The Chronicles of Load-Shedding . Harold Mawela

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The Divine Subpoena on Your Struggle

Title: The Unseen Architect: Why Your Greatest Frustration is the Blueprint of Your Destiny Scripture: “For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” (Ephesians 2:10) Let me tell you a story. Just last week, I was sitting in my study in Akasia, the Pretoria skyline a distant haze, scrolling through news that felt like a spiritual weight. Load-shedding schedules flickered on my screen alongside headlines of political noise and economic anxiety. My own heart, however, was heavy with a quieter tension—a project I’d felt God place in my spirit seemed stalled, blocked at every turn by lack, by doubt, by sheer logistical impossibility. It felt like trying to build a cathedral with a teaspoon. I sighed, a sound drowned out by the familiar hum of my inverter kicking in. And in that mundane, frustrating moment, the Spirit whispered a truth so profound it rearranged my perspective: Your frustration is not a sign o...

Your New Beginning is Not a Wish

Title: The Water You Carry: When Yesterday’s Well Runs Dry. Let us share the shade of this old baobab. The sun is new, yet I see you carry the dust of yesterday’s long road on your shoulders. I hear a familiar sigh in your spirit—the sigh of one who has drawn from a well only to find it silted with the sand of old struggles, cyclical fatigue, and frustrations that echo like a broken drum. The scripture whispers a truth our ancestors knew in their bones: “Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?” But how do we perceive the new stream when our eyes are fixed on the cracked earth of the old season? I. The Three Layers of Fatigue: Soil, Seed, and Sky There is a tiredness that sits in the muscles. There is a tiredness that settles in the mind. And there is a tiredness that seeps into the spirit, convincing you that the map you hold is the only territory that exists. This is the trinity of exhaustion: the pers...

The Stillness Where Direction Is Found

My friends, my family, children of the great southern soil. This is Harold Mawela, greeting you from Akasia as the morning sun warms the red earth. Today, we do not seek power in the frantic pace, but in the profound pause. We begin with the ancient anchor, the Word that steadies every soul: “In repentance and rest is your salvation, in quietness and trust is your strength.” Did you hear it? Your strength is not summoned from the strain, but from the stillness. This is not a soft suggestion for the weary; it is a divine law for the warrior. And so, I plant this seed of truth for you today: The most intelligent leadership—for your life, your home, your work—is born not in the noise of knowing, but in the quietness of questioning. You cannot hear the compass of your spirit while marching to the drum of the world's demand. The Parable of the Rushing River and the Reflective Pool Let me tell you a story of two waters. There was a rushing, roaring river, powerful and loud, carving its ...

The Praise That Precedes Victory

The Prisoner's Praise: How Your Midnight Hymn Becomes a Weapon There’s a sound that shatters chains. It’s not the clang of a hammer or the crack of a whip. It’s a hymn, sung off-key in the dark. It’s the sound of praise that precedes victory. Here in Akasia, as the Highveld summer rains finally ease after weeks of flooding that closed our Kruger National Park and left a nation grieving, I’ve been thinking about prisons. Not just the ones made of concrete and steel that our Correctional Services manage, but the inner ones—the prisons of anxiety, of despair, of waiting for a break that seems perpetually delayed. We’ve all felt the walls close in. Maybe it’s watching the news—another political leader stepping down, another complex land claim filed, another grim road accident statistic. Maybe it’s a personal flood: a diagnosis, a broken relationship, a dream that feels washed away. Your circumstance becomes your cell, and the darkness feels total. But I want to speak a law of the spiri...

Your True Name Awaits Your Belief

The Law of the True Name: Why You Walk Like a Pauper When the King Calls You His Child Let me tell you a story of two names. Last Tuesday, in the grinding gridlock of the N1, my fuel light glared like an accusing eye. Load-shedding had stolen my chance to charge, and the anxiety was a physical weight. I pulled into a garage in Akasia, my spirit as empty as my tank. The attendant, his face etched with the weariness of our times, moved with a slow, defeated shuffle. As I handed him cash, our eyes met. I saw it—not just fatigue, but a deep, settled resignation. He was not just a man doing a job; he was a man defined by the job, by the struggle, by the relentless kaffir of South African life. The world had written a name on his forehead: Invisible. Struggling. Not Enough. Is that not the air we breathe? A culture that names you by your credit score, your social media likes, your clan name, your past failures, or the political party you despise the least. We are baptized in a river of other...

Anchoring to the Supreme Reality

Anchored in the Storm: The Supreme Philosophy of Christ for a Shifting Continent By Harold Mawela | Akasia, Pretoria The Day I Couldn’t Find South Africa Let me tell you about the morning I woke up and could not find my country. Oh, the map was still there—the familiar boot-like shape at the southern tip of the continent. The roads still led to Pretoria, the lights still flickered over Johannesburg. But the soul of the place, the foundational truth we stood on, seemed to have vanished into a digital fog. It was the week after our nation, a beacon of complex hope, hosted the G20—a monumental first for an African state. Yet instead of a chorus of unity, my social media scroll was a battlefield. One side declared us heroes for standing against global powers; the other prophesied economic ruin from severed trade ties and aid cuts. My cousin’s WhatsApp status read, “They are cutting us off,” while a news alert blared about our continent being projected as the world’s fastest-growing economy...