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. But, when he told me that this rabbi Jesus had healed the man by touching him, I knew the story had to be false. No-one touches a leper.
No-one has touched me for years.
Even now I have to swallow back tears as I recall the last time Anatu drew me into an embrace. I wanted to warn her not to, but instead I cried into her hair, breathing in the smell of oil and nettles. When we finally drew apart and she held out the baby for me to cradle one last time, I shook my head. The risk was too great. Continue reading
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