Buildings and People (Part 2)

The singing is great, only this time we are required to dance when our name is called. It is a somewhat embarrassing experience, though fun, I am pleased that none of us are famous enough to warrant TV crews who will share footage far and wide. It is enough to say, white folk can't dance!

The Old Mutare Mission

I wonder about the history before Rhodes, but this is a history almost destroyed by the era of colonisation and post-inpendence. I'm concerned that only looking back to the days when Zimbabwe was apparently known as the breadbasket of Africa will not bring the answers Zimbabwe needs.

Education, Training and Employment

He also left me with the question, “what is the face of the church?” At the moment I am unsure. I am not sure that the Church is a positive reflection of Jesus. It may well be a body that is broken and beaten but not necessarily from the doing of others but of self harm and self abuse.

Bulawayo Church

It is great to hear the music, the sound of a few simple instruments and the beauty of the singing.

Lessons in Being a Tourist in Africa (Part 3)

Lesson 16: Paying a bride is part of the way of life. Lesson 17: Get away from the tourist areas. Lesson 18: Learn from the locals. Lesson 19: Take a safari and prepare to see nothing but look out for everything.

Lessons in Being a Tourist in Africa (Part 1)

Lesson 1: Don't be an arse! Lesson 2: Respect and honour. Lesson 3: Wear Sunscreen! Lesson 4: Don't frighten the wildlife. Lesson 5: Be prepared for rain. Lesson 6: Observe the sky. Lesson 7: Expect surprises.

My Senses Fly

The first thing is the heat. Followed by the smells. Breathing in the African air, the warmth and depth of a myriad of harmoniously clashing scents. It feels like coming home.

Just Voices

I am a white, university educated, male. I like to think I am empathetic and understanding. I thought I knew about gender equity but until I stopped to listen I realised I had no idea. #justvoicesconference, #ideashaveconsequences, #genderequity

Keep on Marching

On Sunday I stood and watched as thousands of women marched through the streets of London as part of Processions 2018 and I was inspired. But, there is a problem. It requires that we keep on marching, keep on processing, keep on telling the story.

Open the eyes of your Church, Lord

In the days following the resurrection of Jesus his disciples had their eyes and minds opened to things they had not seen or understood previously. I pray that the church today would have its eyes opened and be a place; a people; a community of hope for the world. Open the eyes of your Church, Lord.