I First Encountered Jesus
Update: We are pleased to welcome Caryl Moll to the blogging team. Caryl is a member of the congregation who is a talented writer and experienced blogger bringing her gift of observation and reflection on how God reveals Himself through daily life, especially through His amazing creation. We will now be regularly featuring blogs from Caryl amongst the pastors' blogs and posts from other guest authors. Since it is no longer just the pastors writing blog posts, our blog is now titled the "NHCF Blog" to acknowledge this greater breadth of collaboration. If you have a story or reflection you would like to share we'd love to feature them. Please send any submissions to graham@thenewharvest.org.zaA Nostalgic Reflection by Caryl MollI first encountered Jesus before I ever knew I had.I was born into my very own Eden – a small farm nestled in the lush Limpopo valley. My parents were busy people and took their task to provide for our family very seriously. This allowed me time to explore the vast rolling fields, the thick bush, the resident wild animals and the beautiful mountains that hedged us all in. It was the perfect setting to discover my risen Lord although I didn’t understand it fully at the time.I first encountered Jesus in the lay of the African landscape; the wonderful vistas; the sunrises; the sunsets and the wonderful views from the branches of high trees. I knew I had a special place in it all. I walked endlessly, climbed rocks and trees and mountains. I relished my childlike freedom and sang freely.I first encountered Jesus as I lay on the rough lawn outside our home and took in the glorious expanse of the sky. And I marvelled at the bright stars, the moon and the works of God’s fingers. Who was I that He was mindful of me? And the comet that came to visit but was so far away that it was hardly visible. God had given me a glimpse into the magnitude of our galaxy. I first encountered Jesus in the early morning dew – where silver droplets hung from a million grass fronds and His sunlight sparkled through their fragile frames adding sustenance to the ecosystem.I first encountered Jesus in the grasshoppers that I caught. I felt the pulse of life as I clasped them tightly and giggled as they pushed against my palm. Like me, they also wanted their freedom. I marvelled at the termites that I hunted; at the honey that I harvested and at the strawberries I stole from my father’s orchard. It was all so beautifully designed and it was God that did it!I first encountered Jesus in the little bean garden that I grew; where I was able to reap the fruits of my efforts and sample their flavours. In this, I understood what it meant to nurture and labour.I first encountered Jesus in the rustling wind that sang psalms through the tin roof of our farmhouse; and in the crazy thunderstorms that…
