Fr Mathibela Sebothoma

It was like any other Monday. An unofficial holiday for some priests. And yet, it was unusual. My assistant, Deacon Elias Senona, called me, on a Monday....

I did not expect my father to go so soon. Even now I don’t know how to describe my feelings. Though my family and acquaintances perceive me...

I am standing at the church door greeting parishioners as they head home. Only then I realised only one of our immigrant parishioners had come for our...

It must be sad for our archbishop and diocese of Pretoria. In April Archbishop George Daniel turned 75. Canon law requires that bishops tender their resignation on...

It is possible. Life without a cellphone. A day without a laptop. Surely it is, but not without pain. Life has not been the same since the...

The drama starts at 10:48 am one Thursday morning. A young man knocks at the door. He is looking for a Mr Sibiya. Unsuspectingly I tell him...

Every year Thandi Skhosana and Angy Mlilwane put up a Bethlehem Christmas nativity scene in their parish. Near the crib there is a collection box. Fellow parishioners...

I was visiting a family from our parish for a prayer. At the conclusion of the litany of the saints, the father of the house spontaneously started...

At the door are Umkhonto we Sizwe veterans who visited me in the parish. They were bearers of good news. They are canvassing that our parish, St...

The other day I met Fr Edward Rakgokong. Ordained two years ago, he looks after five semi-rural Church communities. He has to travel long distances to reach...