Sitting on a hill

I had the privilege today of "sitting on a hill". Time out to worship, breathe, focus, feel, touch, sense and live. To listen to the whispers of God again midst the shouts of life. To remove myself from the throne of my heart and offer it to my Creator and Lover and Redeemer and Friend. 

And what were the whispers that I heard? I think the first word I heard was "hope". Hope that is for me. And, while I am sitting on this hill, I hear the word "hope" whispered in the breeze that ruffles the trees of our city, Cape Town. It's a caress, and not a blow. 

Did you know that Cape Town was first called "Camissa" or "place of sweet waters" in the Khoi San language?  Read more about it here: http://www.capetownmagazine.com/cape-towns-underground-tunnels 

When I listen to my city, what do I hear? Tears and weeping and fear. The response from heaven? "Comfort, comfort my people. Speak tenderly to them."

So how do I speak to my city? How should I react to the people that I come across who live in my city? In the murk and the fear and division... I take up the call to speak hope as a caress and a promise of real love, offer comfort, speak tenderly always, give kindness, make friends across racial barriers, see the person and not the situation as the person.

We're called to be a City on a Hill which is full of light and salt... "the people walking in darkness have seen a great light".

<Like SALT, God, let who I am be a valuable currency to my city, friends, community. Let me be a preserver. And let me be a light bringer in word and in deed. Let me live in hope, destiny and truth. Let me prophesy hope, destiny and truth. And may you, Cape Town, walk in hope, destiny and truth.>