Hope For Grabouw

I don’t have a lot of recollections of Apartheid. I grew up in its fade-out phase. I was only six years old when Mandela was released from prison. Back then I didn’t even know who Nelson Mandela was but I remember the hope with which people spoke about him. I vaguely remember what happened in Melrose Place with the forceful evictions in the 90’s. I remember as a boy, helping families gathering their belongings that was scattered all over that dusty open field. I remember the barbed wires, and begging treats from the SA Army guys patrolling our streets. I … Continue reading Hope For Grabouw

I should learn to “Shut The EFFF Up”

So, a couple of days ago I did the ONE THING Christians, especially a youth pastor, are NOT allowed to do: I cussed (the F-word)….on Facebook (gasping). A lot of people were quite offended by that, and I want to apologize for that. I’m sorry that I did not portray much of the Jesus-likeness I’m supposed to show. And I could try to justify it by saying I was angry and therefore did not think properly, but I’d be lying (which is a pretty acceptable Christian behaviour in 21st century culture). But I knew exactly what I was doing. In … Continue reading I should learn to “Shut The EFFF Up”