black) servants around the house and farm, but when the host family and their guests gathered for the service, no natives were preset. Surprised, Robert asked, "But where are the servants?"

"Servants! What do you mean?" responded the farmer.
"I mean the Hottentots, of whom I see so many on your farm."

"Hottentots! Do you mean that, then! Let me go to the mountain and call the baboons, if you want a congregation of that sort. Or stop, I have it: My sons, call the dogs that lie in front of the door-they will do."


Robert quietly dropped the matter, thinking it would be futile to argue with his host. But when it came time for him to share from Scripture, he chose as his text the story of the Syrophoenician woman who stated to Christ, "Truth, Lord: yet the dogs eat of the crumbs which fall from their masters' table" (Matthew 15:27).

He had not discoursed long when the farmer interrupted, 'will mynheer sit down and wait a little? He shall have the Hottentots."

Minutes later, an astonished group of servants were ushered into the room. Many of them had never been inside the master's house or heard a Christian preacher.

After the service, the farmer confessed to Robert, "My friend, you took a hard hammer and you have broken a hard head."("Into All the World" Vance Christie, pg 119,120, 2004, Barbour Books.)


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