The Mighty Men conference started with a BANG. Myself and friend Gideon decided on 99 to attend the meeting, as Oom Angus would call it. We arrived at the blue camp with a funny looking car tent, a broken gas braai and some chops… Not to mention the half case of NON-alcoholic beers.

Personally I was a bit, whats the word,  Not “lus” for this whole men gathering as my mind hovered over WORK. Doing business in April is just an exhausting exercise. With all these public and school holidays its just a difficult time to do business. I am sure some of you might relate to my PAIN . 

The first meeting, we just made in time and knowing Gideon he wanted front row seats. So it was a battle to get in front to see Angus. We managed to get up, close and personal. Once we settled down in the pathway we were ready to get some SOUL FOOD.

Personally I have read one of Angus’s day piece books and wasn’t really blown away. I just compared him with all the other evangelists out there with a great way of sharing the gospel.

Ok, then this elderly man, not sure how old Oom Angus is started to tell us story after story and using THE WORD/Bible as reference. Something Jesus would do to attract the crowds. Once he got on a roll, my attention was all his and I could feel the HOLY SPIRIT working in me, making me understand the preach.

Wow, my heart went open instantly, tears started flowing as if it was set on a timer. My eyes went open again and I noticed that Jesus never left me, but I left him.

The feeling of +- 300 000 fellow believers just gave me that ARMY feeling. When the roar of AMEN soars across the mountains one can only get goosebumps. WOW, GOD IS GREAT. The everyday life has really broken me down and in actual fact distant me from JESUS and his Word. Being a new born Christian, I really felt ashamed when I started the weekend. How many times do I need to give my heart to Jesus? The answer only came to me at the end of the weekend. I realized that the answer was only, once. For years I punished myself for always diverting from the right path, always falling of the wagon. I was my worst enemy, guilt, the devels best friend kept me away of repenting my sins. AND GUESS what. I made truths with the LORD.

I made a deal with God. I needed to get back in the Rat Race, but not without my willingness to learn his Word like never before. My plans to slow down and listen more has become a priority, to be the man in my legion, in my marriage and spread the Gospel.

Why work so hard on earth and not prepare yourself for a life of eternity in Heaven. Why burn in hell, why would you want to smell the worsts smells ever and bare the unbelievable pain for eternity? Well, I would like to make GOD happy, I would like to be a soldier for my Savior. This can only be done through lifestyle and believing. I am sure we’re having a bunch of skeptics reading this and thinking WILLIE… NOOOOOO. . One thing I noticed is that living a life dedicated to Jesus, is no boring life. In fact, its a blessed life, a full life. Jesus died for your sins, why not give Him what he asks for and get blessed in the meantime. Its actually a win win situation.

Ok, back to my story. I was told that the weekend was a rainy one, and so it was… Except when the fellowship was meeting with OUR KING. This is why I know I am serving a living GOD, not allah, nor budha, nor elvis could have done this… I SERVE A REAL GOD! Men where healed of heart attacts, unfortunately for the man who lost his life when driving back… But let me tell you, God wanted his child to go Home.

The camp ended with a feeling of TRUST, LOVE and BELIEVE. Looking at South Africa, I am not worried at all anymore. Jesus will put in my path, what I can handle. I need to slow down, share and live as I am told by his Gospel.

Thanks for taking the time in reading this, I wanted to write a book… But I am no speller, nor writer. Feel free to contact me if you wish to chat about the camp. 082 586 6734.

And lets start  sharing the Gospel.

AMEN