Team AUSSOME has arrived! After a testing 24 hours of travel, we landed five days ago. I took the first opportunity to put my feet in the Tasman Sea (part of the South Pacific). So far it feels as if we died and went to paradise.
A curious oddity of the travel is we will never experience Friday, 4th March. It’s just gone. The timezone shift wiped it from existence. Taken together with wandering beautiful beaches, Aussie accents and the weird time zone anomaly, it feels as if we’re living in our very own episode of Lost.
Since we landed five days ago at Sydney, we travelled south to Nowra. We’re based here until Friday, then we fly to Melbourne for the remainder of the trip. So far we’ve spent time connecting with churches and speaking about the father’s heart. One church we visited was on the edge of the beach. We can learn so much from them… Church. On a beach. Heaven. On. Earth.
In fact, this morning we surfed the Lord at another beach. We’ll be sharing on honour later with the a local youth ministry, and tomorrow we’ll be working with a homeless ministry. Some of our other plans are to launch a short school, further outreaches to different communities, as well as sharing what we’ve been learning with local churches, more youth ministries and schools.
I want to mention Peter and Meg Dover, pastors of Salt Ministries in Nowra, to you. They have tirelessly served us and enabled us to do everything here. They opened up their church, their home, they fed us, they taught how to surf and they’ve shown us what it looks like to be full of character and grace. These two have paid a huge price to be where they are today and we feel so privileged to spend our time with them. I’m hard pressed to think of two kinder, more down-to-earth people.
Revealing the father
One quick testimony. On Sunday, one of our team, Kerri, spoke on the father’s heart. During the ministry time we forgave our earthly fathers for how they fell short of revealing our heavenly father. Afterwards, Kerri spoke with a girl of about ten years, and her step father. It transpired that Julie’s [not her real name] biological father was abusive, threatening her and her family through early childhood. Later a family friend filled in some of the gaps. Not only was her father abusive, but he took his life in front of Julie. After a hellish childhood and a life through the foster care system, Julie had known very little of what a good father looks like. She chose to forgive her dad, and after some prayer she experienced something she’d not felt before: freedom from her pain and trauma. She said she felt a lot better now, actually happy now — a far cry from how she experienced life before.
Follow the adventure
Follow our photos on Instagram with #teamAUSSOME and keep your eyes posted on our school blog for more updates from our team. You can pray for us that the father’s love would be powerfully poured out through our time here. Nothing would be better.
Blog written by Will Law