Failure Isn't Final. Harold Mawela

Title: THE WEAPON OF YOUR WARFARE: Why Your Panic is Proof You Have Forgotten Your Provider Scripture: "In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you." — 1 Thessalonians 5:18 (KJV) Brothers and sisters, let me ask you a question that might sting like antiseptic on a fresh wound: Why are you panicking? I was sitting on my stoep in Akasia last Tuesday morning. The sun was rising over the Magaliesberg, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold that would make a painter weep. I had my mug of Rooibos in hand. The birds were singing that beautiful, chaotic symphony they sing every morning. And I felt... a knot in my stomach. Loadshedding was scheduled for 10 a.m. The car needed a new tyre. My niece's school fees were due. The news was full of talk about the Budget Speech and the rising cost of everything. In that moment of beauty, I was preparing for a battle that hadn't even started. Then the Holy Spirit whispered to my spirit: ...

“Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I striving to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ.” — Galatians 1:10 INTRODUCTION: The Fickle Phantom Last Thursday, I sat on my porch in Akasia, watching the sun set behind the Moot Valley. The WhatsApp groups were buzzing. Another popular gospel artist had just been publicly torn apart because her new song wasn't "deep enough" for the critics. That same morning, a young pastor messaged me, desperate: "Baba Mawela, people are saying my preaching is too long. Should I cut it down?" I chuckled, but my spirit groaned. We have built an entire culture around their opinion. Public praise has become our daily bread, and the fear of man our morning coffee. We wake up, check the likes, count the comments, and call that "fellowship." Let me be clear: The approval of people is a phantom—it has no body and gives no life, but it will chase ...

“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin.” (Zechariah 4:10, NLT) Beloved in Christ, I greet you from my home here in Akasia, Pretoria—a place where the morning sun rises over the Magaliesberg and the dust of daily struggle settles on every pavement. This morning, as I walked through my neighborhood, I saw a young mother walking three kilometers to the taxi rank because the potholes on her street have destroyed the minibus route. I saw a young man sitting on a curb, scrolling his phone for job listings that never come. I heard a grandmother praying in Zulu over her empty pot, asking God for just enough mealie-meal to see her grandchildren through another night. And I asked myself: Where is the righteousness in this? Scripture is clear: "The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all" (Psalm 34:19). But standing here in South Africa in 2026, where 66% of our people live below the poverty line, wher...

The Forge of Faith “Before I was afflicted I went astray, but now I keep Your word.” (Psalm 119:67) Introduction: The Altar of Apparent Adversity Let me tell you something today, my beloved brother, my beautiful sister in Christ. There is a furnace I have come to love. Not the furnace that melts gold, I am no metallurgist. Not the furnace of a power station we have had enough darkness in this country, praise God the lights have stayed on for over a year now. No, I speak of a furnace far more ancient and far more necessary: the Furnace of Affliction. The obstacle is not the barrier, no. Say it with me: The obstacle is the doorway. You see, I live in Akasia, north of Pretoria. Every morning, when I step onto my stoep and look toward the Magaliesberg, I remember that the mountain did not become a monument by being comfortable. It was pushed up from the depths by fire and pressure. And you, child of God, are no different. The Scripture declares unequivocally: “Before I was afflicted I went...

The summer heat hangs thick over Akasia as I sit at Wonder Park Mall, sipping rooibos tea. Before me, a young woman photographs her gourmet burger for Instagram—angling, filtering, staging. Across the food court, a man in a sharp suit scrolls through his phone, jaw tightening as he watches a colleague’s promotion video. Neither knows the other exists. Yet both are trapped in the same invisible cage: the cell of comparison. Last week, I visited my friend Thabo in Soshanguve. His neighbor, a spaza shop owner, just bought a new double-cab bakkie. Thabo spent the entire evening calculating payment plans, measuring his life against a man drowning in debt—a man who confessed to me later that he lies awake at 2 AM, unable to sleep from the pressure of monthly instalments. "The grass is greener where you water it," my grandmother used to say. But we’ve forgotten how to water our own lawns. Instead, we stare over the fence, calculating, coveting, corroding. 🧠 I. Define Your Terms: Th...

 The Fire of the Flesh Scripture: "He who is slow to anger is better than the mighty, and he who rules his spirit than he who takes a city." (Proverbs 16:32) A Personal Confession from Akasia Let me tell you about last Tuesday. There I was, standing in the queue at the Soshanguve Crossing taxi rank after a long day of writing. The sun was punishing—that dry Pretoria heat that makes asphalt shimmer like a false promise. I had just watched a man push past fifteen people, including an elderly gogo carrying a bag of mealie meal, to claim a taxi that wasn't his. The fire rose in my chest. You know the fire—that sudden, volcanic heat that travels from your stomach to your throat, demanding release. My mouth opened. Words formed like arrows on a bowstring. And then I heard the Spirit whisper: "Harold, the fire you are about to release will burn you first." I closed my mouth. Swallowed the fury. Watched the man disappear into the taxi, oblivious to how close he had come...