Becoming Chris Kamalski

"There's a Writer outside ourselves, plotting a better story for us" ~Don Miller

Tag: Maxie Van Der Merwe


Epic iPhone shot of the Chraxie vows! Tears flowing heartily by now...

Sneaky Focus (Project 365, Day 132).

Aperture: f/5.6     Focal Length: 55 mm     ISO: 1600     Shutter Speed: 1/8 second

Crooked Heart (Project 365, Day 120).

Aperture: f/2.8     Focal Length: 5 mm     ISO: 80     Shutter Speed: 1 second

Meet My Fiance, Maxie Van Der Merwe.

My frou is beautiful!

(Late last year, Natashia Hudson, a university student majoring in journalistic studies, asked Maxie if she could profile her as a final project. We recently were emailed her final paper….short of a minor obsession with Maxie swearing, which she NEVER does in reality, I think the portrait that emerges is strikingly realistic. I present my lovely fiance: Maxie Van Der Merwe!).


“Why must I sacrifice my comfort, my life, my stuff for someone else?  Because…” Maxie van der Merwe stops midsentence and chuckles.  “Ugh, this sounds like a Maybelline…” She quickly stops again, before shrugging it off and continuing like she doesn’t care what it sounds like anyway “but because they’re worth it.  Because their lives are connected to mine.” She plays with the silver beads around her right arm while explaining patiently, slowly.  “Why are we connected?  Because we were made for relationships.  Why were we made for relationships?  Because God is a God of relationships…with Him, with people – that’s how we are wired,” she says, emphasising the word wired as if it’s the most logical thing on earth.

“That’s the only explanation I have.  Otherwise I can just as well go and live on an island and look after myself.” 27 year-old Van Der Merwe looks like someone who would loathe being on an island by herself.  Curled up in Seattle Coffee’s armchair, she chats animatedly, cell phone beeping every now and again, before jumping up when a friend arrives unexpectedly.  While chatting to her friend, one can’t help but think of Van Der Merwe, founder, director and co-ordinator of NGO Pure Hope, as a social butterfly – not someone who earns her bread and butter by building shacks and “hanging” with criminals.

Pure Hope is a youth program created by Van dDr Merwe in 2007 for NG Moreleta Park church where students could come and work in areas of need for a year.  She chuckles, “You know, a program for 18 year-olds to come and say, ‘For a whole year I’m going to commit working in areas of poverty and give myself.” In 2008, Pure Hope kicked off with 10 students, five carefully selected projects, and a few local outreaches and an international trip planned to Brazil.  According to Van Der Merwe, the main idea behind Pure Hope is to build relationships and walk alongside people that live in utter despair and to ultimately restore dignity and create space for these people to be human.

The Pure Hope projects include “building relationship” in Mabopane with 120 orphans at Mama Mary’s orphanage, 70 abandoned and disabled children at Sisters of Mother Theresa, 100 people at Baviaanspoort Youth Prison, 30 children in an afterschool program in Danville and  a shack-building project called One Life Shack Build.

This year, the Pure Hope team consisted only out of Van Der Merwe and five students.  “So five people had to give to all these people and physically that’s just impossible – physically we can’t do it, it’s only God that can.  Mother Theresa said ‘If you can’t feed a 100, then feed one.’  So, we build one shack.  We go to these projects every week, become part of it and get to know the kids.  We build deep relationships and try to give them another picture of the future and try and create space where people can see hope.”

A week after meeting Van der Merwe in Seattle Coffee, her enthusiasm and passion continues to bubble over as she sits on a red couch in her apartment, “It is that classical thing…you get angry about what you are passionate about, but I get angry because I see their faces and I know the kids.  I get angry when I see Khetso and know his grandmother sent him with his little Checkers-bag down the street and said, ‘Voertsek!’  The police later picked him up.  You cannot, if you experience these stuff every day, not do something.”

Her little apartment is warm and snug.  The red couch takes up most of the space, romantic comedy and animation DVD’s are stacked by the television, and the walls lined are with hearts, “Grace” and “Peace” signs, and countless photos of smiling children, friends and family.  It is very different from the spaces van der Merwe mostly spends her time.  “This is where the crap comes in, because if we really want to see change, if we really want to deal with poverty and all these injustices, it takes your heart, your life and it takes of your everything.”

“And it’s extreme, and very difficult for me to live in.  After a long day of blood, sweat and tears, I can come home and shower.  But the guy for whom I build a shack must continue moving in, then try and make food on a fire somewhere, go and fetch water…it is a hard thing to live in..  This tension.” Van Der Merwe still remembers the conflicting emotions she experienced while building a shack for someone in an informal settlement opposite Woodhill.

“I thought, ‘You are shopping and we are sweating blood here.’  Poverty is poverty, even in the East of Pretoria – the oppression is the same.  So I stand there looking over Woodhill…but then realise, ‘I also shop there, walk in those malls…  So I can’t judge, I also live there.  But how do I live in this tension of two extremes?  But that’s what I want to do, create space where these two worlds can meet.”

While thinking back to her childhood, Van Der Merwe abruptly becomes serious when remembering her first real “significant moment.”  She was driving with her father through town, marvelling at the amount of black people everywhere when an impatient white man nudged an elderly black man out of the way with his car.  The man fell down on the sidewalk and “I almost got an anxiety attack inside the car and knew ‘this isn’t right’.  This shouldn’t happen no matter who it is.” She stresses the last bit determinedly and fiercely – one almost sees little Van Der Merwe balling her fists.  The bubble of Van Der Merwe’s narrow mindset burst.

Van Der Merwe started reaching out to a world that she never knew existed.  After finishing matric, she decided to become a Bible teacher and work full-time in the missionary field.  She shakes her head and grins at the memory of having to tell her conservative parents that she wasn’t going to study after school, but was going to use  the money saved up for her to do a three-month bible course in Texas instead.  She talks strong-mindedly about how her rights, wrongs, and narrow worldviews have changed since then.  In America, the more she explored, the more she realised “Oh, crap!  Everything I thought is real isn’t actually real.”

Van Der Merwe states firmly, her hand tugging at her multi-coloured scarf becoming still for a moment, “The deepest, deepest thing was established in me then…the fundamental value that humans are humans and that we are all equal…that is what I’m about.” She doesn’t say it indifferently; she says it as if each word is measured carefully before being allowed over her lips.

Trips to Australia and New Zealand followed before spending a year and a half in Durban teaching at the Discipleship Training School.  During this time, on an outreach to Zimbabwe, she realised, “I’m not just a Bible teacher.  If I’m not actively involved in poverty and where people are suffering, then I’m missing something…I was made to go and sit with that person, and just give them a little bit of hope.”

That is why Pure Hope exists.  “I don’t get a moerse salary or a pat on the back every day.  It’s not a glorious job because you bleed from inside, from your heart, because you have to fight the whole time for guys sitting in the crap.” When thinking of the impact they are trying to have through Pure Hope, her usually cheerful voice becomes solemn.

She speaks slowly and thoughtfully, “I met Impi on Monday, he was dead on Saturday.  Here was this little boy sitting in the corner.  His skin was hanging off him.  All he kept on saying was ‘I want pie.’  His parents couldn’t give a crap, his aunt didn’t care to take him to the clinic and – after using his grant – left him at Mary’s (Mother Mary’s orphanage in Mabopane) when he was too sick.

Van Der Merwe’s strong voice begins to crack, “That’s not right – but if we at least acknowledge him, we acknowledge that his life wasn’t meaningless and had no significance, but touched and changed my heart and nine other people who got to meet him for a week and his story will continue to be told.  If we can get their stories out there, their lives get meaning when it’s heard, valued and remembered and they become remembered as people.”

Van Der Merwe says sadly, “The problem is, you are always just a kid in Mabopane, you are always just a number on a list – you’re just a shack number.” She stops, looks up with her piercing blue eyes and smiles, “I want to remember these kids that nobody would ever remember because that gives their life value and meaning.”

Two weeks later, on an icy-cold and rainy Friday morning, a bunch of people is huddled together at NG Moreleta Park church.  A few moments later, a 14-seater Toyota Quantum with a trailer pulls up.  Van Der Merwe’s short frame, dressed in a bright red hoody, jeans tucked into her camel-coloured boots, jumps out from behind the wheel.  Her long dark hair is pulled up in a rough bun and the excitement of the shack building that lies ahead shows in her twinkling blue eyes.  She briefs the group with quiet authority.

Two boys from Mama Mary’s orphanage have turned 18 and are legally required to leave the orphanage.  They are in Grade 9, however, and have nowhere else to go.  Today, these two boys will each get a ‘home’.  “The whole idea is to create a little space where they can do homework etc.  And, hopefully, the rain clears up a bit when we get to Mabopane, I wouldn’t want to shock someone with a generator,” she teases before jumping in behind the wheel of the Quantum, indicating that the ‘mission’ has officially started.

The rows of shacks in Mabopane seem as lonely as the empty dusty streets.  The dynamic group of people unloading equipment looks oddly out of place in block W 10 – the smell of despair hangs in the air.  All clouds have disappeared and the sun beats down mercilessly as people start digging, drilling and sawing.  Anxious faces seem to appear out of nowhere.  A man on a shabby bicycle approaches tentatively.  Van Der Merwe walks over, gives him a special handshake, and greets him warmly in Sotho before explaining what is going on.  A group of toddlers are peering curiously from behind a fence and a group of mothers are also approaching.  An old man is looking distrustfully at the group.

As the word starts to spread, the curious toddlers come closer and the old man gives a surprised smile.  The women offer to help fetch water.  Only the young man on the bicycle is showing no reaction.  After a while, he says softly, “It’s good to see people care.  People care – about us!  Thank you.  Thank you.” Van der Merwe shrugs it off, glowing, “It’s our family here.  We love it.” The man looks her in the eye, gets on his bicycle, and simply says, “We love it too,” before driving away.

She rubs over the Ichtus-tattoo on her left wrist and says, “I don’t need to understand why all this is happening, but just know that God is good in the midst of all these things and somehow, someway He is the only one that can make something good out of this massive mess-up we live in where life means so little.  I won’t quit.  Because I believe in a different story.  I believe that there is hope…and that you are a God of love and goodness and that there is something good in the world.” She fetches a ball, and starts playing soccer with the children in the dusty road.  The children, their bone-thin arms and legs sticking out from underneath tattered clothing, are screaming with laughter as they run around kicking the ball with Van Der Merwe.

(Written by Natashia Hudson)

She Said Yes!!! (Full Story + Photos).

One of my favorite photos EVER of us...and a great summation of the day!

Ten minutes before I walked into Maxie’s bedroom early Saturday morning, waking her up just prior to asking her to marry me, I sent my sister (another Sara, no ‘H’) a long text message spilling the beans about where I was and what was about to go down. If you know me, you know that brevity is not a character trait I possess in abundance, and thus I was unsure whether she would reply before I moved forward.

Within a minute however, my phone buzzed, and I glanced down with growing nerves, hoping for one last jolt of encouragement. Sure enough, the text said:

“OMG…resnd…this is not your sister…congrats!”

Dizzy with a mixture of nervousness and excitement, I laughed aloud, smiling at the affirmation of some random person in the Bay Area sharing in my imminent joy. It was time to ask my South African woman to marry me…

My 2011 Storyboard...I'd say putting a deposit on an engagement ring definitely qualifies as an Inciting Incident!

My parents via Skype when I was asking for their dad's smile says it all!

Nothing makes me laugh harder than the misadventures of Modern Family, a brilliant comedy about three blended families. Gloria, a buxom Columbian woman with a ridiculous accent, is the wife of the guy who used to play Al Bundy in Married With Children back in the 1980’s. In a recent episode where the entire family were playing characters in a haunted house for Halloween, she fought back at her families’ constant teasing of her accent by adopting an American voice for the night. As the ‘village bruja’ for the haunted house, the hilarity capped off with her saying “WELCOME TO YOUR NIGHTMARE…HA, HA, HA, HA!” in a manner that creeped out everyone, and left us wiping tears from our faces.

Maxie and I  laughed uncontrollably this past week as we realized we were living the epitome of that sentence. For almost 18 months now, Maxie has largely carried me through a flurry of fear, self-doubt, sabotage, and general malaise regarding past brokenness in my relational life. One of the major reasons that I have known for a long time that this South African is to be my wife is the fact that she has stayed with me in the face of overwhelming fear and paralyzation.

I have had years of counseling, healing prayer, and profound growth that resulted from this tumultuous season in my life over seven years ago, and yet I knew that final healing and transformation would not come until I walked into engagement and ultimately vows unto marriage with my wife. Maxie has unblinkingly journeyed with me through this junk, and quite frankly, I don’t deserve her deep goodness and amazing love for me.

Shot 3 was literally re-created, allowing us to step fully into the story of our life coming together! I do agree however that I made Max's stick figure 'disproportionate' 🙂

It is powerful to make real a story you have created...

Things began to shift much faster between us after visiting my family and friends in late October this past year, as we both realized just how much I have grown in courage and strength, moving away in freedom from the insecurity of needing others to tell me what to do. I found myself not needing the permission of my family and friends to move forward to marriage with Maxie, but rather coming to them with a surprising sense of lightness and joy, simply wanting them to meet the woman I so deeply loved. What transpired over Halloween weekend (HA! THE IRONY!) was nothing short of miraculous and God-ordained…family and friends alike meeting Maxie for a few minutes and speaking into our lives that we were deeply right, the answer to prayers years in the making. I left that experience with my head swirling, nodding in the clarity of Maxie’s statement to me on the plane back to South Africa: “Well, all that is holding us back now is our own fears.”

Moments after...with both of our morning faces!

She's a LOOKER!

My mom's smile (and check out our faces in the bottom corner) via Skype moments after our engagement when we called them from 10,000 miles away!

Two months later, the same was still true, albeit shrinking in my mind each day. Would I let my own fears of intimacy and failure in relationship, particularly concerning a coming marriage, sabotage something beautiful that was unfolding before our eyes? Nothing was holding us back except…me. Unsure of myself always, I kept stepping forward in faith, trying to hold onto whatever courage I could muster. I knew deep inside for a long time that we were right for each other, that Maxie was largely the reason that God had directed me towards South Africa for this season of my life, and that we shared a deep sense of calling for the global Church God is building. Maxie epitomizes ‘partner’ in a manner I have never before known; this desire for a partner to share life with in marriage being the deepest thing I have sought ever since first praying for my wife as a young teenage boy. She knows me, and I her, with an intimacy, honesty, and clarity that no one else ever has. I love her more than any other, which is something I never thought I’d say!

Thus, the past few weeks have been crazy…a blur of wonderful moments on holiday in Jeffrey’s Bay with her parents, meeting Afrikaner relatives I had heard stories about, kissing future relatives upon the reception of Christmas presents, and a few stolen surf sessions in between. We began looking at rings in late December, and Maxie’s taste was so hard to pin down! Finally however, in early January we went shopping at Menlyn Mall in Pretoria. After being quoted a mediocre ring at almost R400,000 (!), we stumbled into Deon le Roux, a South African designer, and Maxie tried on one more ring…

This was the one! We both gazed at it with wild smiles, the saleswoman confident enough in the look she saw in Maxie’s eyes that she simply said to me, “You’ll be back. I know it!”

A few tense days with my bank account later, I sat one afternoon gazing out over Pretoria as a summer rain washed the streets with a fresh cleanse, knowing that I was about to purchase an engagement ring for my wife. Stunned at the symmetry of God’s work, I realized that almost seven years had passed since this journey of relational brokenness, healing, and a slow, almost agonizing coming back to life had taken place. I stood up, walked inside, and spent all the money I had. The ring was perfect!

Our wedding day and climactic scene for the year for sure!

Fast forward a few more days…sweet Maxie was simply done waiting! Overwhelmed by the length of our journey and how hard we have had to fight for what we both so deeply want, she was simply tired…and tired of not knowing what was coming! This culminated Friday night as I pretended that Ryan Ikeda, one of my oldest friends, had shoehorned me into speaking via Skype to a few of his English classes as they worked through Cry, The Beloved Country, an amazing South African novel. While Maxie grew in (fake) frustration at Ryan, I was having dinner with her parents, seeking their blessing over a wonderful few hours of open sharing and heartfelt affirmation that although I was far different from the man they pictured in their mind, they clearly knew I was the right one, sent from God to love their only daughter. I fight back tears even now thinking about how deeply I felt welcomed into their family this past Friday night, wide smiles on all our faces and a shake of our heads for Maxie’s sake, knowing everything would change in a few hours!

We went for a long drive to check out a potential wedding venue in an old barn! Pretty epic I think, even though our venue is even better!

One more teary evening later, and the early morning arrived. I filled Maxie’s living room with candles and fresh flowers, literally re-creating a shot from my own storyboard, merging reality with story in a way that still chills me to the bone. Nervously, I looked at the ring one more time…shaking my head, I marveled out how different this week had played out, in many ways a microcosm of our entire relationship.

The Hollywood score for this story, our story, has struck quite a different note than I was expecting all these years. It is a score quite different from the stale romantic comedies lighting up the theater each week. Yet I know deep within me it is better…deeper…more realistic…more intimate…more transparent…more loving…more courageous…more God-bathed…than anything I could expect or hope for in my wildest dreams.

God has united Maxie and I while simultaneously carving out our deepest fears and insecurities, our paralyzation and falsest of selves. Such a deep work of heart and life transformation has taken place in us both as we have chosen each other steadily over these past 18 months, moving forward towards marriage and a life we both eagerly want. It has happened in spite of fears and in the midst of fleeting courage…and yet it has been the deepest work of transformation I have walked through in my 31 years of life.

I cannot imagine a better life partner than Maxie. She is everything I want, and so much more than I need…beautiful, sexy, sweet, compassionate, fearless, wanting to spend her life restoring hope and dignity to those our world has discarded. She is my wife!

Even the heavens were smiling on Saturday!

And so I paused one last moment at her bedroom door, my hand hovering over her door knob as I shook out the nerves, knowing that this moment was the culmination of the greatest inciting incident of my life. As James Scott Bell writes, “An inciting incident is a doorway through which a protagonist cannot return.” I grabbed hold of the door knob, turned the handle, and walked inside.

“You’re doing this in the morning?!?” Maxie cried a few moments later, realizing what was about to take place. I smiled and waited for her in the next room, literally in the midst of the story God and I were writing.

Of course I’m doing this in the morning! Joy comes most unexpectedly in the morning, doesn’t it?

She walked out into the living room, reality merging with story in a manner I have never before known. Tears streaming down both of our faces, I mumbled a few things, dropped to my knee, asked her to marry me, and SHE SAID YES!!!

A perfect day unfolded…the start of a grand new chapter in the life of the future Mr. and Mrs. Kamalski…

Capped off the day with a surprise party at Corne and Janet's house + a bunch of our friends...complete with champagne toasts, dancing, amazing food, and the busting out of flag dances! I think our reception is gonna hum!

Releasing in 2012: 'Preferring Paralyzation,' my book on this crazy season of life God has walked me through...

Days later, I shake my head…is this real? Of course…nothing could be better! There is a joy that is settling deep between us that we have never before known, and certainly feared to even hope for. What we have is real, right, and the best possible thing we could ever dream for. We have grown so much, are open to each other in profound ways, and desire to choose a life that God is unfolding before us. I pen this simple reflection as a source of reminding myself that dreams do come true…that the deepest things you long for yet think will never come do actually come alive in reality. God redeems the most buried of desires in our lives…often in the craziest of ways!

So, enjoy a glimpse into the swirl that is our lives…knowing that God is working even now in your life as well. We are so excited to move forward in marriage, and know that God is writing a grand story with our lives! He wants the same for yours…

More to come… The Future Mr. + Mrs. Kamalski 🙂

The giant chalkboard in the Prinsloo casa says it all...Brangelina, watch out! A new celebrity couple is coming your way!

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