Yeoville Prayer Walk Report Back
On Saturday 10 May we enjoyed an eye-opening trip to Mayfair/Fordsburg as we walked the streets, calling on God to open doors to the Gospel in this area.
Here is a report back from one of the participants, Kairos graduate Yvette Vermaak.
On Saturday, the 10th we went to Mayfair to join the Kairos team on our prayer walk. We had such a blessed time and would like to share a little bit with you…
We parked our car at the Oriental Plaza and as we were on our way to meet some of the team at the Dosa Hut, we passed two women with their three children; all dressed in typical black Muslim dresses and headscarves, sitting on the pavement begging for money. Somehow they were put on our hearts and we knew we had to return to them, but were not sure about what we should do.
After greeting the team, we started walking in a westerly direction through the flea market, with all its rich aromas, sounds and sights. We stopped and watched a man clean a coconut with a machete in a matter of seconds, a whole trolley full of coconuts, which seemed popular with the locals. We carried on past a newly refurbished building, now a new Muslim mosque and offices and we started praying even more fervently that somehow Jesus’ light will shine for them to see.
Just before Gatti’s, the ice cream shop, I noticed a metal bridge, which I’ve never seen before in over 30 years, which just showed me how different it is walking an area, than driving. As we crossed the bridge three men tried to sell us three beautiful pot plants, being quite desperate to earn some money for the day. Having barely passed the railway bridge, we turned the next corner and met Girly and Bobby, two dogs belonging to a lady sitting leisurely in the sun chatting with her friend. The moment we mentioned their names, they were all ears and eyes, very interested in seeing what they might score, with Bobby apparently being the naughty one.
The next beautiful sight we saw was a tree with a big belly in the middle of its stump, so we nicknamed it the ‘pregnant tree’. By now we saw the most beautiful autumn leaves falling and lying all over, big Jaka’s (a type of plant) on the pavement and we suddenly were made aware of nature, God’s beautiful creation, even in a not so nice, dirty, run-down area. It was as if He was showing Himself to us, while we were walking and praying. God letting us know ‘I AM here’.
At this point we turned south and noticed an old building in the main street, with a front wall going up and ending in a curved triangle and in the top middle an oval with a plastered-type flat figurine, which looked like a friar in his typical robe. We wondered how many people actually take notice of this sight in this hectic, busy road.
We continued south and entered the Somali and Nigerian populated areas, still carrying on praying for their salvation. At this point we criss-crossed south-east through a park, seeing some people busy preparing a place for them to sleep, as the sun was slowly making its way down. Extreme poverty contrasted with extreme affluence just around the next corner in the form of a multi-million rand Muslim mosque and madrassa school.
Here we turned east and made our way to the next block over, to the small Anglican Church right in the middle of Mayfair. To our joyous amazement, the gates were open and we strolled in with the hope of being able to pray inside the Church. Inside the foyer we noticed to the left a room with a circle of people having a meeting. We were met by a very friendly lady, immediately sharing the fact that they’ve, just at that moment, experienced a breakthrough in their meeting about the future of the Church and the resistance they’ve been experiencing from within and outside the Church. What an Amazing God we serve! From our side we shared about the prayer walk and promised to continue to pray for them, being right on the frontline of the spiritual battle. Xenophobia was mentioned, preventing some of the African people to return to the church and a request for a guitarist to enable them to liven up the music a bit for the younger crowd was made. Outside in the garden we saw a beautiful wooden cross and in front of it a rock with the words painted “He is risen”. We prayed on a nearby bench under a big old tree.
Now heading due east, just before we turned the corner to pass the ‘nuts shop’, we were met with a sight of hundreds, if not thousands of pigeons sitting on the electric and telephone cables, all stringed in with not a centimetre to spare, and the rest on a nearby factory roof, basking in the late afternoon sun. At this stage praying and thanking God for this miraculous and blessed afternoon and just realizing how amazing it had been thus far. We thank Him for using us in such a way and know that all our prayers will be answered. All glory and honour be to Him!
We took a turn and headed back north-east to the Dosa hut, where we saw a sign for freshly squeezed sugar cane juice. Remembering our younger days of buying sugar cane on the south coast and the subsequent process of chewing and spitting, we decided to try it out before heading back to the car. Thanks to a hand-operated heavy metal press and one long sugar cane imported from Zimbabwe, within less than a minute we had a polystyrene cup full of sugar cane juice, something that would have taken us days to chew threw.
Then, finally came our reunion with the Muslim beggar moms with their kids. Sorry about the fact that we didn’t have any tracts with us, we spotedt a bakery across the street and decided to buy some bread with chicken filling, cold drink and chips for the kids. We handed it to them, with the words ‘Jesus Christ is the true Bread of life and this is Him providing for you’…