Advent, draw near

Down the dusty, cobbled streets Of my Bethlehem-heart Echo the cries and laughter Of the newborn Christ.     I have no Mary that will hold Him, Clothe Him, and caress Him. I’ve pledged no Joseph-claim to Him. There is no wisdom that visits To anoint Him...

InkTober 1

In the quiet, Still Unassuming presence You enter. Unbidden, Yet invited; Welcome, Yet without being called. Oh great Interrupter, You who intercept us in the daily humdrum of life.   How is it that this magnificent Magnificence Comes so quietly? Surely Your...

August Newsletter 2019

So, we moved this past weekend. It has been a crazy time with all the packing and unpacking. Not to mention that life doesn’t stand still and wait for all this to happen. And so we’ve been fitting into each day all the usual ministry and family demands along with the...

May Newsletter 2019

Just keep swimming… It is almost three and a half years now that Inez and I have not drawn a salary while we live and serve in Rustenburg. It blows my mind sometimes that we’ve made it this far. I know we each have more grey hairs than when we started this...

Lesotho – April 2019

At 2am on Friday the 26th of April we left home to meet up with the rest of our convoy, to leave Rustenburg for Lesotho for the weekend. Three families travelled together: ourselves, and our good friends the Pages and Lindsays. The plan was to spend three days serving...

I went to the garden tomb

I went to the garden tomb   I went with them early that morning Down to the garden tomb. Bereft of my hope for redemption, To visit my friend, to mourn.   Through the crisp cold of morning We walked, saying nothing at all. Our feet crushed the grass beneath...

O God where art thou?

On Tuesday night we had one of the most theatrical and impressive lightning displays we have ever encountered in Rustenburg. There were strikes all around our home, with a torrential downpour included. It was Biblical! I spent an eventful evening at church with some...

February Newsletter 2019

We are resurrection children Friday’s embryonic stasis, Be-laboured breathing, Diaphragm heaving. “I thirst” “It is finished” Darkness, the final act!   And yet, the curtain rises Torn in two. History surges forward Thrusting into Saturday’s Penal visitation,...

We are resurrection children

(A short poem reflecting on resurrection and our being reborn through God’s saving grace) Friday’s embryonic stasis, Be-laboured breathing, Diaphragm heaving. “I thirst” “It is finished” Darkness, the final act!   And yet, the curtain rises Torn in two....