Joan’s Blog

A friend of mine always chooses a word for the year to journey with. I like the idea, but (ironically for a person who loves words) have seldom managed

“I’d like to speak to the rabbi,” I say, with only a slight tremor in my voice.By all accounts, this rabbi’s teachings are wise and his miracles, spectacular. Some even

I thought it would help to be out on the water. I was wrong. A whole night of futile fishing has left me feeling more frustrated than sitting at

Today, we celebrate Heritage Day in South Africa. It’s a day to both honour the rich cultural diversity of our nation, and to consider and celebrate the family and

Trouble-maker. That was my impression when I first heard of Rabbi Jesus. He swept into Capernaum as if he owned it. His presence drew the sick and downtrodden from

Who would have thought that a global pandemic could teach me to trust God more fully and live for him wholeheartedly? Initially, I was not personally impacted by the encroaching

On the day our sons chose a rabbi over him, my husband was furious. I remember well how he stormed in, his expression darker than a sea squall, to

I watch the sun dropping down to the hills and the shadows lengthening. Clouds on the horizon catch the orange and red tones of the setting sun. A small

It was Shimri who told me about a Jewish rabbi rumoured to have healed a leper. Of course I wanted to believe it to be true. Any leper would.

I lean against the pillar and stare gloomily out over the waters of Bethesda. Even in the shade of the portico, the midday heat accosts me. The press of