Shortly after arriving in Durban, on the east coast of South Africa, I began working with a group of Baptist churches, whose founders arrived from India over 100 years ago. Their ancestors had been Hindus, as are most of the churches' neighbors today. During my first month there, I stumbled upon a shrine--with flowers, candles and idols--in the middle of a grassy field. Apparently, a snake had been spotted nearby. It was believed, I'm told, to be a manifestation of their god. So they worshiped at that site.

Similarly, many of the original people, the Zulus, believe a snake in their midst is a visitation by a deceased ancestor. Such traditional African religious beliefs are also still popular today. Those who have passed away, they say, remain among the living, active in their everyday lives. They are believed to have great power. These ancestors are consulted for advice, thanked for their blessings and appeased when they’ve been offended.

In light of such beliefs, snakes are everywhere in South Africa! I’ve heard countless stories. One crawled into a township second story bedroom window and surprised the occupant returning from a trip to the toilet. A snake chased a young pastor taking a shortcut through some woods in the city. Still another snake peered down from inside the thatched roof as a couple relaxed in their luxurious accommodations at a game park resort.

According to Scriptures, the Lord doesn’t put more on us than we’re able to bear. It wasn’t until my third year as a missionary that I encountered a live snake for myself. Travelling a back road off the beach, 15 miles north of Durban, something was exiting the woods, approaching the street. As I drove closer, a tall, slender figure moved quickly up ahead. It crossed in front of the car. I slowed down and looked on in amazement. A bright green, snake, upright 6 to 7 feet tall, ran across the road. I couldn’t see what propelled it. Did it glide with the wind? Within seconds the green mamba disappeared into the woods on the opposite side of the street.

Since that day, I cannot find one image similar to what I saw. I really could have used a cell phone camera or video right then. If I had been alone, I might have doubted what I saw. However, seeing that snake had an impact on my calling and ministry there. So many things on the surface appear familiar, seem the same in SA as in the USA. But one ride down a back road reminded me just how different things are and how different worldviews can radically influence the ways in which we live our lives.

I am sure snakes in those southern regions will continue to coexist with the people for generations to come. Far be it for me to suggest South Africa exterminate its poisonous creatures as humans expand the real estate and invade the snakes' natural habitat. Nevertheless, I pray the Lord protect carefree children, pedestrians caught unaware and adventurous tourists in search of extreme survival experiences.

On the other hand, there’s an even greater danger than the green or black mamba--when we believe in things we don’t understand. We are in danger when we exalt what we fear or worship what we don’t know. Stevie Wonder said we suffer because of such ‘superstitions.’ 

Pray with me that the Lord grants His people boldness to testify who He really is, point unbelievers to the gospel and not back down when confronted with cultural and popular beliefs that contradict the Word of God. May true disciples at home and abroad lift up Christ--not culture nor ancestors nor walking serpents--so the Lord will continue to draw all men unto Him.

In spite of green or black mambas, help me return to South Africa. Please continue to support this mission. Ask God what He would have you do so others might know His truth, continue in it and live free.