Cry of the Young Heart
There was a time when the sound of youth could be heard by the tapping of a skipping rope as […]
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There was a time when the sound of youth could be heard by the tapping of a skipping rope as […]
Cry of the Young Heart Read Post »
My university education has been a long and difficult journey. I have changed courses multiple times and even now, in
Pens, Books and the Colosseum Read Post »
Many of us have had the misfortune of watching time move as quickly as a tortoise. There are times in our work, school or ministry that bring us to a moment of staring helplessly at a clock.
Our Dance With Time Read Post »
Rich. Filthy rich. That’s what they are. Off of our vanities and insecurities, they are made wealthy. In their eyes we are piglets to be raised for slaughter. They will press and pull at our flesh and then turn us on our backs and say to the butcher: “Cut it here.”
Hold up the Divine Mirror for True Self Read Post »
I want to be famous. I want my face splashed across billboards on national highways. I want to be on
This is How I (Now) Shoot For the Stars Read Post »
Nthabiseng Maphisa asks: Why are we so attracted to royal fairy tales? I am not close to any members of any royal family on earth. I am neither a duchess nor an empress. As far as my knowledge can stretch, I am not a princess, though I have dreams of living like one some day.
That Fascination with their Majesties Read Post »
I feel bad for those who have become so consumed with the errands of the day that they have not taken the time to lift their heads and count the white threads in God’s own tapestry. They sit like jewels in a black velvet box.
See the Jewels on Black Velvet Read Post »
And just as I am tempted to bite into a burger combo, I am in the same way tempted to sink my teeth into the daily dish of parish affairs. That’s right, people, ain’t no gossip like church gossip.
Do you want Fries with that Gossip? Read Post »
The opening words of the sonnet “Death Be Not Proud” by the 17th-century British poet and cleric John Donne have resonated with me over the past couple of weeks.
Put the Final Nail in Death’s Coffin Read Post »