When our honeymoon was over, we held special services in Elizabeth and Oos-London. We spent three weeks with the assembly in Paris, (South Africa), and in July of 1971 we returned to Germany. Ivan wondered what happened to the group of believers as they had been without a pastor for some time now, but everyone that had been saved through the ministry of pastor Johnny van Wyk were still together. We started regular services again in the home of one sister.
Ivan was invited one day to speak at a Pentecostal church on how to overcome fear. After the meeting two sisters invited us for dinner. When we arrived they showed us a barn they had converted, at the leading of God, to a meeting hall with benches and a piano. However, they didn’t have a pastor, nor an assembly. The Lord provided in a wonderful way with a place of worship. Souls got added and His power and presence could be felt in each and every service.
The assembly wanted very much to have a place to accommodate the Dutch, Belgian and Swiss assemblies for a conference. A brother came to one of the morning prayer meetings, all excited about sharing that he had found a meeting hall in Metzingen, a village close to their current location. The hall was a barn converted to an automotive garage and was in a very neglected state. Everyone pitched in to transform this place into a paradise. One sister made all of the curtains and cushions. God really blessed us.
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In the beginning, it was difficult for me to communicate with the people in Germany, as the language was strange to me. Although I had taken a five month long correspondence course, I could not understand the local dialect. Three weeks into our stay, Ivan told me that he would no longer translate my testimonies into German during the services and that I just needed to start speaking German. I was very distraught and explained to him that he was unreasonable. That night I talked out loud in my dreams: “Ich kann nicht Deutsch sprechen.” We both woke up startled and Ivan told me that I said in German that I couldn’t speak German. Ivan rebuked the lack of faith in me.
Although I have never talked in my sleep before, the following night I said out loud: “Ich kann Deutsch sprechen.” (I can speak German) Ivan heard me and commented that I now live by faith. That day God helped me, although I still had to learn all this new vocabulary. Every noun in German has a gender, male, female or neutral. Every noun is preceded by a different pronoun, Der, Die and Das. A chair is male, a bench is female and a window is neutral.
One day I took a walk with a five year old and asked her for the names of objects I pointed to. After some time she got curious and asked: “Now how come you are a big person and I am small but I have to teach you?” Adults can learn a lot from innocent little children, who are so dependent on their parents, the same way we need to depend on our heavenly father. Some parents had said that it was difficult to raise children. Ivan commented that his job was even more difficult as he was trying to turn adults into children again. Mat 18:3, 7 KJV - "And said, Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.”
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We had a lot of mutual cooperation with Pastor Johnny van Wyk in Belgium. We usually took the train to visit him. During our conversation, Ivan had wondered what language they would have to speak in Belgium. The man sitting across from us answered and said: “Wanneer jullie langzaam spreken zullen alle mensen jullie verstaan.” (When you speak slowly, everyone will understand you). The flemish language has many Afrikaans words in it. Dutch, Afrikaans and German are related languages.
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We had looked for a place to stay in Switzerland. We replied to an ad and went to see a woman who had a room for rent. She asked us what church we belonged to and asked us if we speak in tongues. Apparently, some guy who stayed there before spoke in tongues while he prayed. However, he didn't pay his rent and didn’t live a very exemplary life. Ivan explained to her that according to Mat. 12:33 you will know a tree by its fruit, and not by the language it speaks. We can’t reject Acts 2 where people were baptized in the Holy Spirit and spoke foreign languages. She said she also spoke foreign tongues, namely a German dialect and some French and English. Sadly enough people do not hold to a correct interpretation of the Gospel. After all this, she didn’t want to rent us a room. We ended up renting a room in Zurich, Switzerland. Vacancies were hard to find and we shared a kitchen and bathroom with three other renters. We usually waited until everyone was off to work to have breakfast. We stayed there for nine months while we traveled to Germany for weekend services.
We lived for some time in the Swiss Alps with fellow believers. The mountain tops were permanently covered in snow. It was a nine kilometer drive to get to the bottom of the mountain, filled with dangerous curves. I would pray all the way up and down the road every time the landowner gave us a ride. He was very familiar with the road and drove very fast and I was afraid that we would go over the edge. Only when you get to know God’s ways do you stop fearing all the curves that life throws at you.
After some time , a sister in Germany offered for us to stay with her. Her son had renovated the basement into living quarters. However, she gave up her bedroom and slept in the living room herself. This didn’t seem right to me and for nine months I prayed that God would provide us with our own place. I placed an ad in the paper, looking for lodging. Someone contacted me and we immediately went to look at the place. The house was located in the upscale section of Metzingen. The owner asked us about our jobs etc. and told us that he had been looking for six months for the right renters. An older couple who had lived there had moved to an old age home and the owner offered to sell us the new curtains but ended up donating them to us.The place needed to be cleaned and painted. The church didn’t have finances to help us but gave us leftover paint and a brother gave us six rolls of wallpaper he had bought but didn't use. The Lord provided and Ivan and I painted and papered the place.
Germany has been around for a long time and there are really old buildings as well as new and modern ones. Many Germans had the habit of buying new furniture when they moved into a new home. They often put the old furniture by the side of the road for others to pick up and use. We found a beautiful set of furniture for our home and an elder in the church gave us a modern stove that didn’t fit in the new home.
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I asked God for a word at one point when I thought that our time in Europe came to an end. I opened my bible and put my finger on John 21:17 “...feed my sheep.” Our home served as headquarters for eight years.
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Ivan ministered in Belgium for a while, before there was an established church. Services were held in a renovated garage. Three hours before service time, I would start a fire in a coal stove to heat up the room. (Translator's note: This ‘garage’ was part of the Pericles baby carriage factory in Deinze.)
In the morning we held services in Belgium and in the afternoon in The Netherlands. The afternoon trip is roughly 55 kms to reach Breskens, The Netherlands, where we had to take a ferry across the Scheldt river to reach Vlissingen, the town where we held services. The port has a very large mechanised loading dock. Some 300 cars, busses and trucks fit in the ferry. It takes about 25 mins to cross the Westerschelde, the large section of the Scheldt river as it empties in the North Sea. We usually enjoy some tea in the ferry’s restaurant, but when the whistle blows, it is time to get back in our vehicles to avoid delays getting off.
We had such blessed services in Vlissingen that many times Ivan stayed late to share his testimonies. The last boat leaves at 22:30 and I had to remind Ivan constantly that we had to leave. During one of our trips, the ferry was canceled because of stormy weather. We waited three hours at the dock before the ferry could leave. Halfway on our return trip, an unexpected strong storm hit the water. The waves washed over the top railings of the ferry. Although I used the parking brake, the car jostled around the deck with the motion of the waves. We couldn’t do anything but pray. The whole trip back home was frightening. Trees, road signs and traffic lights had blown over. A flickering yellow warning light reminded me that no matter how big the storms in our life, our light should still be shining. I could barely keep the car on the road and, without exaggeration, it felt as if the car got lifted up in the air. It was God’s grace that there were few cars on the road.