God’s Blinding Light
I wonder what it’s like to spend a day at the office with God. Who takes the calls? Are there meetings in boardrooms? How’s the coffee? Is...
Author: Nthabiseng Maphisa
How Well is All With My Soul?
I am a big fan of the television commercials produced by a local fast-food chicken franchise with a rhyming name that is neither Portuguese nor from the...
Our Search for Truth
To this day, I wonder where the saying, “Curiosity killed the cat”, came from. Did the cat drown in a river while peering over a bridge? Did...
Invite Us, Lord, Back To Your Table!
Once I thought it was only a symbol, that by looking at it I might know in part who Christ is. I thought it a great scandal...
Where I Can See God’s Fingerprint
News networks around the globe seem determined to swallow up the horrors of the world and to vomit it out in thirty-minute reports on their channels. It...
Prayer Is a Tricky Little Thing…
A Carmelite nun once said that prayer is the lifting of the soul to the dwelling place of God. Well, truth be told, I have never met...
New Chapter In My Great Book Of Life
Well, here we are. We find ourselves sitting on the benches in an arena as spectators to a fight between world leaders and this most unwelcome virus....
Abracadabra: Magic Or Miracle?
In times of old, there were those who would utter a single word to cast a spell. There were those who would wave a wand and by...
The Burning Fire Of Truth
There are various kinds of lies—and a gentle light is not enough to reveal Truth, writes Nthabiseng Maphisa. In the blackness of the night, amidst the whispers...
To Bring Heaven To Earth, By Brush
I have recently begun to study the different periods in art history. None have brought me to as much awe and admiration as the works seen in...
The Season Of Great Expectations
It’s that time of the year again. There has been overeating and overshopping. The malls were filled with children and teenagers. There was the clamour of trolleys...
The Day I Learned to Clean My Room
It all started with a conversation at lunch with my fellow interns. The question on the importance of making one’s bed arose. “I always make my bed,”...
