<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:01:21.934+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siedling Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-4859915836005128877</id><published>2010-08-26T14:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T14:08:58.465+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have not written on this site for 3 months now, but I figured I would give an update.&amp;nbsp; The family and I have moved back to the States and are now waiting on the arrival of our 5th and most likely final member of the family.&amp;nbsp; God has worked everything out from giving us a place to stay to finding me a GREAT job.&amp;nbsp; We were sad to leave the field in Africa, but excited about the plans that he has for us here.&amp;nbsp; I want to remind everyone that there is still work to be done in South Africa and to continue praying for evryone who is still there.&amp;nbsp; Zach and Given are continuing the church that was started in Dobsonville and leading some amazing Bible studies.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I will get the chance to go see everyone this Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, take care and I will keep you posted on the new adventures in South Carolina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4859915836005128877?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4859915836005128877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4859915836005128877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4859915836005128877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-home.html' title='Back Home'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-7794776718269872296</id><published>2010-05-22T16:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:17:17.919+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping on the Vaal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fjIdu3j0I/AAAAAAAAALE/Nwpz9gWe91w/s1600/SDC10797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fjIdu3j0I/AAAAAAAAALE/Nwpz9gWe91w/s200/SDC10797.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Just got back in from a killer couple of days camping with my friends Trent, Amber, and Zach on the Vaal River. &amp;nbsp;It's great to get away from the city and into the “wild” of Africa. &amp;nbsp;Of course most of the time it feels like you are camping back home until you look into the trees and realize they are full of monkeys. &amp;nbsp;Then you know you're not in South Carolina anymore. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fkDaopQNI/AAAAAAAAALM/bysS-VnGpkY/s1600/SDC10795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fkDaopQNI/AAAAAAAAALM/bysS-VnGpkY/s200/SDC10795.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;It's winter here so the nights are very cold. &amp;nbsp;It was just above freezing which is something that I never associated with Africa before I arrived here, but it gets quite cold around where we live. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, the days are perfect with temperatures in the 70's. &amp;nbsp;We took the fly tackle and gear this time and had a blast wading into the Vaal River and trying our best to catch some Yellow Fish. &amp;nbsp;We didn't have any luck, but had a great time trying to stay up in the rapids and not sinking above our heads in the river.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_flbHRSF3I/AAAAAAAAALU/V76-wEgvZeM/s1600/SDC10817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_flbHRSF3I/AAAAAAAAALU/V76-wEgvZeM/s200/SDC10817.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Thanks to Trent and Amber we had amazing meals. &amp;nbsp;I usually go camping with hamburgers and hotdogs, but not these guys. &amp;nbsp;We had lamb shoulder, boerwurst, &amp;nbsp;chicken kabobs, pork rashers, and much more. &amp;nbsp;It was great!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fmkoToLtI/AAAAAAAAALc/Y7MjWV1D6tk/s1600/SDC10838.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fmkoToLtI/AAAAAAAAALc/Y7MjWV1D6tk/s200/SDC10838.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Before we left we spent time baiting the monkeys with fruit so they would come in closer for some photo opportunities. &amp;nbsp;They cooperated, we took pictures, and no one got mauled by monkeys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times-Roman; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-7794776718269872296?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7794776718269872296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/camping-on-vaal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7794776718269872296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7794776718269872296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/05/camping-on-vaal.html' title='Camping on the Vaal'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S_fjIdu3j0I/AAAAAAAAALE/Nwpz9gWe91w/s72-c/SDC10797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-8562695569565683659</id><published>2010-05-11T19:11:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T19:30:06.194+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I work up at 5am to head into Soweto for a 7am funeral.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know you had to get up so early to bury someone, but evidently you do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Funerals here are somewhat like ones back home, but different at the same time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was somewhat organized with a program and order of events.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Basically, there was a speaker, then a song, a speaker, then a song, a speaker, then a song, a speaker, then a song, etc… for about two and a half hours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was actually quite nice, but a little long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was one of two white guys there and honored to have the chance to pray and share a bit of the gospel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, that was part one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then you go to part two in the program, which occurs at the burial site.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was very sad to go to the cemetery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There were fresh graves everywhere because there is so much sickness and death in this area.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At least six funerals were going on at the same time ours was and on our way out others were coming for additional funerals for the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8m5u2NO0QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-c9M7DEKdZ4/s1600/IMG_0329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8m5u2NO0QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-c9M7DEKdZ4/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Men and women were pretty much separated with the women and family seated or near the tent and the men around the burial plot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unlike the burial plots that I have seen these did not include a vault in the ground.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There were only holes dug into the ground, at least 10 feet deep.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The body was in a casket much like ours, but with a plastic or glass covering over the face so you could see the body without opening the casket.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Before burial this covering was sealed with a wooden attachment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The casket was wrapped in a blanket and lowered into the ground, then the family tossed dirt onto the casket, and finally the men filled the hole with dirt.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to see how the community all helped to bury the man and showed such respect for him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It made me think about how quickly we do things in the states and do not always take the time to show respect for those who have passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then returned to the family home to find a line around the home waiting for the family to return and the meal to begin.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unlike the states where church members and friends provide food for the family, in Africa the family provides food for those who attend the funeral.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Something, I do not think I will ever understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Standing at that cemetery, I think I realized for the first time since arriving in Africa how blessed I am. &amp;nbsp;To have been born into the loving Christian family that I have and the country that I know and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4489794834561651699?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4489794834561651699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/african-funeral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4489794834561651699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4489794834561651699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/african-funeral.html' title='African Funeral'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8m5u2NO0QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/-c9M7DEKdZ4/s72-c/IMG_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-4019456017873992746</id><published>2010-04-16T20:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:50:21.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>African Culture Shock (Not Really)</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8ixJ-UVGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oQLS4V6iGLY/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8ixJ-UVGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oQLS4V6iGLY/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, yesterday Given and I were ministering to a woman who lost her husband.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;During our visit Given volunteered my services as “pastor” to receive the body into her home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Today I met Given there and did what I was recruited to do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a great experience and extremely enlightening in the area of African culture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I arrived at quarter to four and met with the woman.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was grateful that I had come.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Promptly at four the body arrived from the funeral home, which is very odd since African time usually involves things running extremely late.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I met the body and pall bearers and led the procession into the home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Here they take the body into the bedroom and spend the night with the deceased person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I greeted the family in the name of Jesus and shared from John 14.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Following this I explained the passage and prayed for the family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This went well and it was very nice to share God’s word with those that I had only met recently.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We then went outside and noticed that there was a cow tied up outside.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was a bit worried knowing that many sacrifice animals at funerals in ancestral worship.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, this cow was being butchered for food for the guests of the funeral.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, I was able to witness this activity and even asked to join in by my dear friend Given.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Fortunately, I wore my suit and did not get to get my hands dirty.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It’s strange to me how people in this area have so little and yet culturally they are expected to provide so much for their guests.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The cow cost nearly $1000.00 US and is being prepared for those who attend the funeral.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Much different from the covered dish lunch that we have back home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am happy that God gave me the opportunity to share his word this evening and for allowing me to experience the African life and culture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4019456017873992746?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4019456017873992746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/african-culture-shock-not-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4019456017873992746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4019456017873992746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/african-culture-shock-not-really.html' title='African Culture Shock (Not Really)'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S8ixJ-UVGvI/AAAAAAAAAKM/oQLS4V6iGLY/s72-c/IMG_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-7825963093760700189</id><published>2010-04-08T17:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T17:18:03.589+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Soccer Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S73zMo0LPUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NI2E_ZSgri8/s1600/IMG_0269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S73zMo0LPUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NI2E_ZSgri8/s200/IMG_0269.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today the team went into Soweto and had a great day of ministry. &amp;nbsp;We began the morning with visiting and had a couple of nice visits, meeting parents of the kids we work with during the week in Girls Club and Soccer Club. &amp;nbsp;It's great to meet parents who are so happy that you are taking the time to spend working with their children. &amp;nbsp;It was nice to begin building relationships through this ministry and we hope that it continues to grow the Bible Studies in the area and hopefully a church within the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following our visiting time we went to an open field and set up cones to mark off a soccer pitch. &amp;nbsp;As soon as we got there kids came out of every nook and cranny. &amp;nbsp;It doesn't take much to get the kids out of bed, just a soccer ball and a few white guys. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, we had a blast playing with the kids and sharing a story from the Bible with them during half time. &amp;nbsp;God is so good and gives us so many opportunities to share his word and have fun at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-7825963093760700189?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7825963093760700189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/holiday-soccer-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7825963093760700189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7825963093760700189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/holiday-soccer-club.html' title='Holiday Soccer Club'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S73zMo0LPUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/NI2E_ZSgri8/s72-c/IMG_0269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-4955191148942889683</id><published>2010-04-03T15:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:04:48.274+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Ocean Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oV2O8JNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U_ePcFk3pLE/s1600/SDC10549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oWuSYp-9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/64rNgog3LV4/s1600/SDC10548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oWuSYp-9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/64rNgog3LV4/s200/SDC10548.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oV2O8JNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U_ePcFk3pLE/s1600/SDC10549.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oV2O8JNiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U_ePcFk3pLE/s200/SDC10549.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mammy came to visit and we traveled to the Indian Ocean for the first time. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty amazing. &amp;nbsp;Africa is so different from province to province. &amp;nbsp;The water was blue in Umhlanga, where we stayed, and the girls loved the waves. &amp;nbsp;They were a little rough however for me to take them out too far. &amp;nbsp;We also went to a water park and to the what I think is the biggest mall in the Southern hemisphere. &amp;nbsp;Pretty cool, with a climbing wall, indoor surfing, an IMAX and more shops than you could get to in a day. &amp;nbsp;Isabel and I went to see How to Train Your Dragon there and had a blast. &amp;nbsp;On the way home we went through the Midlands Meander and saw many small shops and farms. &amp;nbsp;We stopped at a farm had a cheese tasting and bought some fresh cheeses. &amp;nbsp;We also went to a candle dipping place where the girls made their own candles. &amp;nbsp;The ride home was beautiful until the rain began, but we made it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7c_JHP5zTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fTEw2n1xrOA/s1600/IMG_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7c_JHP5zTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/fTEw2n1xrOA/s200/IMG_0238.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4955191148942889683?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4955191148942889683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/indian-ocean-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4955191148942889683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4955191148942889683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/04/indian-ocean-trip.html' title='Indian Ocean Trip'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S7oWuSYp-9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/64rNgog3LV4/s72-c/SDC10548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-1756977722829982680</id><published>2010-03-09T19:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:43:37.159+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaya and Poppy Come to Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S5aIf_MfNYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3XXlr9sFkL0/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="78" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S5aIf_MfNYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3XXlr9sFkL0/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week was great!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mom and Dad came to South Africa for a surprise visit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well we knew Dad was coming, but Mom surprised us at the airport.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We took Isabel and Kylie to pick up a “package” at the airport.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They were clueless as to the real reason that we were going.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When Poppy came out I said, “There’s your package.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They looked around and never saw a box and kept asking, “Where is the package?”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I said, “That man has it.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Isabel took a long hard look, and then said in a confused tone, “Poppy?” and then they both ran to him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was great!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The next thing you know, Yaya is coming out to surprise us all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We spent the entire week together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Got the chance to show them a little bit of where we live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went to the Lion and Rhino Park, to Soweto, and to a few of our favorite places to eat.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The day before they left Dad and I went to play golf at the Soweto Country Club.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s kind of strange to have it in the middle of Soweto, but a lot of fun. Pretty straight, but very long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Especially when you hit into the jungle, I mean rough, on each of your second shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was hard to let them go, but we look forward to their next visit in June.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never thought they would come twice, but they are proving me wrong. Great parents and wonderful grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-1756977722829982680?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1756977722829982680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/yaya-and-poppy-come-to-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/1756977722829982680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/1756977722829982680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/yaya-and-poppy-come-to-town.html' title='Yaya and Poppy Come to Town'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S5aIf_MfNYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/3XXlr9sFkL0/s72-c/IMG_0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-5523913380446960634</id><published>2010-02-22T11:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:10:13.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry in Soweto</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Great story of ministry in Soweto and some of the strange things we encounter here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t be alarmed it’s just life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, about a week ago Georgia and I began our ministry in Dobsonville.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were beginning to recruit people to help us with interpreting as we witness and for soccer clubs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our team leader asked us to help him out and go speak to a man who has been coming to church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My plan was to talk to him, share the gospel, see if he was saved, and if he was, then I would talk to him about baptism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Georgia and I arrived at his home where he and his girlfriend live.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;OK, that is how it is here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s strange, but that’s how it is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We shared the gospel and how to study the Bible and things like that, but never got a clear answer as to if he was saved or not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The girlfriend in the background kept saying he needs help, etc… and I thought they were going to throw down any minute.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, we continued talking and I decided to explain baptism anyway just to make sure that they all understood what it was about and that the act of baptism did not actually save you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We went through all of that and prayed together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After leaving his home, we were going to set up some final arrangements with schools and he asked if he could come along.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, we all left together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the way to the school, he asked if we could stop buy to see his friends and prove to them that he is going to church, because they didn’t believe him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We pulled up to this house and noticed it was quite busy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We followed him to the side yard (kind of an alley) and his friends came out to meet us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In their hands were some interesting looking cigarettes, that didn’t quite smell like cigarettes either.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;One guy stuck his lit “cigarette” in his pocket when he saw me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was actually pretty funny.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, I began to tell them who we were and began to share the gospel with them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I was doing so, people kept coming into the shack in the back and left with plastic bags.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, it seems Georgia and I were sharing the gospel in the middle of multiple drug deals.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess God really can use you anywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-5523913380446960634?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5523913380446960634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ministry-in-soweto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5523913380446960634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5523913380446960634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/ministry-in-soweto.html' title='Ministry in Soweto'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-4856019951705542265</id><published>2010-02-22T10:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:50:21.781+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugby and Soccer in the Same Weekend</title><content type='html'>So, as far as sports go they are just as crazy about them here as we are in the states. &amp;nbsp;Fortunately they have very cool sports. &amp;nbsp;Luckily, this weekend I had the chance to see my two favorite here in South Africa. &amp;nbsp;A Rugby match on Friday night and a Soccer match on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JEF0xOOZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AaUbs6GEAI4/s1600-h/rugby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JEF0xOOZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AaUbs6GEAI4/s200/rugby.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty amazing match on Friday between the Lions (Joburg Team) and the Chiefs. &amp;nbsp;It turned out to be the highest scoring game ever in the history of the Super 14 league. &amp;nbsp;We of course left early when our team, the Lions, were losing 65 to 25 or something like that with 20 minutes to go. &amp;nbsp;Of course when we got home we saw that the final was 72 to 65. &amp;nbsp;We still lost, but those last 20 minutes would have been amazing to see! &amp;nbsp;Anyway, for my first professional rugby match it was pretty awesome, except for Kurt thinking the game began at 7 when it really began at 8. &amp;nbsp;Well, the two hours we had to kill before the game talking and eating were fun. &amp;nbsp;By the way I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Prego Steak Rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JEhSda0MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m84Q9qVELnA/s1600-h/soweto+soccer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JEhSda0MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/m84Q9qVELnA/s200/soweto+soccer.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, Saturday was the big Soweto Darby between the Kaiser Chiefs and the Orlando Pirates. &amp;nbsp;The stadium was packed and we were about half of the total white population in the stadium. &amp;nbsp;The game was full on with everyone trying to score. &amp;nbsp;Too bad no one could hit the net. &amp;nbsp;Maybe, one day I will actually see a goal scored in South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go Lions and Go Pirates!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4856019951705542265?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4856019951705542265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/rugby-and-soccer-in-same-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4856019951705542265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4856019951705542265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/rugby-and-soccer-in-same-weekend.html' title='Rugby and Soccer in the Same Weekend'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JEF0xOOZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/AaUbs6GEAI4/s72-c/rugby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-2383299661549916768</id><published>2010-02-22T10:32:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T10:34:02.219+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Full of Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING - OVER 18 ONLY&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JA9Ikfz-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0MMac213NgA/s1600-h/images.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JA9Ikfz-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0MMac213NgA/s320/images.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;Well, I have not updated my blog lately, but I had a pretty interesting day.&amp;nbsp; Zach and I picked up our national friend Given this morning to head into Dobsonvile.&amp;nbsp; While Zach and I were waiting in the car, two young men approached us.&amp;nbsp; We rolled down the window thinking they were selling something and came to find out that they were working for the Health Department of South Africa.&amp;nbsp; Zach was not really paying attention to what was going on and he took what they gave him.&amp;nbsp; I noticed the sticker said, “We Can Stop HIV/AIDS” and then I noticed that Zach was holding a package that looked like a small pack of tissues.&amp;nbsp; As we examined the package more closely we discovered that it was a 10 pack of prophylactics!&amp;nbsp; Zach promptly threw them at me and we both busted out with laughter.&amp;nbsp; I of course threw them at Given as he came outside to see why we were laughing.&amp;nbsp; That was the start to our day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;After a few more laughs we headed into Dobsonville.&amp;nbsp; The area we are targeting is called Dobsonville Hostel and is made up primarily of Zulus.&amp;nbsp; We met with a few families and shared the gospel with four different women.&amp;nbsp; We walked through and found a community center in the middle of the hostel where we may be able to have evangelism events in the future.&amp;nbsp; Then we headed toward our car.&amp;nbsp; On the way out Given asked what time it was and we decided that we had time for one more visit.&amp;nbsp; We walked around the corner and met two women plucking chickens.&amp;nbsp; Given asked if we could come into talk and they said it was ok.&amp;nbsp; So, we went in and Given began plucking chickens, so I decided to join in.&amp;nbsp; So, as Given and I plucked chickens Zach started to tell the women what we were doing and that we would like to begin having Bible studies in this area.&amp;nbsp; The women agreed to let us begin this Thursday at 10am.&amp;nbsp; We continued talking with them and plucking chickens and then left so that we could get back for our afternoon duties.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Helvetica;"&gt;It was a crazy morning, an interesting day, but full of God’s blessings!&amp;nbsp; Please pray for Bible study this week and that we may continue to teach and build relationships in this area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-2383299661549916768?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2383299661549916768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-full-of-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/2383299661549916768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/2383299661549916768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-full-of-surprises.html' title='A Day Full of Surprises'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S4JA9Ikfz-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/0MMac213NgA/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-6610768720151297048</id><published>2010-02-01T09:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:37:16.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, I had my best experience of 2010 so far, and I owe it all to my wonderful mother-in-law.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She sent me Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup and I had my first glass of &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; chocolate milk since arriving in South Africa.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so grateful for three things from America – Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup, Grape Jelly, and Duke’s Mayonnaise.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;By the way, if you have any of these items lying around in your house taking up precious cabinet space please feel free to send them our way : ).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S2aEX3lxvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZGHowK9lRRU/s1600-h/milk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S2aEX3lxvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZGHowK9lRRU/s320/milk.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, seriously, thank you to everyone who has been so generous in sending us packages from the states.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The girls, Georgia, and I get so excited when we look in the mailbox and find a little slip of paper saying that we have a package from back home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are so grateful for the gifts, thoughts, and prayers that all of you have sent our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-6610768720151297048?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6610768720151297048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-had-my-best-experience-of-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/6610768720151297048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/6610768720151297048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-i-had-my-best-experience-of-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S2aEX3lxvOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZGHowK9lRRU/s72-c/milk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-7869221057000699168</id><published>2010-01-22T16:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:54:55.985+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soweto Evangelism Team Video</title><content type='html'>Our wonderful team member, Rachel, made a video showing a bit of our life and ministry here in South Africa. &amp;nbsp;The video is at the top of this blog page and is really great. &amp;nbsp;It shares many of our prayer needs and the needs of the people here as well. &amp;nbsp;You'll also see our Bible studies, Girls Club, Soccer Ministries, Church Services, and Baptisms. &amp;nbsp;I hope that you will enjoy it and share it with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-7869221057000699168?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7869221057000699168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/soweto-evangelism-team-video_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7869221057000699168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7869221057000699168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/soweto-evangelism-team-video_22.html' title='Soweto Evangelism Team Video'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-4681233364464031600</id><published>2010-01-03T19:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:21:40.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Ending to 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S0DRwDpSQnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zISyR400LhY/s1600-h/IMG_2449.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S0DRwDpSQnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zISyR400LhY/s320/IMG_2449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, we have left 2009 and have entered 2010 in South Africa. &amp;nbsp;It's kind of like living in the future since we are 7 hours ahead of our family in South Carolina. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, Brett, continues to tell me that I am really not in the future. &amp;nbsp;I guess he is right because I still have trouble predicting the outcome of sporting events and absolutely no luck with lottery numbers (just kidding IMB). &amp;nbsp;The end of the year was very nice. &amp;nbsp;We took the girls to a water park in a place called Sun City, and we all had a blast. &amp;nbsp;That night finished with a blue moon and our blue moon also came with a lunar eclipse. &amp;nbsp;Pretty cool way to end the year! &amp;nbsp;Needless to say we were in bed by 10 and asleep way before midnight. &amp;nbsp;However, I did predict a ball to drop in New York City and was right. &amp;nbsp;What do you think about that big brother?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-4681233364464031600?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4681233364464031600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-ending-to-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4681233364464031600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/4681233364464031600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-ending-to-2009.html' title='Odd Ending to 2009'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/S0DRwDpSQnI/AAAAAAAAAIc/zISyR400LhY/s72-c/IMG_2449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-3184413097169306636</id><published>2009-12-26T16:11:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:13:53.025+02:00</updated><title type='text'>First Christmas in RSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SzYZV1nG8-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aLhZcCG1UYA/s1600-h/DSC04164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SzYZV1nG8-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aLhZcCG1UYA/s320/DSC04164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, we were away from home for the first time ever during Christmas. &amp;nbsp;We missed being with our family, but had a wonderful day. &amp;nbsp;We began the day by Skyping, Yaya and Poppy and Mammy. &amp;nbsp;We had to get the girls up at 6 am to do this and our folks in the states had to stay up until just about midnight to see Isabel and Kylie open their presents. &amp;nbsp;Isn't the internet wonderful. &amp;nbsp;After the excitement of the morning I had the opportunity to preach at Snake Park. &amp;nbsp;Although many were not their it was a joy to share the gospel on Christmas day. &amp;nbsp;Which is what it is all about, right? &amp;nbsp;Well, I loved it! &amp;nbsp;That afternoon our team and friends came over for lunch. &amp;nbsp;It was great, and very close to mom's cooking. &amp;nbsp;Frank's turkey was excellent and could only be topped by mom's, but everyone knows that. &amp;nbsp;We had a great afternoon of eating and fellowship and finished up with an intense round of White Elephant gift exchange. &amp;nbsp;So, first Christmas in RSA, a little warm, but not too bad. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, Merry Christmas and a happy Boxing Day to you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-3184413097169306636?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3184413097169306636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas-in-rsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3184413097169306636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3184413097169306636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-christmas-in-rsa.html' title='First Christmas in RSA'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SzYZV1nG8-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aLhZcCG1UYA/s72-c/DSC04164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-3380068127804448488</id><published>2009-12-17T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:10:53.782+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny Chow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Syp0Czpup5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UsjBhNTuElI/s1600-h/bc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Syp0Czpup5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UsjBhNTuElI/s200/bc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, after a hard day of visiting in Soweto, my friend Given took me took a place to enjoy a South African “delicacy”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's called&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bunny Chow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is basically hollowed out bread with pretty much anything inside of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think the Bunny Chow first began with the Indians who first came to work in South Africa. &amp;nbsp;Instead of carrying containers for bread and curry, it was easier to hollow the bread out and place the curry inside and then place the bread back over the top.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Basically, the meal was also a container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My Bunny Chow had chips (french fries for you guys in the states), cheese, a fried egg, and some kind of bologna type meat in it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Along with these ingredients it also had some type of spice like red chili pepper on it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was pretty good at first, but kind of got old as you kept eating it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I took some home to Georgia and she did not seem to care for it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will probably try it again soon. &amp;nbsp;I hear there are countless combinations of it. &amp;nbsp;There's nothing like buying something on the side of the road and eating it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-3380068127804448488?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3380068127804448488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunny-chow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3380068127804448488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3380068127804448488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/bunny-chow.html' title='Bunny Chow'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Syp0Czpup5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/UsjBhNTuElI/s72-c/bc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-5061294932913483743</id><published>2009-12-14T12:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:35:41.653+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dobsonville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SyYWxV5EP7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/OanAVQl4Paw/s1600-h/SDC10227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SyYWxV5EP7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/OanAVQl4Paw/s200/SDC10227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past Saturday we had a great morning evangelizing in the area where I will be working next year. &amp;nbsp;Six of us went into the streets of Dobsonville and passed out Challenge Newspapers. &amp;nbsp;These are newspapers full of stories of people and how Jesus has changed their lives. &amp;nbsp;It's a really great tool to get people talking because it has stories of people from South Africa and sports figures on the back page telling how Jesus has changed their lives. &amp;nbsp;Through this we were able to show our faces in the area, meet people, and make contacts. &amp;nbsp;A few people seemed quite interested in beginning a Bible study in their home which would be wonderful. It's definitely a different place. &amp;nbsp;Many of the men were already busy drinking (or actually beyond busy) and it was only 10 o'clock in the morning. &amp;nbsp;God was good, as he always is, and answered prayers of meeting new people and giving all of us safe passage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-5061294932913483743?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5061294932913483743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/dobsonville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5061294932913483743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5061294932913483743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/dobsonville.html' title='Dobsonville'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SyYWxV5EP7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/OanAVQl4Paw/s72-c/SDC10227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-839867441543604100</id><published>2009-12-05T08:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:37:27.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Braaing in Soweto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SxoBma87BbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QpOTem9B2Q0/s1600-h/DSCN1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SxoBma87BbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QpOTem9B2Q0/s200/DSCN1930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This week we were busy doing follow ups with the schools that we hope to work in next term. &amp;nbsp;We had a very successful day. &amp;nbsp;I met with all but one of my schools, as well as going to some of the other schools that Zach, Amber, and Rachel will be working.&amp;nbsp;It was a beautiful day and as lunch was approaching, Zach, suggested that we try the Buy and Braai. &amp;nbsp;Braaing is the term in South Africa that we would call grilling or cooking out. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, they have these stores that have meat to purchase and then right outside on the street is a braai (grill). &amp;nbsp;So you buy and then you braai. &amp;nbsp;I was very fortunate to be given the honor of braaing that day, which was my first experience braaing in South Africa. &amp;nbsp;The meat was great and I think we were the main attraction that day as it was hot, we were braaing on the street, and were the only mulungos (white people) within miles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-839867441543604100?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/839867441543604100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/braaing-in-soweto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/839867441543604100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/839867441543604100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/braaing-in-soweto.html' title='Braaing in Soweto'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SxoBma87BbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/QpOTem9B2Q0/s72-c/DSCN1930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-7319689383566786206</id><published>2009-11-26T20:31:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:01:41.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in RSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7NXk8rNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W-cph9usvGM/s1600/SDC10248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7NXk8rNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W-cph9usvGM/s200/SDC10248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, it is Thanksgiving today.&amp;nbsp; Well, not in South Africa, due to the lack of Pilgrims, but in our wonderful home country.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I think this is the first Thanksgiving that I actually spent working instead of eating.&amp;nbsp; However, all work and no play makes Brad a dull boy.&amp;nbsp; So, after work, Zack, Amber, Rachel, Alan, and I, along with a few of our national friends, decided to spend the afternoon sliding down the mine deposits in Soweto.&amp;nbsp; We had a plan, which involved two small plastic swimming pools and the force of gravity.&amp;nbsp; However, that did not work out as planned.&amp;nbsp; The sand was extremely soft and we only went about three feet down the hill.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, our national friends brought along cardboard and with the help of Zack, he and I made it down the hill in one piece.&amp;nbsp; I even came home with a couple of kilos of sand in my pants.&amp;nbsp; I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To top off the day, I got to take my three girls out for Thanksgiving dinner and it was great!&amp;nbsp; For a change we had steak, which I do prefer over turkey, and enjoyed for the first time since we landed in this beautiful country.&amp;nbsp; I’ll say it again.&amp;nbsp; I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-7319689383566786206?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7319689383566786206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-in-rsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7319689383566786206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7319689383566786206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-in-rsa.html' title='Thanksgiving in RSA'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7NXk8rNCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/W-cph9usvGM/s72-c/SDC10248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-9125761766625406174</id><published>2009-11-22T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T16:39:03.233+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism in the Klip River</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlJtLuRTOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sTUDdBQhKFo/s1600/SDC10201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlJtLuRTOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sTUDdBQhKFo/s200/SDC10201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an amazing day today. I had the opportunity to assist in a baptism with Alan. I was honored to be asked to help baptize my friend and brother in Christ, Jerry. God was truly good to us on this day. &amp;nbsp;For the past six days the high has been in the 50's and 60's, cold, and rainy. We were not even sure if we would have a baptism today, but God came through, like He always does. It was a perfect, warm, and beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;Not only was it my first experience with baptizing another person, but it was also in a river! The water was cold, but, it was no where near as cold as the water in the Jordan (Pastor Rich, you know what I am talking about). Afterwards we had a great time of fellowship. It's wonderful to have a baptism here and to see the excitement and pure joy on the faces of those around you. Isn't our God great! Anyway, I just wanted to share this amazing day with all of you back home and abroad praying for my family and me. We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlKJ1gstCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0v6R-dXD8fs/s1600/SDC10202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlKJ1gstCI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0v6R-dXD8fs/s200/SDC10202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlK0NhyW6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/K0XdYAuZf2Q/s1600/SDC10203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlK0NhyW6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/K0XdYAuZf2Q/s200/SDC10203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlK0NhyW6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/K0XdYAuZf2Q/s1600/SDC10203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-9125761766625406174?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9125761766625406174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/baptism-in-klip-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/9125761766625406174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/9125761766625406174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/baptism-in-klip-river.html' title='Baptism in the Klip River'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwlJtLuRTOI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sTUDdBQhKFo/s72-c/SDC10201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-3240182286287796472</id><published>2009-11-21T10:39:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T11:05:43.031+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they have bacon here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Swer0a2zxEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KOUwTDh-i8A/s1600/SDC10166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Swer0a2zxEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KOUwTDh-i8A/s200/SDC10166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406478794732323906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so about a week or two back, I discovered that there is "bacon" in South Africa. Unfortunately, many products here made from pig are called bacon. What many South Africans call bacon I would definitely call &lt;b&gt;ham&lt;/b&gt;. The first "bacon" we bought was more rectangular in shape and the second type was in the shape of a circle. The problem was not the shape, but the taste and yes, you guessed it - &lt;b&gt;IT TASTE LIKE HAM&lt;/b&gt;. So we asked around and our team let us know that what we are looking for is called Streaky Bacon. Which when you think about it bacon is in the shape of a streak, right. Is streaky a shape? Well, it's close to being like back home bacon, but it surely isn't Carolina Pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-3240182286287796472?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3240182286287796472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-they-have-bacon-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3240182286287796472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/3240182286287796472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-they-have-bacon-here.html' title='Do they have bacon here?'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Swer0a2zxEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KOUwTDh-i8A/s72-c/SDC10166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-5009002717211525382</id><published>2009-11-18T20:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:38:18.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soweto Towers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwQ-kppnk4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/gvYA3DjJyWo/s1600/SDC10154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwQ-kppnk4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/gvYA3DjJyWo/s200/SDC10154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405514252128064386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwQ9wszj5VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_FuTHbIh-Ec/s1600/SDC10153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwQ9wszj5VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/_FuTHbIh-Ec/s320/SDC10153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405513359621875026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After prayer meeting this morning.  Alan, Zack, and I went to Lehae to speak to the principal at the school there and then to visit.  We visited a church member and then tried to locate another, but were unlucky. It has been unusually cold and rainy this week, so most stay inside or find something to do.  We picked up Jerry, and then went to see Pastor Hughie and his wife Sylvia, who just had surgery.  It was my first time meeting her and we had a wonderful visit. On the way back to take Jerry home we stopped by the Soweto Towers and took a look.  They are amazing and I've heard that you can bungie jump from them.  The only problem is that Zach has to get Alan's (our supervisor) permission and I have to get Georgia's permission.  I guess we will probably have to settle for the view from below for now.  If it ever happens, there will be some video, I promise. I guess only if I were to survive of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-5009002717211525382?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5009002717211525382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/soweto-towers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5009002717211525382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/5009002717211525382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/soweto-towers.html' title='Soweto Towers'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/SwQ-kppnk4I/AAAAAAAAAGg/gvYA3DjJyWo/s72-c/SDC10154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-7073848037188892185</id><published>2009-11-15T10:24:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T18:50:44.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>South Africa has internet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sv--wS7PmoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dD4Kv6J5NKE/s1600-h/DSCN1715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sv--wS7PmoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dD4Kv6J5NKE/s320/DSCN1715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404247814791207554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so we finally got internet two days ago.  It only took the very "westernized" South Africa a month to hook it up.  Pretty good, I guess they are about as quick as Time Warner back home.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am going to begin this blog thing.  Georgia, has already started a blog for her and the girls. I guess I better do one so she won't show me up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been busy around here for the past two weeks.  I have had the opportunity to coach soccer, lead Bible study, preach at a youth conference (pictured), referee four soccer matches at our first tournament, preaching at the tournament, and I got a really nice sunburn as well.  It's great to be in the place where God called you.  We are all adjusting very well I think, and the package that Mammy sent from the States made everything even better.  That Pillsbury Dark Chocolate cake mix was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I guess that I will update this later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-7073848037188892185?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7073848037188892185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/south-africa-has-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7073848037188892185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/7073848037188892185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/south-africa-has-internet.html' title='South Africa has internet?'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sv--wS7PmoI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dD4Kv6J5NKE/s72-c/DSCN1715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6608466094540878624.post-2420967676512734964</id><published>2009-09-29T19:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T19:54:57.061+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in South Carolina</title><content type='html'>Well, we've been back in town for a few days and are doing our best to go through all the stuff that we have scattered at various homes.  Hopefully, in the next few days we will be much closer to packing for the trip to South Africa.  What do you take for 2 years? I'm thinking just clothes and we'll figure out the rest when we get there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time does fly.  It seems like only yesterday we were leaving for Virginia and here we are packing to get ready to go overseas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I must go.  I am simply trying out this blog thing.  Hopefully, it will be useful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6608466094540878624-2420967676512734964?l=siedlingstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2420967676512734964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-south-carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/2420967676512734964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6608466094540878624/posts/default/2420967676512734964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://siedlingstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-south-carolina.html' title='Back in South Carolina'/><author><name>Brad Siedschlag</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10339212495076232730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z84OEbaL5Ig/Sw7L8QOf2nI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pvjIB4BgofI/S220/IMG_1854.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
