The Roof Wreckers

The sun is pounding down on my broken body. I close my eyes to keep away its sharp light, and fight down the nausea as my friends jostle my stretcher through the crowd.

“We’re almost there Eldad.” I hear the concern in Dan’s voice, and try to give a reassuring smile.

“Make way please,” he shouts. “Paralysed man coming through.”

“Hey,” a deep voice growls, “we’re all trying to see the Rabbi here. You can’t just push in like that.”

“Yes. Wait your turn,” other voices chorus, and I catch glimpses of scowling faces as I open my eyes again.

“This is hopeless,” Amos whispers. “We’ll never get into that house.” Continue reading

Hurt? Grieving? Lost? So was This Man…

All around me there are hurting people. One of my friend’s is undergoing cancer treatment. Another lies seriously ill in ICU. Others are dealing with grief that wraps its icy fingers around their hearts long after those around them have forgotten and moved on. Some are facing the betrayal of a spouse; others are struggling to overcome childhood hurts and abuse.

My own struggles are not this big, but—even then—navigating everyday life leaves me feeling lost and depleted sometimes. Continue reading

Towdah – Thanking God in the midst of Cancer

One of my greatest joys in the last few years, has been meeting up with other Christian writers. This has happened in several places and in different ways. Online, through the FaithWriters website, where I discovered a welcoming world of men and women who all loved God and writing. Locally, when I had the great privilege of going to a South African Christian Writers Conference, where further connections and friendships developed. The special thing about this ‘connectedness’ is that, not only have I met fascinating people all over the world, but I have also been introduced to writing that I would probably never have discovered.

“Towdah” is such a book, written by a woman called Sheryl Holmes, who I met through an online Writer’s group. Continue reading