by Laurie-Ann Copple
Sometimes you just need a break, even if it's a short one. We are at lock-down level two now in South Africa, so short term accommodation is allowed, as well as travel between provinces. We still aren't allowed to leave the country, but we're okay with that now. In fact, we will work to arrange an extension to our visas for another year, although we provisionally hope to stay in Worcester until early May. I arranged for us to stay in a self catering apartment in Mossel Bay for three nights, and the place was a 2 bedroom unit, with two en-suite bathrooms. This meant that we could enjoy our friends' company, but there was also personal privacy for each couple. We were very happy to stay at Nautica Mossel Bay, which is in the de Bakke area. The last time we stayed in Mossel Bay, was in June 2018, where we stayed at a hotel in the Point. We now have been in two special areas.
Even though it's late winter, we found the seaside wasn't too cold, but lovely as we enjoyed the sea air and waves. Our friend Janey originally comes from Margate in KZN province, so she loves and deeply appreciates being by the sea. It was a tonic for me as well, since I'm in the middle of radiation/radiotherapy treatments at CapeGate Oncology Centre. At this point, I have eight more treatments to go. The radiologists are kind, and compassionate on days where either my mobility is an issue, or my sore right wrist gives me problems getting on and off treatment beds.
We also visited with our friends Lize-Mari and Gerroch, at the Merchant coffee shop, which was lovely. We returned the following morning after we checked out of our accommodation, with our friends Andre and Janey. The main barista remembered me and my special non-dairy latte order from the day before, and we found that he and his co-workers were very kind. I almost didn't want to leave, since I'd already finished one drawing there and started on another. But I had radiation appointments to return to, and relief work in Worcester continues. Although lock-down has changed the way we minister here, we continue to reach out as we can. Next month we move from our retirement village home, since the tenant who was to move in April, will now arrive. We found a lovely flat in central Worcester that overlooks High Street and a bit of Adderley St. We will have a gentle thumb on the heart of town. I am thankful that we will move AFTER my radiation treatments. The timing of many of my treatments have been so very well orchestrated. We are thankful. God has helped us very much indeed, including for the funds to have this holiday break. We're still working on the funds for my medical treatments, although radiation itself is covered. If you're interested in reading about my cancer journey (which now is just over a year), please visit the link below.
Blessings and love, Laurie-Ann Copple
by Tony Copple
This article is based on a talk that Tony shared online with a GIG Zoom meeting, on 26 July 2020
1. There’s a problem in Personal Financial Planning industry worldwide. Advisors are well compensated for working with the already rich, while the ones who really need help are the poor. The reason for this is to maximize the income of advisors and the profits of their organizations. But shouldn’t an ethical business be more concerned with providing service to customers than compensating their employees? Sometimes the cost of an hour’s consultancy with a fee-for-service advisor is prohibitive for the poor. This problem helps the rich get richer and the poor stay poor.
2. In South Africa there is a majority of extremely poor citizens without money or skills. In an effort to relieve poverty the government provided free housing in townships and grants for those with no work. While this stopped starvation, it also reduced the need for the poor to solve the problem themselves with small businesses, as is the case in India for example, and today we see able bodied people standing around on street corners rather than looking for jobs or starting businesses. Without work experience it is very hard to keep a job. The exception to this were the criminal elements, natural business leaders. Inevitably gangs were formed to exploit the defenseless with drugs, targeting children with free drugs and leading them into gangs, and sooner or later into prison.
3. What could make a difference to this situation is financial literacy, which is not taught in schools or even universities. You can learn from books, or from financial advisors, or even some government programs. I was an advisor for 25 years and as a Christian I attempted to help people in debt and other troubles as well as advising the middle class and the rich. Coming to SA in 2017 as a missionary to children and prison inmates, I also hoped to offer financial planning advice to the poor. We often gave small amounts of money to children, but when the parents started asking for larger amounts, I would say ‘no’ unless they would take a 1-hour course in simple budgeting and saving. But no-one was interested. Until I met David.
4. David has a whole chapter written about him in Erena van de Venter’s wonderful book ‘From the Guttermost to the Uttermost.’ It describes his life as a gangster, until he did some YWAM courses and has been a strong Christian since those days. Though he never again had money after leaving the gangster life, he has never used illegal methods for earning a living. One day he asked me to lend him some money, as he had before, and my condition was that he would let me have a financial planning session with him and his wife.
5. Not only did they enthusiastically welcome this session, they even let me record it for our Internet radio station, CWCP. It went out on 21 February 2019, and I strongly recommend listening to it in full. Here is a 10 minute segment which illustrates key aspects.
6. Tony plays the audio clip. This story is an edited version of the #50 Worcester Report (which is on the CWCP page). Here is the link to the CWCP page:
Click here for the Zoom presentation:
7. There are some basic financial skills mentioned in this interview. First that when expenses exceed income, that leads to misery. Second, that there are always potential solutions that will help to some extent if you can just find them. Third that advice is necessary because financial tactics are not common sense. Forth that the first discipline to curb expenses is to record all of them. And that’s just in 10 minutes. There are so many other things that our brothers and sisters in the townships should somehow be taught, but no-one is taking the trouble. For example: understand that money is not just for spending, avoid payday loans, start saving a percentage of any income received when you receive it, don’t just look for a job and be at the mercy of an employer, instead become a business owner, don’t start a payment plan that you won’t be able to keep, and remember that those who don’t work don’t eat. The fact that poor people don’t attempt to learn financial planning merely shows they are the same as others all over the world, who haven’t been approached by a financial planner. But once their eyes are opened, they could be ready to attend a micro-business course and start saving. Our YWAM here in Worcester runs such courses, and many other personal development courses, and not just faith-related – though as we know, all you need to run a business is in Deuteronomy!
8. One thing that attracted me to GIG is the free membership route, offering financial literacy. When free satellite wifi arrives, smartphone users will have access to it. There are plenty of smartphones in the townships, many being stolen goods, but Mobicel has one at R399 – the Glo, which is excellent. But users can’t afford data and air time and there are no wifi hubs.
9. In my experience, there are a few individuals in the population, some as young as 14, who have been born blessed with an entrepreneurial spirit. Trevor Noah is an example. This is not a product of school education. If one can seek out and find these people while they are still teenagers, they can lead their families to a better life, even possibly a multgenerational better life. By extension of this phenomenon, God has distributed natural smartness more or less equally throughout the world’s population. Smart people are not only found in affluent communities. The rest of us have to work hard to become smart.
10 So here’s the challenge for you my friends. As you learn basic principles from GiG and other sources, spare a thought for those bright kids in the townships. They could be future business and political leaders for this country. But most of them don’t even know they are smart because no-one ever told them; certainly not their parents. It takes one to know one. Among the township families I have got to know, the children are far more resilient than children in affluent society, and the teenagers are uniformly smarter and more determined than their parents (or parent). Sadly, in the townships the smart ones will get recruited into the gangs, who recognize smart. I have met many of them in the Youth Centre in Brandvlei Correctional Centre, and it is so sad they are locked up when with the skills I see in them they could be building businesses. The attitude of the middle class towards township dwellers in South African towns is never to even think about them. That’s economic Apartheid. And unless it changes, watch out for another revolution. GiG clubs can be run in townships, but not many middle class citizens would go inside homes in formal settlements, let alone informal.
11 Now I’m not making a plea for you to become missionaries to the townships. But as some of you set up GiG clubs, why not make enquiries from social service departments to let them know that you might be interested in having some folk from townships to learn entrepreneurship and financial planning. You may even have to subsidise their membership fees, but it would be worth it. It could turn around not just one individual, but their family, their children, and their grandchildren.
Thank you and blessings!
by Laurie-Ann Copple
"I will give you a new heart" drawn by Laurie-Ann Zachar Copple, in CapeGate Oncology's chemo room. The nurse was Marianna, one of the kind and capable nurses in the centre. L-A was encouraged to keep drawing in the chemo room during treatment.
Last month we were preparing for my life-saving cancer surgery: a full mastectomy in Worcester Mediclinic. Tony brought me in on May 12th, and from then on we weren’t allowed to be together until my hospital release. My only human contact would be medical staff and other patients. It’s a good thing we have a dear friend who heads the ER department at the same hospital. I had a very full backpack full of nightgown, sandals, toiletries, iPad, phone, Bible and paper. I brought my Scottish wool cape, thinking of my last hospital visit, where I was cold in the mornings. However, they kept the temperature comfortable.
I was given a second mask from the hospital upon admission, even though I was sent a message that I needed to bring my own supply. So I had my white mask, which I wore on arrival until the time of my surgery. One of the surgical nurses tucked that mask under my pillow right before surgery, so that the anaesthesia mask could go on my face (it turns out I forgot where that was, and re-found it the morning I was released). The anesthesia man had only one hand/arm to work with to sedate me – since Dr. Arnold S was working on my left side. So he worked on my right. And the place where they put that infernal blood pressure machine? (I hate that machine, it makes my arm hurt.) They attached me above my right foot. That was when my surgeon discovered the nasty mole that he later removed in his office surgery. This was to be a 2 hour surgery, but must have been a few complications, because it was closer to 3 hours. This time increase doubled the estimate for anaesthesia, and increased the ‘rent’ I was to pay for the operating theatre. I found this out when I paid for the anaesthesia from my hospital bed. It’s funny how medical estimates are never as much as the real thing, isn’t it? However, due to the financial miracle that was still happening at that time, we had more than enough for an increased hospital stay, meds, surgery etc. We had hoped for $7,000. We received $17,000! Yay Jesus! This meant that all aftercare, prosthetic, mastectomy supplies and continuing Herceptin treatments would be covered pretty well for the winter. This wouldn’t include radiation treatments, but we’ll face that later when necessary. I may also need further treatments as advised by Dr S's colleague, who filled in for him a few times).
I woke after the surgery in the recovery room. The first face I saw was a blurry nurse, and then my friend Therden, who works in ER. I remember him telling the nurses that I cook Hungarian paprikash really well. LOL. He brought a big smile to my face. As they wheeled me back to my room, I asked for the nurses to call Tony, which they did. I managed to remember his phone number for them to call. He was relieved. Later, I went to go find my white mask, and found that it had been replaced with a blue hospital mask. Ok, I thought, maybe the white one was lost (or so I thought). I had two visitors – my own surgeon, and my friend Therden, who prayed with me behind pulled curtains. I told him that he was like my chaplain. He asked if I wanted anything. I told him I wanted naartjies, which is Afrikaans for little oranges. I’ve always loved mandarins, clementines and little oranges. He brought some later that night, while wearing his PPE from the ER (before he started his shift?). The other visitor was my own doctor. When I asked him if we got a good margin for the cancer, he had a worried look on his face. He said he hoped so, but the chances with this kind of cancer weren’t high. Still, he sent the breast and lymph nodes to the lab, so we would soon see if there was a margin. A margin is an amount of non-cancerous flesh around the edges of the tumour. If you can get a margin, this means that the cancer is contained within the tumour area. He did remove the whole breast up to the chest wall, as well as nine lymph nodes, so he wasn’t taking any chances. I was assigned a physiotherapist, who turned out to be originally from Somerset West, so we chatted about coffee and Hillsong SSW that we like to attend once a month. Then the exercises: which were manageable. I didn’t have to walk out into the hallway – I could do these arm exercises in front of my own hospital locker.
The need for masks was the largest impact of covid-19 on my hospital stay. The other covid-19 moment I had (after discovering that I had tested negative), was the replacement of my original roommates with one who had not yet been confirmed as negative. I saw the looks on the nurse’s faces when they looked at her chart and then mine. They closed the curtain to her section and told me that they were going to move me to another room, where my new roommate was confirmed negative. When the nurse told me that they had tested me and found me negative, I thought she meant the tests of the cancer margins had come through and that I was ‘cancer-free.’ I write cancer-free that way because medical folk always use the term NED – ‘no evidence of disease,’ which is what came up on my PET/CT scans. But no, this was about covid-19. I can tell you that the first thing a cancer patient thinks of about tests is nothing about the ‘other’ pervasive disease. As if I didn’t have enough to concern myself with. So I was moved right after dinner, without a goodbye to my roommate.
After one more day, I asked for an additional night in the hospital, but it turned out that the ‘extra’ afternoon was used to remove one of my drain tubes. I was highly medicated (due to my own pain meds stash - they never give enough pain meds!), so I watched the process of slowly pulling out the front tube, cleaning me with a solution, and re-bandaging me with very, very long bandages. Fortunately, we were given a hospital pack of four such bandages that first Dr. S’s nurse, and then Tony, could use to bandage me up. Meanwhile, I had to be confident that I could get around, with help. I was admonished a few times by nurses by trying to get things on my own. A few were their own error; such as getting the call button when they stashed it away inside the back of the bed, and reaching something on a hospital tray, when it was moved way out of reach. But others, such as putting on socks and shoes, I finally had to call for help. I wasn’t yet ready to dress myself as I prepared to check out. Two nurses took me down to check out and if I wasn’t careful, I would have lost my walker to the hospital. I asked for it, sharing that I had borrowed it, so one of the nurses had to retrieve it while I waited in the lobby for Tony to pick me up.
When I returned home, I missed the hospital bed, but I was more than compensated by Tony’s presence. He could now help me, and we could enjoy life together again. The first thing I noticed in the house, right there on the kitchen counter, was a big bouquet of pink Robyn proteas: twelve of them! How lovely! What a home-coming! Tony also had lunch prepared and we were able to finally share a meal together after being apart for four days. We worked on my progress and I slept, ate and drew – a lot. I returned to Dr. S several times, and it looked like they might take my second drains container out soon. The only thing is, that the daily drainage was never went under the required 50 ml needed for it to be taken out of me. And then, while on a Facebook Messenger video call with my friend Mirjana, the second drains tubes came out. It didn’t happen completely on one accident, but this was gradual over several incidents. After I returned home, I didn’t have the drains tube and bottle as a routine, other than Tony emptying and measuring it each day. Several times I let it drag slightly behind me, before it was scooped up and put in my drains bag. Then one early morning, I again forgot and the bottle lodged under my bedroom dresser, while I was nearby in the bathroom. That hurt my side for a while. The accident that finally dislodged the drain tube occurred during the video call. It happened when I tried to adjust myself in my chair. Big mistake. The next time I visited the bathroom, the tube fell out and when I went to put the bottle in the drains bag, I was no longer attached. Oops! We decided to go to Mediclinic ER to see if they could re-attach it. I was put though forms of questions where I had to explain that I was in the same hospital, but they wanted to know about my history of covid-19 before finding out what was wrong with me. I explained that I was already tested for covid-19, and that it was negative. They wanted to know where I was tested and the date, so it could be verified. Finally I get to the admissions desk, and this took time. Meanwhile, the ER doctor on duty came to see me, since Tony had already called the hospital. She ushered me into another room, since she was concerned about my vulnerability to the virus. I was given a few little plastic things to cover the tube drainage hole. She had told me all they could really do was to bandage me and send me home. They could not re-insert the tube, which would require putting me in the surgery. (However, Dr. S was horrified later that they didn’t call him, since he was on call for Mediclinic duty. He could have fixed it better). But they were concerned about getting me away from infection and for me not to be charged R900 for a bandage operation, when Tony could do it almost as well. Dr. S joked that they were so afraid of coronavirus that they weren’t thinking properly. Perhaps, but it’s hard to make decisions in that environment. After the weekend, I was to go back to Cape Gate Oncology for a prosthetic appointment, consult with my favourite oncologist and a Herceptin injection. By that time, I was already swollen with fluid, as assessed by my prosthetics lady, who is also a manual lymph drainage specialist. So I had my first manual drainage with Dr. S and his nurse a few days after the oncology visit. The answer was not MLD or having a new drainage tube. It was with needles. I’m not afraid of needles, but the doctor was worried when my face went totally grey and I felt faint. So I lay down for a while.
This was the start to a new chapter in after-care: that of navigating my surgery after-care in an increasing covid-19 world. The one bit of good news, no GREAT news was this: there WAS a margin of cancer in the breast. This was rare for inflammatory breast cancer! And then the nine lymph nodes were completely NED (cancer-free). This was extremely rare, since the cancer did touch them back in September). My surgeon was stunned and three times told me that this was a miracle. This wasn’t the only time I had beaten the odds. I did extremely well during the chemotherapy process. I did extremely well during the surgery. Now we just needed to overcome this lymphatic fluid hiccup – within being surrounded by covid-19. But if God had helped us with healing well, surely he will complete the journey. We would navigate being a recovering cancer patient in a covid-19 world together.
Here's how you can give financially:
DIRECT GIVING TO THE COPPLES (For Medical expenses, NO TAX RECEIPT)
Canadians can contribute via our regular Canadian banking account by e-Transfer to email@example.com
South Africans can contribute via Tony's South African account. via EFT to: FNB (First National Bank) Account Number 62757609494, Branch Code 200407 Account holder: Mr Anthony C Copple.
Anyone can contribute via Tony's Paypal via this link: https://www.paypal.me/WaystogrowinGod
by Laurie-Ann Copple
This colouring sheet is called "Reaching for her healing." It is drawn by Laurie-Ann and is inspired by Mark 5: 25-34. L-A is also reaching for her healing, as Jesus carries her through the process.
I’ve been a cancer patient since August 2019, although I first approached my South African GP in late July. He wasn’t available, so I was paired with a wonderful woman doctor. She diagnosed my other condition, Hydradenitis Superativa, which is an inflammatory skin disease that shows up as painful boils and rashes. Her diagnosis was confirmed by Dr. Lizmare Bronn, a dermatologist in Paarl. I was told to go off dairy (cow dairy), and we found that this was the main trigger for the breakouts. My diet shakes and a lot of my diet was dairy, so this disease went into remission (I just need to be as dairy-free as possible). However, under a breakout on my left breast, hid an even sneakier and deadlier disease, inflammatory breast cancer. It masqueraded as mastitis, but when antibiotics didn’t work, the surgeon who was meant to operate on a potential growth instead took core samples and sent them to the lab. I then had a mammogram. Both confirmed the presence of the cancer. The lab work was not cheap, but it was accurate, and the type of tumour was eventually found. This was the kind that would respond to the strongest chemo, then Taxol (paclitaxel), and Herceptin injections. These and the following PET/CT scans at Tygerburg hospital ended up being $31,000 Cdn. We are thankful that the rand to Canadian dollar value was and is in our favour (it wasn’t the case when I had fibroid removal surgery).
Then during this process, the corona virus made it’s way around the world. The flights we booked long ago were cancelled, and we tried again, to find these cancelled as well. South Africa went until level 5 lockdown (the tightest ever) on March 27th, 2020, and we were supposed to leave on April 2nd, to eventually arrive in Canada on April 10th. This wasn’t to happen. Our broken car and the car we borrowed from another missionary are still as we are (we are thankful to Sandy for the use of her car). Our precious things (that we are keeping) cannot be freight forwarded, so we are at present still using them. We weren’t even allowed to move from our rented house, and the next tenant was not allowed to move either. We’re still in the house, possibly until the end of June, but we can’t be sure. So, we put the needed mastectomy that I was to receive at Ottawa General Hospital on hold. It wasn’t actually booked, but the Canadian surgeon said he wanted to assess me before putting me in surgery. He told me to follow the care of my South African oncologist and that he would be there for me once we returned to Ottawa. He told me that most cancer surgery was cancelled or postponed except for emergencies, so I likely would have had to wait. Such as life as a cancer patient. You would think that cancer trumps corona virus, but not necessarily. Cancer patients are actually more at risk of catching covid-19. He thought I would be safer where we were, in a quiet gated retirement community, under lockdown.
Here’s the twist. We had found no trace of the cancer on the PET/CT scans, although there was a black mark that the radiologists thought was a mark on my left rib. We rejoiced with my oncologist and staff at CapeGate Oncology. We rejoiced with friends and family. We praised God. Yet nearly two months later, I discovered hard lumps in my left breast again. The cancer was back. I emailed CapeGate, and they arranged for me to see my original surgeon again. I saw him on the very day I was to see my Canadian surgeon, April 22nd. He agreed that the cancer may have returned, but said he would speak to the oncologist. He was concerned about me catching covid-19, so it was a matter of no delay to get the cancer out and risk the virus, or wait for the virus to pass and pray that the cancer wouldn’t grow too fast. However, inflammatory breast cancer is extremely aggressive – even more so than covid-19! I was phoned the next day by the surgeon, who told me, that I had two choices: have a radical mastectomy done in Worcester (no options as to other forms of mastectomy) or to wait until our return to Canada. He did say that if we chose to wait that we would lose all the gains we had from the chemo and other treatment. I likely would have to go through chemo all over again. I chose to have the surgery in Worcester, and trust Dr. Smith. I completely trust him. He is a kind, caring man, and a very good surgeon.
So we were to brave covid-19 after all, although I was asked to go for the test and fill out very long forms that included a list of any people I had close contact with. There were only three on that list, Dr. Smith, my nurse Mariana and my husband Tony. The first two were wearing masks the whole time (as was I). The test turned out negative as I had expected. Now the hospital staff could breathe easy behind their masks and know that they wouldn’t catch the virus from me. But I was expected to bring a “supply of cloth face masks” with me for my hospital stay. I can’t imagine how I’m going to sleep with mine on, but perhaps it will go on when I’m face to face with medical folk. Tony won’t be allowed to come see me, which is unfortunate, since normally it is helpful for one or two others to help when a patient has a mastectomy. How sad, and more difficult for me. I hope I don’t have to ring the bell for them to simply come fetch something that I can’t pick up. The last time I stayed at the hospital, I tried to manage not ringing the bell unless I had to, and one time I mentioned to Tony that I was still waiting for pain meds, and he telephoned them. The head nurse was really annoyed at this, and told me off. I was just to ring again, and that it’s their job to take care of me. Ok, I get the point. I’m taking my pain meds with me just in case.
I am very thankful though, for several reasons. This cancer surgery will save my life. I may not like having a breast and half my under-arm removed, but it will save my life. I’m going to be given care and good food (I remember very good meals from my stay in early August). I am thankful that I know the surgeon much better. I am thankful for people praying for me all over the world. I am also incredibly thankful to a bunch of people who stepped up and contributed towards not only the basic surgery, anesthesia and hospital stay, but also towards any complications, mastectomy supplies, and meds for after-care. We had around $12,000 Cdn come in within 48 hours! We have enough, and won’t have financial worries over the operation and recovery. We may even have enough for prosthetics, a mastectomy bra or two, the next Herceptin injection and perhaps some PSW care. But we’ll take one step at a time and see where we are led. Thank you Jesus, for showing once again that you are faithful and that you have me every step of the way.
I will share more about the hospital stay, surgery and after care when I am able to write. And I trust I will be able to continue to draw. The table I draw on is higher than my elbows, but I may be able to manage in short bursts.
Thank you for praying. If you are led to contribute towards ongoing medical costs, please see below. I will still be receiving expensive Herceptin injections every three weeks, and in time, I will have radiation therapy, whether in South Africa (where we will need to cover those expenses too) or in Canada (where most would be covered by OHIP). Thanks for journeying with us. There's more to come. I can even send you colouring sheets if you like.
Here's how you can give financially:
DIRECT GIVING TO THE COPPLES (For Medical expenses, NO TAX RECEIPT)
Canadians can contribute via our regular Canadian banking account by e-Transfer to firstname.lastname@example.org
South Africans can contribute via Tony's South African account. via EFT to: FNB (First National Bank) Account Number 62757609494, Branch Code 200407 Account holder: Mr Anthony C Copple.
Anyone can contribute via Tony's Paypal via this link: https://www.paypal.me/WaystogrowinGod
by Laurie-Ann Copple
Happy Easter everyone! He is risen. He is risen indeed. We are thankful that you are reading this message. We weren't able to leave South Africa. Both sets of our flights were cancelled, and lockdown was set upon us before we could quickly rearrange our flights (none available), freight forward and our car is still not fixed. We're still using a borrowed car from a missionary who lives in Somerset West, but is stationed in Botswana. We are thankful for her. We were to fly to the UK on April 2, but lockdown began at 23:59 on March 26th. Even if we made it out of South Africa, we would have had lockdown in the UK, and then lockdown in Canada. We are safer where we are, and with the South African lockdown, the covid stats are much, much lower than they are in Canada. Mind you, the virus was introduced into South Africa much later than it was in Canada, and measures were taken faster, due to realizing how dangerous it would be if/when the virus would hit the townships. To date, the death toll in SA is 25, in Canada 674, in UK 10,602 and in USA 20,659, with a huge proportion in New York City alone.
We are thankful for health workers worldwide, working with covid patients and also with other ailments. L-A has continued to receive herceptin injections at CapeGate Oncology Centre, by the direction of local oncologist Hanlie du Toit and Ottawa surgeon Dr. Pitt. Had we been able to get back to Ottawa (original arrival was Good Friday), L-A's appointment and mastectomy would have been postponed for months, and that was most of the reason why we were returning early. Why leave early now? We were also to resign from Iris Ministries Canada as missionaries as of April 2, but since we are staying in South Africa longer, in the field, our resignation is delayed until we are able to leave. This is good, because although we are locked down, we continue to minister remotely to the teen girls from My Father's House Worcester. We likely still will while we are in Canada.
L-A is continuing to draw while in lockdown, and Tony is gathering movie files that he produced well before coming to South Africa, as well as many that we did here in Worcester. We are thankful for the pause, and the opportunity to spend time in home worship and prayer where we aren't trying to squeeze in time between events and ministry time. We know that God is in control, and that many are crying out to him at this time. We are sad for those who have lost or are losing loved ones. L-A knows how that feels, with having lost her mom in January. May they have encountered Jesus' love just in time. Easter is a time of fresh hope. Jesus is alive. May you encounter him as you seek him. He is there. He is not absent. And he cares for you.
Here is a video from Hillsong South Africa, where we joined in online worship this morning. It features a mix of Cape Town church worship teams, with senior pastors Phil and Lucinda Dooley, and then global pastor Brian Houston, preaching on L-A's favourite scripture passage, Philippians 2:5-11). Happy Easter!
by Laurie-Ann Copple
Hi everyone. We were set to leave on April 2nd initially to the UK for a family-rest stopover, and then to Canada on Good Friday. Unfortunately we have had two flights cancel on us for those dates. We are trying for an earlier date on March 31st. We cannot leave earlier due to multiple complications, such as: a broken car being repaired, a loaned car needing to be returned, arranging L-A's colouring book to be sold by others in our stead, preparing our house for the move, having our furniture picked up, sending items to others as gifts, selling other items, freight-forwarding the items that will be sent to Canada, Everything is on fast forward, but nothing in Africa moves at that pace. We are working on it. If you are a praying person, please do keep us in prayer.
Sadly we are also forced to cancel our long-awaited UK rest stopover that would have allowed us to see Tony's sisters, and allow L-A to rest. While the tumour in L-A's breast has disappeared (yes, DISAPPEARED according to four PET and CT scans!), she remains vulnerable to the virus, and Tony is in the age range that also shows vulnerability.
If we are not able to leave South Africa and travel to Canada, we will see if we can arrange to be isolated in a mountain cottage. We will probably not have wifi but we would be safe. L-A's colouring book is now in Olive Tree bookstore in Worcester's Mountain Mill Shopping Centre. We will deposit more colouring books at LeRoux and Fourie Vignerons wine shop on R60 west of Robertson. We are also working for the colouring book to be available on Take Alot (a South African e-commerce site, and Ingram (an international book site).
Apart from our own unsure situation, we are praying for others - those in the townships, who don't have good access to medical care and they are crammed in like lemmings. We pray for government leaders making tough decisions. We pray for first responders, medical people, and police. We pray for those in the aviation industry, transporting people back to their homes, that they may not contract corona virus or anything else in the meantime. We pray for calm and peace in the airports, and not panic. Let everything run well, despite the virus.
L-A still has further cancer treatments, whether in Canada or South Africa. If it is in Canada, mastectomy is likely, and hopefully herceptin injections can be continued under OHIP coverage. These injections are R9,100 each plus facility fees for nursing in South Africa, so we hope we can get to Canada. But no matter what, we know that Jesus is with us. He has not abandoned us in this time. His presence and love can still be shown through small groups of the church. We don't need buildings. We don't even need hugs, although we still love them. We attended a satellite church meeting recently at our cell group location, which is at our friends' guest house in Worcester. We were loved and loved others in return. We knew we weren't alone, and even L-A's new colouring book was celebrated.
And you aren't alone either. Jesus is standing next to you. You aren't forgotten. Whether there is another person there with you, or whether you are on your own. You aren't alone. Don't be afraid. Lord Jesus, we thank you that you are with us, and we ask that you would touch the hearts of those reading this message right now. You are in control. Please keep a lid on this virus so it doesn't spread further. Please begin to dissipate the virus, and help those who can find a cure. We speak life to those who have the virus that they would survive. We speak peace to those who are living in fear. It's like the fear is worse than the virus. We choose life, Lord, we choose you. In Jesus' name, Amen.
by Laurie-Ann Copple
When L-A sees the words of the title of this blog post, she thinks of the 1986 song “The Final Countdown” by Europe. It’s a song that we would post on the white board at Algonquin College’s radio-broadcasting department at the end of the semester. We have been counting the days to return to Canada, and yet also wanting to stay here in Worcester at the same time. Would that we could have another year in South Africa! We have loved our time in Worcester with the children and teens. We got to know so many wonderful friends and colleagues. We loved on inmates, Hospice patients, and those in Homeless Church.
Laurie-Ann’s art has continued to bloom and blossom, both as an art teacher and an artist. We are excited about the first of many colouring books to come. Since South Africa awoke L-A’s sleeping gift of art (during our extended outreach near Robertson), South Africa is the country that gets the opportunity to see L-A as a published author/artist. While the print run is small (due to us leaving not long after publishing), there is more to come for Colouring with Jesus 2.
During March, we will enjoy our last month, but we are busy! L-A is teaching prophetic art at Worcester Christian Church’s Kinderkerk (February 23, March 8), and a workshop with Avian Park kids on March 25 at 9 am (Avian Park library). We were to have other workshops, but they were never confirmed. Since we’re also active in ministry (prison, hospice, teens, school learners, kids clubs) and media (CWCP, Ways to Grow in God, our website and Facebook pages), as well as arranging our exit (moving, moving again, arranging cars, places to stay and travel), it takes time! More time than you can imagine! L-A continues to heal up from the effects of chemo and peripheral neuropathy. These are still big in her life right now. L-A uses a walker, and in one of her activities, the Touching Hearts course, she has to be helped up two series of steep steps to get into my friend’s house. She is thankful for the help, and have made dear friends that have reached out to love me. She loves them in return.
Our last Iris Western Cape family gathering is March 8th in our South African home. As well as hosting, we've been asked to share some things we've learned along the way. Tony is excited about sharing some wisdom. L-A will let him take the show. We will continue with our Legacy Relay learners until the 17th of March, since the following Tuesday is the autumn break between the summer and fall terms (we might be able to come the 31st but that is when we are cleaning out our newly-emptied South African house for inspection). Our good-bye party with the Riverview kids’ club is on March 18th, when they will colour in a drawing that L-A did of Jesus with many of them. Our last board meeting with My Father’s House Worcester is on March 20th (we’re not sure who is taking the minutes, but it will probably be Laurie-Ann). Our last Monday with the Mailbox Club may be March 30, but since we’re moving that day we will see. Our last Saturday with the teen girls will be March 28th.
Our last Hillsong Sunday will be March 15th, where we will see a few friends that we connected with over two years of monthly visits. We hope to again visit CapeGate Oncology Centre for a last goodbye, as well as bring a few copies of the colouring book to share/sell.
L-A’s colouring book launch will be at Worcester Christian Church on March 22, after the 9:15 am service, although we will also sell the book at our good-bye send-off service on March 29th. We are sad to leave but we’ll always be connected.
We’re sad to be saying goodbye, especially when we don’t know when we will return. When/if we can return, we don’t know if it will be for another long-term season, or a 3 month visit (Likely the visit). We will see how Holy Spirit leads. First we have to re-settle, re-group financially (since the cancer treatments took a LOT out of us, as well as other things), and be re-planted in Ottawa.
We won’t move back into our Ottawa condo immediately. We are being taken in first by friends that we got to know through the Alpha Course. Then we move to a new friend’s farm in Beckwith Township, near Carleton Place, Ontario. We hope to be back in the condo for early Fall. By Christmas 2020, we should be settled in our condo again, with L-A’s old library-office made into a studio as well as an office.
We will continue running this website, even though we won’t be Copples in Western Cape anymore. We’ll be Copples in West Ottawa, but our hearts will remain in the beautiful Western Cape. We fly out April 2nd towards the UK, where we will see Tony’s sisters in Stroud, Gloucestershire. Then we arrive Easter Weekend in Ottawa.
So that’s our “final” countdown. Rather than looking at the ticking clock or the calendar, we are focused on getting things done, one by one. We also have the last of L-A’s cancer treatments, the PET scan on March 11th, the oncologist visit on March 19th. But it’s all good. We will treasure the moments with the friends who have become family.
by Laurie-Ann Copple
We have been busy ever since we got into our routines of several ministries through the week. While some of the ministries are different ones than we started with, we remain busy most hours. When I was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer in August 2020, we were in shell shock as to how to go forward. Jesus was carrying both of us, and we managed to stay in Western Cape for my cancer treatments – chemotherapy, despite our insurance company’s demand that I at least return to Canada to any Ontario hospital emergency room (with no treatment plan, or place to stay). We are not sorry we stayed and crowd funded. Those who stepped forward and those who administered care likely saved my life. The cancer was that aggressive. Now that I’m finished chemo (with one Herceptin injection, some blood work and a PET scan to go), I can look back at five months of slowly downsizing my part of our ministry. I no longer am a ministry bookkeeper (except for our own finances), and no longer teach art to MasterPeace Academy children. Tony has finished his assignment teaching science and music. However, other ministry has expanded to fill those spaces. Why should we be surprised?
We are however, fulfilled, knowing that we are setting a legacy. Not only are the children we work with in Legacy Relay more equipped for life, but they understand a bit more about their world than other learners. The girls we love and disciple run their own Mailbox Clubs, even if they aren’t as regular as we had hoped. Many of the girls are stronger from having loving strong mentors in their lives for more than a month or two. The children that see Tony on Mondays know a granddad who is reliable, strong and loving. We often hear the cry of “Tony!” wherever we go in Worcester. The children we spent three terms with in 2019, have more than a group painting project in their memory, but a granny who let them in on her personal cancer journey. They became family. And along the way, we shared a LOT of love, hugs, kisses, art, science and songs. The 2020 grade ones are a whole different group, but they are coming to know that we love them too. They also were allowed in on my cancer story, although on the perceived near end of it. They also share love, hugs, kisses, science, drawing and songs.
We also bonded with various inmates in Brandvlei, some of whom have been released. The new Alpha videos are wonderful in sharing with them, and even with the Avian Park girls we know and love. Tony has also bonded with hospice patients, including his friend Moses.
And there were other ministries we became part of, including some at Worcester Christian Church. Some of these include art workshops for church kids, Avian Park kids, Doxa for adults, Change Makers and perhaps an abused women’s shelter.
Yet of these all, Laurie-Ann’s colouring book remains something that I will leave as a legacy in South Africa. We have an ISBN number that is connected with the South African Library. Many of the drawings were created in South Africa, which a few of them were from Canada and the US. We plan to leave some copies at Olive Tree bookshop in Mountain Mill Shopping Centre (Worcester), although most copies can be obtained from us personally at church, cell group, and L-A’s Touching Hearts group before our departure. We hope to have the book printed very soon as we are just finalizing the last changes. Is it all about the art? No, but for me, art is what I have to work with in my hands. God always uses the works of your hands. God does not waste a thing – everything we trained for in the past has been used, although art has been at the forefront for me. We are thankful – for the teens and children we see whose lives have been changed, and for the other people who have enriched our lives as we work together. It’s a legacy of love.
by Laurie-Ann Copple
We have continued to love and work in Worcester, South Africa despite L-A's diagnosis of breast cancer, and cancer treatments. However, our time here will be cut short due to leaving South Africa to continue these treatments in Canada. The chemotherapy treatments actually kept L-A in South Africa since when you receive chemo, you are in no condition to fly, especially not at least two long overseas flights, and navigating long, long airports. So when L-A's mom Carol became very ill and was in St. Joesph's Hospital all of December up to January 9th, L-A was concerned. But there was no way to go, so L-A had her sister read a message to their mother, which gave her comfort. Otherwise Carol kept asking for L-A. So Tara had to represent L-A. This went very well and was a comfort. The next day, Carol died with loving support from her younger sister Nancy, niece Cathy and second daughter Tara. It was an intimate moment; one of many during visits.
Laurie-Ann so wanted to be able to share at the funeral and she found a solution. She reached out to Carol's pastor, who is leading the service. He is very happy to share the message. So because the service won't be webcast, we are pleased to share what L-A would share via Rev. Rick:
Hi everyone, I’m Carol’s other, older daughter Laurie-Ann. I can’t be here since I’m in chemo treatments for breast cancer, but I’m with you in spirit.
Mom and I have been on many adventures together, and we shared a love for learning new places, cultures and art. I inherited from her the never-ending itch for the next adventure in different lands or provinces. She also had the desire to philosophize or talk about Jesus over a glass of wine, coffee or tea.
Mom had a big heart and one of her love languages was giving small gifts, and the other was touch in the form of hugs and a loving hand on the shoulder. She loved doing printmaking art at the Neilson Creative Centre and to sing in choirs, including Humber Valley’s senior choir, since the early 1970’s. She and I sat in the alto section, and both of us loved listening to harmonies in many kinds of music. I learned from her a deep appreciation of seeing life and nature as a symphony. All pieces are to work in harmony and give praise to God.
Mom also loved to laugh, especially at Dad’s jokes, of which there are many. She was also intensely curious, which Tara and I often interpreted as part of being a nosy mom. But I now think that she was just trying in her own way to see if we were ok. She loved Blue Jays baseball, and heaven help us if we dare interrupt her during a game. Thankfully we got to a few games in person, but otherwise she was glued to the radio.
She had favourite songs and hymns, including “It is Well with my Soul,” which she sang continually when her mother died. Once Mom and I were part of a Lenten interdenominational service when we were still part of the choir. There was a power failure and the five assembled choirs were trying to make do with candlelight. We had to walk through several hallways before we approached the sanctuary, and Mom insisted on singing “Jesus bids us shine.” I was very embarrassed at the time, but she had the right idea. We ARE called to shine in the dark places and not be afraid of those who try to shut our faith in Jesus down. Mom’s wisdom shines out at the funniest times. I still hear her voice in my head guiding me at times.
Mom’s heart’s desire was often to the welfare of Dad, Tara and myself, even though Daddy ended up being Mom’s caretaker many times – especially during the last few years. Otherwise, she needed the escape of travel and her intense desire to capture a moment of beauty in her art, or to express a spiritual question visually. She was a creative, and worked to instill that in Tara and myself. Her poetry expressed her love of travel, her questions in faith and the love of her family. I already miss the sound of her voice, which all of us will remember, whether she was singing, telling stories, or calling for Steve. And so, in her heart, she was still singing. I heard a beautiful whisper from God’s Holy Spirit shortly before she passed. I heard that “Carol Sweetly Carol” was singing to Jesus. I glimpsed a sweet impression of her singing with an expression of pure joy. Mom was given a nickname of Carol Sweetly Carol by another Humber Valley member and somehow that stuck. But at times, we often only saw the pain and reactions that come through living with it. Thankfully now Mom no longer knows pain. We can rejoice in where she is – on a great adventure. Jesus brought her to heaven and if we are willing, he can bring a taste of that to us, while we are missing Carol. We are never far from God’s love in Christ. (Say yes and let him carry you too). Thank you for letting me share, and may you receive God’s comfort as you remember my Mom, Tara’s mom, Steve’s wife – Carol Eileen Zachar. She made her life count.
by Laurie-Ann Copple
We’ve had an interesting December. Part of it was a road trip holiday to Namibia, which was eventful just getting there. Then the drive around the country, and after Christmas, more car trouble, which ruined our part in a dear friend’s wedding. However, there were silver linings to these that showed the kindness of God. After all, even though things may seem really bad, we didn’t stop. We didn’t give up, and other kindnesses happened due to these events.
We were towed up Piekienierskloof Pass on the N7 to get access to cellphone signal. We needed it to call AA, so we could get a final tow to where our car would be fixed in Worcester. First, the kind owners of the Kardosie farm stall towed us up to the top. Later they were our hosts, and even let us rest in one of their rooms during loadshedding (a planned power outage). Then they treated us to a delicious chicken braai dinner. Thank you so much, Biana and Barthlo. They encouraged us that this wasn’t the end of our holiday, and we got an extra adventure of getting to know them. We were towed back, and rented a car the next day so we could go off to Namibia (and thankfully, our first host moved our stay so that we didn’t forfeit our lodgings). We persevered on to Namibia, among rough gravel roads that weren’t good for the rental Toyota, and were rewarded seeing the beautiful pinky-orange dunes among Sossusvlei and Deadvlei. We got to know the desert wildlife while on a four wheel drive, and outside our cottage, when a jackal wanted to investigate our garbage bin.
We persevered through a beautiful city of Windhoek and found their people warm and inviting. It was a bit different in Swakopmund, which is a very German arts town. We did have some times to stop for the one, including John at the Zelia shipwreck (and his Damara colleagues), Jenny (our server at our favourite Swakopmund café) and George, a craftsman in Okahanja. Namibia is spiritually parched, but God’s kindness in special moments still touches hearts. We are thankful for this. We would have missed this if we would have given up. To give up is like becoming like the Zelia shipwreck you see in the above picture. We had hoped to see shipwrecks on Skeleton Coast. This is a famous area for ships that get stranded in the coastal fog caused by the heat of the Namib desert and the cold South Atlantic Benguela current. This fishing boat was purchased by a company in Mumbai, India, to be taken apart for scrap metal. Instead, it was mistakenly set adrift in the port of Walvis Bay, south of Swakopmund. And so the tide drew the boat to its final resting place: a beach 12 km south of Hentie’s Bay, a favourite fishing village among South African anglers. This boat has been anchored on a sand bar in front of the beach since 2008. Along come the Copples, delighted to see a shipwreck, but sad at the state of the Damara gemstone sellers on the beach.
While Tony went off with our new digital camera to take pictures of Zelia, John and his colleague spoke to L-A about the shipwreck and offered up their gemstones. Normally L-A would say no, but this time was different. The Holy Spirit was nudging her heart to listen, to purchase and to hear an important request. Their families were camped nearby and needed water and meat. Tony returned and offered some immediate water, and we promised to do what we could. So we had fish lunches in Hentie’s Bay, and produced a list for Spar so they could make adequate stews and pap for their families – minced beef, pilchards, onions, potatoes, maize meal, water and some hot pies for their immediate lunch. It was a perfect offering, greatly appreciated and they were open and willing to pray with us. We would have missed this had we not persevered.
On our final morning in Swakopmund, we decided to say goodbye to the sweetest server we’ve met for a long time. Her name was Jenny. She took great care to serve us with kindness the day before, and this time we wanted to say goodbye. She served us each a fruit tart, two coffees for Tony and an almond latte for L-A. Non-dairy lattes are something special for L-A, since she cannot have cow’s milk, and yet loves lattes. So this café was special from the start. So L-A and Jenny bonded and we shared stories and our card with our email. We hope to hear from her again soon. Then we were off to Keetmanshoop via Windhoek. If we were in a hurry, we would have missed sweet Jenny. Then we drove off via a sandwich stop in Okahanja, at the Engen service station. A few days before, we had been met by craftsman George, who carved our names in a unique little coconut pit. We were on our way to get a pizza lunch and were greeted by George, who watched our car and wanted to know our names to carve for posterity. While we were initially trying to avoid him, we ended up meeting him again, and he asked for a sandwich, which we were happy to provide. While Tony was getting sandwiches, George and L-A talked and bonded over creative things and a love for children. He loves to work with street children. While we didn’t get to pray with him, he still experienced kindness, God’s love and encouragement over his entrepreneurship. We almost missed him.
And then we persevered through more gravel road to find Fish River Canyon, and onward back to Worcester via stops in Springbok, Clanwilliam and Piekienierskloof Pass. We found in a few days that our car was repaired and we could bring the rental back to Bidvest. All seemed well through errands, Christmas dinners and shopping until we tried to go to our friend Soraya’s wedding in a Cape Town suburb. We were to be the bride’s transport to the wedding venue, as well as photographers. And then – something else went wrong with the car. This happened close to a truck inspection stop before the N1 eastern entrance to the Hugenot tunnel. We were thankful for two things. L-A’s limping phone had enough signal to call the bride in good time for her to make other arrangements for a ride and pictures. We were sad to share the news that we would miss her wedding, but we were safe. We also really were safe in that spot, and made new friends of the truck inspection men. All three were solid Christians, and they encouraged us. Marco was very adamant that he wants to buy our car and turn it into a funeral-inspired limo. He could even drive us in our own car to Cape Town when we fly out on April 2nd, 2020. Perhaps there was more to this stop than we originally thought, although we are sad to miss the wedding. The other silver lining was that a mutual friend, Pastor Folla, was also on his way to Soraya’s wedding. He saw that our car was pulled over and he stopped to investigate. Folla needed directions to the wedding! We were glad to help him with this, as well as pass on our love and greetings to the bride and groom on our behalf. After we were towed home, we had more friends, a shared experience of the rescue, and despite inconvenience, we knew it would be okay, apart from the missed wedding. But are we going to give up because we missed our friend’s wedding? No, by no means. But we tried. Life happens, and we must continue to not give up, persevere and OVERCOME. L-A has been working on a two-part series of overcoming in her Ways to Grow in God. This was another chapter in learning how to overcome. Life is like that. Are we going to give up and be stranded on a beach for eleven years like shipwreck Zelia? Or are we going to overcome to face whatever joy awaits us? We are sure that something special is coming. We don’t want to miss that. So stop for divine moments, but never give up. Be an overcomer, not a shipwreck.
Here is the link to the Ways to Grow in God podcasts, so you can hear about overcoming. Scroll down to #67 on Overcoming Part One. Part Two is coming soon.
Comment by Peter Hartgerink: Good thoughts. In His wisdom God ensures that we have enough troubles to teach us the lessons we need to learn and enough blessings to keep us going. Inspired by your choice to listen to Holy Spirit in all these events.
by Tony Copple
Gentlemen readers, cast your mind back to when you visited your girlfriend’s family. The number one goal was to impress them that you were a suitable carer and provider for their daughter. Now hear this recent story of life in Avian Park. Something very bad happened in the house of X, a girl we know and love. Her grandmother tried to start an informal business buying groceries in bulk and selling in smaller quantities to neighbours. I helped them bring the last batch back from Boxer super market- it filled the Mercedes trunk. They had asked me to drive them home at a time that coincided with the final of the Rugby World Cup in Japan; South Africa vs England, and they needed pick up at 11, which happened to be the start of the game, so I wasn’t the most sociable as I tried to get it done fast. Three days later the drug addict boyfriend of X’s sister stole all the stock (and likely any other food in the house) to sell and buy drugs. He accessed the house using a key he stole from her sister.
So then there was no stock to sell and the business probably finished, since there was no money to buy more stock; putting them in a very serious financial position. They reported the boyfriend to the police, and I understand he is no longer the boyfriend. I took them some extra sandwiches and fruit when I went to Avian Park to visit our teenage Bible teachers. The family is bewildered at this outrage. I have got to know this family quite well. X, aged only 14, has exceptional potential, doing very well in school, and has been teaching Sunday school for some time, in addition to other ministry. She is really strong in her faith, praying daily for Laurie-Ann. X begged me not to tell anyone of their misfortune, not even her best friend, who we also know. A day later she messaged Laurie-Ann to say she would rather starve than that other people should hear about their situation.
What is the best thing to do in this situation? First I investigated the soup kitchens of Avian Park; there are many. I happen to know of who is the coordinator for soup kitchens and other good works so I sent her a message, basically asking for a map of where the soup kitchens are and which days they operate. There is no map. The kitchens are for specific groups – we gave out sandwiches in the library for months last year (as part of My Father’s House ministry). Yet this was just for that group of up to 80 children, and funded by My Father’s House. It turned out the other soup kitchens operate in a similar way. They cannot accommodate a whole family rolling up one day expecting to be fed. Second I contacted the person in our church responsible for making up food parcels for needy families in distress in Avian Park.
The week before she had provided me two grocery bags full of staple supplies for one the families of one of our teenaged evangelists, M. But this time I got no answer to my request even after repeating it twice. So the only answer was to do it ourselves, and I collected about $50 worth of staples from Pick n Pay and took them down to the family. Quite a contrast from weeks before when they had been able to buy significant food supplies from their own resources. They had spent all they had on their business venture in good faith. There was no great excitement at receiving this food, just as there had been neither wailing nor gnashing of teeth when the family thief took all their stock. The coloured community is so used to misfortune that they don’t allow themselves to show any joy when something good happens because they expect it to be followed soon enough by something bad, as happened here. However, X did send grateful thanks to Laurie-Ann, and grandmother Z did smile when a dangerous electrical power bar was replaced. My hope was that this would stop them suffering from too much hunger, particularly X; before the next government handout at the beginning of the new month.
A few days after these events, I took X and her grandmother Z to Worcester hospital from where they were transported to a Cape Town hospital where X had been scheduled for serious surgery. As I write this, she has had an MRI and the surgery will be in a few days. Her family will not pay anything, and the care will be world class, although the food is less fancy than what L-A had months ago in Worcester’s private hospital. I mention this because in South Africa if you have no money or possessions, good medical treatment is freely available. South Africa has a huge heart.
On the day I wrote this article, there was a news item on SAFM, the talk radio channel of the national broadcaster. At 1 am this morning near Johannesburg (?) a mother and two of her children were murdered by her 22 year old son, and two other children injured. A police report suggested the son, who is in custody, had demanded money from his mother to buy drugs, and her punishment for refusing was death for her and her children. The connection with my first story is the horrendous power of drugs over a person needing them.
Has anyone reading these ever taken illegal drugs? How did you not know their potential for evil? It permeates the media. Was it not obvious to you that the easiest time to give up drugs is before you ever took them? Many (most?) of the world’s criminals got very rich because people started taking drugs even though the consequences are one of the best known facts on earth. Yet you still did it!!!! If you can answer why, then how can you condemn X’s sister’s friend, or the 22 year old monster. Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable. The time for comfort is long past as this nation of South Africa murders each other faster than all but 13 other nations on earth, and while fortunes are being made right here in Avian Park by dealers selling to people whose capability just to say ‘no thanks’ is around the same as yours. Teach your children never to touch illegal drugs and, while we are at it, not to have sex before marriage, and this world would be changed out of all recognition in a generation, and poverty eradicated.
by Laurie-Ann Copple
L-A encouraging young artists in Worcester Primary School under Legacy Relay
Tony and I have been walking through a glorious mission convergence season. And when after we returned from our mid-point home visit (otherwise called furlough), we discovered inflammatory cancer in my left breast. All of 2019 has been a time of testing – from the boils, carbuncles and rashes of hidradenitis superativa, to this. However, I’m not the first missionary to get really sick on the mission field. Our own Heidi Baker came down with MRSA, or flesh-eating disease back in 2005, which was first attended to in a South African hospital, but later was completely and supernaturally healed at a Toronto conference in 2005. Then two years later, her husband Rolland contracted cerebral malaria and it did not look good. But in time, after Rolland was taken to Germany, he was completely healed as well. They didn’t just pack up their bags and go back to the US. They stuck out their calling where they were. Even during our Harvest School training in 2016, Heidi taught us while she was in dental pain. That’s courage. That’s persistence. She has both.
I have learned that true courage is a gift from God. But it is also developed as we choose to focus on our source: God. This is what David did when he confronted Goliath in a mighty way to defend God’s honour to the Israelite army. Courage, strength and joy are connected, as the joy of the Lord is our strength (Nehemiah 8:10). But so too, is courage. Courage goes beyond the ability to stand and not back down. It’s also strength in the face of pain and grief; especially in the example of fighting an extended illness with great courage. The illness could be cancer, or many invisible disabilities that bring daily pain and discouragement. This is why courage to face the day is needed. I used to work for Canadian prophet Darren Canning as his assistant. I learned a lot from him about faith and walking into the unknown. He is a man of courage – while he may encounter fear, he does not act on it. He recently was on a ministry trip with his family in the southern US. He bought a recreational vehicle so that he could bring his wife and family with him more easily than he did in the past. All was going well, until one of the tires blew out while he was on a high speed section of the I-95. He just managed to pull the vehicle over, with great difficulty. I’m sure there were angels protecting them from what could have been a tragedy. While he had a CAA membership, this wasn’t honoured by AAA assistance. I’m not sure what happened there – but Darren and his family were frightened. They prayed, they trusted God, but they humanly felt fear. Darren was concerned for his family. This was a normal response for a loving husband and father. Eventually, a friend called up a local towing company, who helped them, and managed to get them to safety. They spent the night in a hotel, recovering from their ordeal of spending hours on the roadside, with cars driving at 70 miles an hour whizzing past. Darren’s response to get the vehicle to safety was one of courage. Not too long before this incident, Darren shared another great example of courage. He said, “One person in a war may seem like one piece of sand upon the seashore but one person filled with courage can speak to the wildest waves and they will have to obey.” Courage ties in with authority. If you are given the authority as a child of God, in the midst of your God-given assignment, you have authority.
I was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer in August, although I’m sure it was under the horizon while I was in Canada on home visit. It came up so quickly that when I did have symptoms of strange pain, but no lump, I was in shock. I even asked Holy Spirit what that weird sensation was. I was told, “it’s cancer.” It was like I didn’t hear that word. I didn’t move forward in courage, but was in shock, or almost denial. I had hoped for confirmation. And then… I actually forgot, until my surgeon told me two weeks later that we needed to rule out a rare cancer. Intuitively I knew. So when the diagnosis came, I was no longer in shock, but ready to just let Jesus carry me through whatever was to come. I sometimes wonder if there would have been a difference had I just asked my family doctor to have me checked for cancer. I don’t think so, since this doesn’t show up on xrays or ultrasounds. It does show up on the mammogram, but just barely.
I am thankful that I was put in the care of a compassionate surgeon, a man of deep faith. I also have the best oncologist in the province, although we don’t see her as much as we would like. But we have excellent, loving care. I also have not forgotten the promise that Holy Spirit gave me TWICE while sitting in translation row in our very Afrikaans church. This whisper to my heart was given to me very clearly. It was that South Africa is to be the place of my healing. This was before the boils and before the cancer. I thought this was referring to the ailment that I’ve sought God on many times – my osteo-arthritic knees. However, until that healing, I have been given grace upon grace for getting out there with children. And if I can’t come to them, Tony brings them to me. My heart has become huge like Mama Heidi’s when it comes to children. And I bring them something different as I love them – my colouring sheets. This has been allowed in public schools, our little home school, Kinderkerk at Worcester Christian church, our kids clubs, and so many other ministries. Even Hillsong in Somerset West is interested in them, as are our local YWAM base.
To do this all requires courage. I didn’t think I had courage, instead I had an innate stubbornness and faith that if I am assigned something I will continue until it is done. I’ve already had experiences of giving up, as I did with my art for a while. My art became my identity, and while I put it on the altar to give it back to God, I never took it back, until we went to Harvest School. Oh, there were exceptions, but the heart of me left my art for years. Instead, my creativity went into audio production and writing. But every time I saw an artist painting during worship, I wanted to do the same – although I prefer drawing to painting.
When I was at Harvest School, I was determined to do as much as I could during the crazy schedule. Tony did some of my chores so that it could be a little easier for me, but I did all that I could do, from outreach with Mozambican mamas, our time in the bush-bush, sharing my conversion testimony and more. I constantly remembered a prophetic lesson that one of my pastors gave me. His wife learned in the very first Harvest School. He knew that the schedule was tough, although sometimes amazing. Since the school was like a crucible, people either quit or they pushed through in triumph. Heidi often told us, “if you don’t quit, you WIN.” And this is true. But it was Pastor Shawn’s words that rang through my head: “keep your focus forward for what the Father has for you this season.” Courage looks forward. Fear shrinks back. I chose to go forward, even if it was slowly.
This meant going up and down that steep hill on the base. It meant being committed to the classes and ministry as much as possible. There were younger Harvest Schoolers who kept telling me how brave I was. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I was just trying to keep up. And Tony thrived. There were times that I was frustrated at Tony’s slow progress, and then all of a sudden, he bloomed. It was amazing to see the transformation. I had to step back and just let him receive from others, and then see him bloom when we arrived in Western Cape. And then I bloomed in art – first at Harvest School, and even more so when we were in the beautiful kloof where Pomegranite homestead lies. This will always be a special place for me. It was a place of growth, strengthening and letting me act on the courage I had already been given. I was allowed to just draw and draw. With every drawing, I bloomed, so that when it was time to go into the townships, I had energy to spare.
Here in Western Cape, I have been allowed to grow in my assignment with Tony. He has different in skills, but we have the same vision to love kids, and be mentor, uncle, aunt, mom and papa. We know there is more to come, but Holy Spirit has given us both to be comfortable in uncomfortable places. We are white internationals working in a brown township that is full of drugs, drinking and gangs. We are welcome because they know us and know we love their children. We are also internationals in a loving but very Afrikaans church. We are Canadian soujourners in a land not our own, but one that we’ve come to love very deeply. If not for the cancer, we could retire here. That’s despite the violence. However, we will never forget our assignment here. We aren’t afraid to do what God calls us to do… and we’re thankful that we’ve been allowed to hug children, where it would not be allowed in Canada. We’re thankful that we can speak the name of Jesus openly. In Canada we’ll have to find a strategy and opportunities. There will be God moments, there always are. Don’t be afraid to stop for those moments, and battle the fear of man that rises up. That’s something that South Africa has taught us.
Do it now. Time may be more fluid here, but if you’re given the moment to tell someone about Jesus, that’s the time. The way of sharing is uniquely you. For me it’s my art, and then the questions come. Think about how you’re called forward. That takes courage and grit. That’s a gift just to step forward. And then you trust God with the rest… to be uniquely you, but filled with Him. It’s a journey of trust, a journey of faith, of joy and courage.
Don’t shrink back, but push forward. And when the battle is fierce as it is with us right now, just stand and let God fight the battle for you.
by Tony Copple
When serious problems arise (as they do from time to time in all our lives) I am a bit of a stoic. I treat it like I used to deal with a business issue. I look at it as a challenge, for which there is a least-bad solution, try to remain calm and logical, above all don’t make decisions rashly or without advice, try to keep eating healthily so the brain can operate well.
We had both understood that Laurie-Ann was suffering from a rare and painful skin condition, Hidradenitis Suppurativa, and the latest flare up was a carbuncle on her left breast, making it swell, harden, and a deep red colour. There was talk of mastitis and she had tests including ultrasounds (repeated because they weren’t showing anything). Then Dr Arnold Smith decided to do biopsies on the breast. I was in the room and even took a photo of him at work. Laurie-Ann was a model patient, while I was somewhat stressed as he fired what looked and sounded like a staple gun into the not-so-soft flesh.
We had the cancer diagnosis within a couple of days: inflammatory breast cancer. Dr Smith arranged for us to meet oncologist Dr Hanlie du Toit a few days later in the Cape Gate Oncology Centre, an hour away. When we arrived for the appointment she had already studied all the records and confirmed the diagnosis as stage 3B inflammatory ductal breast cancer. Then she designed a chemotherapy program. Her research and planning gave me a strong confidence in her expertise. She even dictated a letter in our presence recommending that L-A not travel back to Canada at this crucial stage. Later we heard that her husband had been murdered a year or so ago and she was keen to leave this violent country.
I called our travel insurance company, Allianz, and told them. They gave us a new claim number and said we should switch expenses from the existing Hidradenitis Suppurativa claim. Months ago Laurie-Ann had planned a few days break from our missionary work in a small Atlantic town called Yzerfontein (and the village of Paternoster). We decided that despite the new situation we were in, we should go as planned. On our first night there, Allianz called and said that since she had cancer, she must be repatriated to Canada immediately, before chemotherapy, which was set for the following Thursday at Cape Gate. They would pay for business class travel, and also for a travel companion, but that could not be her husband! I asked them would they be arranging the chemo and treatment in Canada, and they said ‘No,’ she should check in to an ER on her arrival. After the call I think we were both in shock. Some of those intentions of mine to remain calm and logical were significantly strained. What on earth should we do? L-A had figured out an estimate of the cost of chemotherapy. We had already paid for the pre-chemo tests, including the 4 days hospitalization. Although these amounts are a lot of money, I knew that we could actually fund them over the coming 6 months by redeeming some of the investments on which our retirement depended. L-A said she said she just wasn’t going. She was emphatic. The core reasons were the trauma of the 19 hour flight when she could relapse without the proper medications, and the thought of being alone in Ottawa without a car or her own home and being at the mercy of an ER that would need to start the process from scratch. A secondary issue was that we couldn’t both leave the country in a couple of days without a trail of destruction behind us; I would have to stay. Then the idea came to her that she should stay for the chemo here, but then we would both return to Canada in March 2020 cutting our mission by 7 months. By then we would have had time to arrange for a smooth transition to the Canadian health service, and she would have the surgery plus radiation if necessary there, and be covered for any possible complications arising.
As an ex insurance agent, I did understand Allianz’s position. But it seemed to me they were not taking account of the fact that this particular cancer had arisen so fast that it was an emergency, requiring immediate attention. Also, travel insurance companies repatriate regardless of the quality and cost of medical services in a country. South Africa, in its private hospitals and other medical services including GPs, offers better quality than Canada at significantly lower cost. Our primary motivation in declining Allianz’s repatriation was to expose Laurie-Ann to the minimum risk to her life. I resolved to be by her side throughout whatever may come now. I felt our relationship growing stronger, as I saw her pain and joined her in prayer. I was grateful that we were on this short break, seeing the bursting out of thousands of flowers that the area is famous for. It did both our hearts a lot of good. We would be together on this journey.
We decided to set up a funding plan, inviting our supporters and friends to help fund the treatment that we would not now be able to claim. We have been highly blessed by the response already, with numbers of kind people responding very generously. More recently it has emerged that Allianz may fund some or all of the treatment up to the point that they placed a ‘limitation of benefits’ on the case – meaning no payout for costs subsequent to that. If this proves to be the case, then our financial situation will stabilize, since we have already received sufficient donations to prevent the need for redeeming investment capital at least for the next month. Since we have a significant line of credit secured against our house, redeeming much capital would lead to having to sell the house.
I include these financial details because a cancer diagnosis has significant implications for one’s personal finances. We must balance prudent financial activity with new medical expenses that in our situation will not be covered by insurance. There is no way we are going to pass up ways of reducing risks to Laurie-Ann’s health. Richard Bendall, my friend with Good News Christian Ministries, has the knowledge and experience to help her have the best nutritional leverage, while the latest in chemotherapy science that we are receiving here does the heavy lifting. With a huge amount of prayer and love added to the mix, and the healing power that raised Jesus from the dead, Laurie-Ann and I really have nothing to worry about.
Tomorrow she goes for the second chemo. Nothing would keep me from going with her, even though there is free transport from Worcester. She may now have very little hair after being shaved at Salon Joan on Monday, but my love for her just gets stronger day by day. This illness brings pain and other very unpleasant side effects, but there are good side effects too. The tangible love of so many supporters and prayer warriors is a powerful healing force. Yesterday a group of them held a prayer vigil in St. Paul’s Kanata that we witnessed on YouTube - see the photos above. My involvement in all of this is a rare privilege and just being with her night and day beings joy to me every minute. Anything she wants that I can bring is hers, and with no sense of chore. After 20 years we have learned how to love each other to the full. How good is that!
For info on the our private medical crowdfunding campaign, please visit our medical page (the financial info will be updated after paying for the second treatment and oncology visit):
Three days in the life of a missionary husband in South Africa (Abridged version of recent segments from Tony’s daily African journal)
by Tony Copple
Two of our My Father's House girls ministering with Tony in Boland Hospice. We are so proud of them.
Sat Aug 3, 2019
I (Tony) slept quite well – even though Laurie-Ann was in the hospital. I put on some Vineyard praise music while getting up and breakfasting, and got to YWAM before Soraya came out. At Brandvlei Youth Centre, they weren't expecting us but they were friendly enough. A pastor was having a 1-on-1 with an inmate in the room we use. While we waited around, an inmate called Ali came and chatted. He was serious about his faith. He was in the 8th year of a 10 year sentence and lived in Rawsonville, not far away. Finally men started to come and we set up. In fact 30 arrived, nearly as many as last week. Because we were late, we began with the video - 'Who is the Holy Spirit.' At the end I led them in the song 'We are One in the Spirit,' before a short discussion time. It was excellent. In the afternoon, instead of having our teen Bible class leaders up to our house, I intended to drive round and tell them about L-A's being in hospital, and give them the sandwiches, cake and fruit I had already bought. So I prepared the food and was at Jamelia's shortly after 3. She understood. Bella wasn't home but I left her food with her mother. I also left food for Chantelle, Britney, and Marsha. I prepared my talk on the Bible for the Homeless Church tomorrow and loaded it to my phone. It was based on the Alpha talk on the Bible. In the evening I spent an hour or so with L-A. She was still smiling, but not hearing any useful diagnosis from Dr. Smith yet. I remembered to upload tomorrow's ‘Good News in the Morning podcast.’ In the evening I reorganized the top of L-A's chest of drawers.
Wed Aug 7
LION KING TODAY - with 5 of our MasterPeace Academy kids, in 3D and great sound at Nu Metro. It is beyond me why everyone is not rushing to see it. Long after the children have forgotten much of what they learn in school, they'll remember the Lion King. And so it turned out to be. The children were excited on the way there. They all had a little money, and Paula went and bought a large ice cream cone while I was getting the tickets for 5 children and a senior. They rode the fairground-style cars till I called them towards the cinema, where Paula was not allowed to take her ice cream. Amazingly she accepted that she must throw it away, without crying. Soon we were seated in the almost empty cinema, and wearing 3D glasses. The movie was wonderful, even better than I had expected. I feel sorry for the majority of the world who will watch it on phones and iPads. The 3D cinema experience was spectacular. The children were almost quiet throughout, except they joined in with 'The lion sleeps tonight.' After the film we went to McDonald Mountain Mill (my first visit there) for burgers and cones. They also got balloons, and kept the other guests entertained. It was very windy outside, and Paula let go of her balloon, then chased it half way back to the mall entrance. On the way back to school, I took them to Hooggelegen to see L-A. Getting back into the car, Paula again lost her balloon in the wind, this time for good. The music class ran as I had envisioned it, teaching them to sing 'Can you feel the love tonight.'
Mon Aug 12
At 8:30 and 8:45 I (Tony) was unable to get Dr. Smith's phone to ring. I decided to go to his office after school. There had been only 2 lessons last week due to the Lion King outing and a holiday on Friday. Those lessons (50 and 51) were about the solar system. The children have huge difficulty learning the earth rotates once a day, goes round the sun once a year, and the moon goes round the Earth approximately once a month (actually once every 29 ½ days). Sinegugu seems to find these facts harder to remember than the others, and Paula remembers them the best. In Lesson 51 we learned that the outer planets are huge distances from Earth, as we laid out a ‘toilet paper solar system’ on the floor. After this revision we watched Episode 1 of Carl Sagan’s ‘Cosmos’, from minute 22 to 40, which simulates a visitor from space arriving at the solar system, past the outer planets, asteroids, Mars (in some detail), Venus, and finally the beautiful reality of Earth. Hopefully it cemented some of what we have been learning the past 2 weeks. It was quite well received by the kids, so I'll dip into Cosmos occasionally in the future. In Avian Park in the afternoon, Jamelia and Chantelle were running Mailbox Clubs. Jan had left the ingredients for hearty soup at Jamelia's and Bella's yesterday, but neither of them were cooked up because they had no power. I gave them R10 each so they could have soup tonight. I don't know why both families are at a very low point financially, but there seemed to be several extra adults staying in Jamelia's, and a couple of those were begging from me. I took Jamelia and Chantelle to our house after the clubs to do their homework. Then I drove to Jan's to go through the minutes of the last board meeting with her and see if any actions were being taken. It turned out that there were - quite good progress. Jan asked me to prepare a financial report, as I had a year ago, for the AGM coming up. I returned home, but J and C were not ready to return to their homes. So I went in search of Trevor Daly, the founder of Daly Bread, our favourite bread. Trevor is the brother of Kevin and lives is a corrugated iron-roofed shack near Kevin's large dwelling. His helper Arnold was there when I arrived, who said he hadn't gone far. It turned out he had taken his dog for a walk. We sat outside as the sun went down and I interviewed him about the bread business. It was quite the most unusual interview setting yet, and Trevor was very willing to tell his story. Afterwards I returned home, took the girls home, and prepared for a big day tomorrow. (Legacy Relay, MasterPeace Academy, the doctor, Worcester Radiology and Worcester Christian Church expats dinner).
At 3 I took Jamelia and Chantelle to the hospice, at Chantelle's request 10 days ago. When I stopped at Jamelia's house, she asked me to go inside. Her mother and (step?)father were there and very soon I realized they were asking financial help to do with her schooling, though it was hard for them to explain it in English. When Jamelia was in the car, she told me the details. There is a hostel associated with the school where learners may stay during the week rather than commuting. This would make a tremendous difference to Jamelia, saving travelling time and providing a learning-friendly environment. They have a source of funds for the cost of boarding, but R200 is necessary with the application, which is due by Monday. We picked up Chantelle and soon arrived at the hospice. and they prayed for all the patients, one by one. Both patients and staff responded very positively to them. It touched the hearts of the patients to see two teenagers who cared enough about them to be there. On the way home (of course) they persuaded me to let them come to our house for an hour to do homework that they couldn't do in their overcrowded homes. This ties in with Jamelia's wish to board weekly at school. L-A didn't see them; she was resting. I was preparing tonight's Worcester Report and they didn't get in the way of that. I took them home about 5:30, deliberately dropping Chantelle off first. When she was gone I asked Jamelia if there was a letter from the school asking for the money for the application for the hostel. There was, and when we reached her home she brought it and I photographed it. I then gave her the R200, plus instructions that it could only be used for the application. We trust Jamelia, and if this will significantly help her education, I have peace with it and it was an easy decision. Back home I cooked ostrich burgers, sautéed cabbage and onions and mashed potatoes, and then we listened to Trevor Daly on the CWCP transmission with a beverage or two.
by Laurie-Ann Copple, shared at Britannia Baptist Church, Ottawa, Canada July 7, 2019
Tony shared after L-A and used our old GPS (now owned by Terry and Ellen Orchard) as a story of God`s guidance
Scripture verses: Isaiah 6: 1-8
In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord, high and exalted; seated on a throne; and the train of his robe filled the temple. 2 Above him were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. 3 And they were calling to one another:
“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty;
the whole earth is full of his glory.”
4 At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook and the temple was filled with smoke.
5 “Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King,the Lord Almighty.”
6 Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in his hand, which he had taken with tongs from the altar. 7 With it he touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away and your sin atoned for.” 8 Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
Talk: How many of us really want a divine encounter? I know I do. Sometimes we can have a call like this, and other times our call is more subtle. You may be reading scripture and it seems to jump right into your heart. Or you may have a series of dreams – which was what happened with both Tony and I for South Africa!
Many revivals and mission calls start with a special encounter. Not all do, but some do. I’ve heard of some people who go into missions when they are upset with God. They see a need and ask God, “why don’t you do something?” That’s exactly what Matthew West sings. Just listen to the words from the song, “Do Something:” “I woke up this morning. Saw a world full of trouble now; thought how we'd we ever get so far down, and How's it ever gonna turn around? So I turned my eyes to Heaven. I thought, "God, why don't You do something?" Well, I just couldn't bear the thought of people living in poverty, children sold into slavery. The thought disgusted me. So, I shook my fist at Heaven. And said, "God, why don't You do something?" He said, "I did, I created you!"
Sometimes, this is all it takes for Holy Spirit to nudge our hearts: A song, someone encouraging us in our assignment, or the still small voice of God in our ears.
Whether you have a big or small encounter, don’t ignore it. What is God saying to us in Isaiah 6? He shows us who he is. It’s a PERSONAL encounter with him. Then he gives Isaiah his assignment, which he shares in chapter 7. But this is what the Father says to us: “Who will go for me?” This is when we have the opportunity to say along with Isaiah, “Here I am Lord, send me!” The Lord heals and equips you. He invites you on the journey of preparing you.
In my case, my preparation took time. My first short term mission was in Kenya, where I worked with Somali refugees and Kenyans. Kenya was my first African country, and I’ve loved Africa ever since – in Kenya, Ghana, Sierra Leone, Mozambique, Botswana and South Africa. I was sent on nine short missions, and Tony two. I wanted more but I had to wait for us to go to missionary school until Tony retired. Meanwhile, I met an amazing lady named Heidi Baker, and later, her husband Rolland. They both minister with intense love. I was drawn to her. I met her briefly in 2010 at a women’s conference. One night she spoke on missions, and called more missionaries to serve the Lord to reach out to the poor. I went to the altar and said ‘yes.’ The next morning, I remember I worshipped the Lord and sang some special songs that I loved. My eyes were closed and I was intent on loving Jesus.
Then I sensed the presence of Jesus so strongly, that I just had to open my eyes. Heidi Baker stood beside me, smiling at me. She held a bouquet of roses. She gave me a hug, a kiss and the roses. And then, she was off towards the front of the church. I was shocked. Heidi’s assistant told me that she was led to go right to me. I wondered for years what this moment actually meant. I wanted to ask Heidi when I saw her at her mission school in Mozambique. I finally clued that Heidi and I were having a divine appointment. Heidi calls this stopping for the one. She is led to the right people to bless at just the right time. And in that moment, I was ‘the one’ being blessed. It was like Jesus wanted me to know what it’s like to receive his love this way; especially since Tony and I were to stop for the one as a lifestyle. This means we stop for the one all the time – wherever we are! This is the best and easiest way to do missions, with whatever you have on hand. This could be some food, a cup of tea, or in my case, flowers.
Tony has his own missions call story – he took his time, but once he got his own call, he was in step with me. He even ran on ahead and began stopping for the one everywhere. Holy Spirit tugged on his heart and he goes into the local hospice. He befriends and prays for the patients. Tony’s known a man named Moses for over a year now. Moses was hit by a truck and is in a wheelchair. He’s always happy to spend time with Tony. One day Moses asked Tony if he’s paid to come visit. Imagine Moses’ surprise when Tony said, “no, we’re volunteer missionaries.” South Africans do not pay us.
Our call together began with little ministries here in Ottawa, where we ran the Alpha Course in many places, including the prison. We also did radio shows together on CKCU. But then Tony had a dream in Mozambique that began the confirmations of our current assignment. In the dream, I had a baby. I remember Tony waking me up and telling me. A baby is a symbol of God birthing something new: a new ministry, a new home, a new season. Tony could not see the baby in the dream; he was distracted. So I prayed and asked God to give me the dream. He did this the next day, right during worship. The answer was like a little movie inside my mind’s eye. I saw myself go up to the baby’s cradle, and the baby was black at first. Then the baby kept changing colour. I had no idea what that meant, but we did feel a pull towards South Africa. Tony continued to have dreams, as did I. We shared these with the couple who later became our supervisors in South Africa. Johan and Marie are familiar with dreams and Marie has the gift of dream interpretation. Yet it was Johan who laughed when I told him about the baby dream. He said, “did you know that South Africa has a nickname? We’re called the ‘rainbow nation.’ The rainbow baby is the rainbow nation. You are called HERE.”
Since then we haven’t looked back, except to see that we’ve been prepared for South Africa for a long time. God is faithful. During our initial outreach three years ago, I was given a strong impression of the people God wanted us to reach out to the most. These were the neglected Cape Malay children of the townships. The townships are like the worst neighbourhoods in town. These kids are the fatherless and the poor. They are left alone while their single moms try to make ends meet. Or their adult family members work in the vineyards.
What does love look like to these kids? Love to these kids looks like time, sandwiches, fruit, cold drinks and tea. It looks like our hugs, time and wi-fi. Love to the young teens looks like equipping them to run Bible studies for younger children. It also means weekly discipleship, so they could be leaders, but still be allowed be kids, to grow in our love and our time with them.
Missions legacy is about multiplication. We can’t reach out to those around us alone. We are a growing team together. We tried to run after school kids clubs that got bigger and bigger. Some kids just came for the food. But there were days when we had 80 kids. They didn’t speak English well. We needed help. Jesus tells us that many labourers are called – but not everyone says yes. Because of this, not many are chosen. To be chosen, all it takes is a yes.
We were then led to another ministry that helped us train up our teen helpers. These teens were to lead smaller groups of these kids. The teens became Bible study leaders. They are becoming missionaries in their own community. The kids love it. The teens love it. And we love it.
When we were at mission school, Heidi told us of a dream where the mission field was on the ocean, and that she had a tiny net. Then she saw more people with nets, but they weren’t yet connected together. These people were different ministries, churches and missionaries. But there was room for more – and all the nets were meant to connect together. All of us are needed to pick up an edge of the net.
How can we do this? It doesn’t have to be hard. Ask God to set up divine appointments where the people are ready for you to share. It also means to use your skills for God. He will use everything. Tony teaches science and music. He fixes things, I do bookkeeping and teach art. We sing songs and love children. And they love to colour my drawings. We’re making a colouring book. I draw during worship, and these drawings are special ways to share worship with troubled kids. When they colour them in, they are also worshipping Jesus. I had a little picture from the Holy Spirit five years ago that I would teach African children about art. This part of the ministry has grown like a big garden. You can see some of those drawings today if you like.
Now here’s the big question. What if you feel the Holy Spirit calling you? Yet you think you are poor and needy yourself? That’s what’s amazing. Missions work even better then! God ministers through your story. You have overcome, and when you reach out, He stretches your ability. He gives you so much grace. You can do things you never would have imagined. And you feel joy as you’re doing it. Your trust in God grows – since his kindness and faithfulness are always, always there. And if you’re weak, or sick, God helps you with that too. People see the peace you have in hard times. They want that too. Don’t be surprised when they ask the reason why you have such peace or love!
It’s all about where God has called you. Not all of us are called overseas. Some are called right here. Some are called to their families for a time. Others can go for short-term missions, which is always good. You could even be called to go with Pastor Terry to Malawi and love on the children there.
And even for long-term missionaries like us, this is a specific assignment. We likely won’t be in South Africa for the rest of our lives, although we are willing.
But - where does God want you? Ask him. Be still in your heart and seek him. Holy Spirit will show you.
(Prayer) Lord Jesus, thank you for these dear people in this church. I ask for you to open their eyes and ears. Some are called right here in Britannia to be your helpers. We need you in this area. Some may be called away for a time. We thank you for your ministry assignments. We thank you for your provision for these as well as our everyday needs. You are our perfect papa and you’re faithful. Deepen your love in our hearts, so that we can walk and grow in it every day. Come Holy Spirit and fill your people. In Jesus’ name, Amen.
Tony and Laurie-Ann Copple (usually Laurie-Ann)
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