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For St Marks Church District Six, Cape Town on Good Shepherd Sunday.

An Audio of The reflection on Psalm 23 the words of which you will find at https://wp.me/p51XOn-ay

Byzantium Jesus the Good Shepherd on Left, Orthodox Icon of Jesus the Good Shepherd on Right.

Audio of Address to St Mark’s District 6 Cape Town

Graffiti Walk in Woodstock during Covid 19

On one of my morning walks during lock down in the Western Cape I came across a feast of graffiti in Woodstock and Salt River. I have always been fascinated by graffiti on walls and for the most part saw it as unlawfulness and an irritation. I found that the earliest bubble and triangular graffiti wasn’t very exciting or attractive, and seemed to degrade an area. These day I find myself taking quite a different view. The graffiti artists have come a long way and are producing some wonderful art which is transforming the dreariness of buildings and even homes. …

Reflection for Fathers’ day

Psalm 86: 15But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God,slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. I have come not to bring peace on earth but a sword. Matt 10:34 Today in our worship we focus on Fathers, we give thanks for them and we hold them before God in our prayers.This has not been a good week on one level for us in the Western Cape and in our country as a whole – the numbers contracting the Corona virus continue to grow and we have been hearing news since the lifting of the ban on alcohol …

I Play to Win I Play to Play

Play to Win, Play to Play I gave a talk to the College of which I was the Chaplain a few years ago, on the role of sport in my life. I have always been a ball player, and loved balls of all shapes and sizes from very early in my life. I seemed to have wasted so much time in my life throwing a ball against a wall, catching or bowling or batting or kicking a ball. I learned to play hockey in the streets of Woodstock when I was very young. My elder brother and my sisters played …

Pentecost Moments

Love and the Island of CavesLove and masks in an urban areain the time of  covid-19 lockdown We have come to this placewhere we are real to each other onlyFacing each other in Plato’s caveEveryone else a masked shadowpassing. In the lilies above our bedthe flowers fade and there are only the spaces,macabre faces in a slow dance of fear. Most real to us are the shaftsof sunlight in the bougainvilleamixing crimson with potato-bush bluethe chirruping choir of sparrowsand the chew-chit of the collared sunbird,as lost as we in their new freedom. Voices of neighbours unrhythm our morningLaughter across the yards invade usdislocated …

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