Failure Isn't Final. Harold Mawela

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The Command of Your Sail

The Command of Your Sail Scripture: “Who then is this, that even the wind and the sea obey Him?” (Mark 4:41) Let me tell you about the Wednesday the lights went out and my faith nearly went with them. It was three weeks ago here in Akasia. Eskom had blessed us with Stage 6 load-shedding again. There I sat, candle flickering on my kitchen table, cellphone battery dying, and the news on my radio telling me that our beloved South African rand was taking another beating. My mind began its old, familiar dance: How will you pay the school fees? What about the car repair? Your mother’s hypertension medicine—did you budget for the price increase? I caught myself begging. Not praying begging. Whimpering at the storm like a man drowning in ankle-deep water. Then the Holy Spirit—bless His relentless kindness whispered: Stop begging the waves for mercy. I slept in your storm. Now speak to it. Define Your Terms, Lest You Drown in Confusion Let us be precise, because confusion is the devil's fa...

The Cage of Comfort

The Cage of Comfort Scripture: "Launch out into the deep and let down your nets for a catch." (Luke 5:4) My dear brother, my dear sister—let me tell you something this morning from my study window here in Akasia, where the Pretoria sun is rising over the purple jacarandas. I see my neighbour, Mr. Ndlovu, backing out his BMW for the fifth time this week. Nice car. Steady salary at the Department of Home Affairs. No drama. And I whisper to myself: Blessing has become a blanket, and that blanket has become a bed. And a bed, beloved, is where men fall asleep. The Paradox of Prosperity Let us define our terms clearly. Comfort is not sin. I must say this plainly, lest the zealots among you throw away your mattresses. Comfort—the legitimate rest, the fruit of honest labour, the provision of a loving God—is a gift. Did not Solomon say, "There is nothing better for a person than that he should eat and drink and find enjoyment in his toil" (Ecclesiastes 2:24)? Yes, he did. B...

The Sound of Sacred Silence

The Sound of Sacred Silence: A Theology for Noisy Times Scripture: “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10) By Harold Mawela Akasia, Pretoria Part One: The Architecture of Absence Let me tell you about a Tuesday that nearly broke me. It was last year, in this very city of Pretoria. The rains had failed again—dimbaza, we call it in the old tongue—and the dust from the informal settlements across the Apies River blew into my chest like the ashes of forgotten promises. I sat on my stoep in Akasia, the sky the colour of a rusted roof, and I listened. Nothing. Not the comforting hum of loadshedding that silence I know too well. Not the distant toyi-toyi from a protest in the CBD. Not even the rogue taxi hooting its three-note hymn to impatience. Just silence. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums like a thumb on a bruise. I had been praying. For weeks. Maybe months. For my nephew, Thabo, who had graduated with honours from TUT but could not find work because the econ...

The Scaffold of Spirit-Led Success

The Scaffold of Spirit-Led Success By Harold Mawela Akasia, Pretoria A Personal Confession: The Hole in My Roof Let me tell you about the morning the heavens fell into my living room. It was a wet January in Akasia, the kind where the Jacaranda leaves turn to slippery pulp on the pavement and the potholes along Daan De Wet Nel Drive become baptismal pools for reckless taxi drivers. I had just finished painting my ceiling—a labor of love, I told myself. Three coats of white gloss. I was building a sanctuary. But I had not counted the cost. I had not calculated the weight of the water tank in the loft. I had not factored in the rust eating through the support beams. I had not sat down, as the Scripture commands, to determine whether I had sufficient to finish. And so, at 2 AM, with a sound like a gunshot and a groan like Goliath falling, the ceiling collapsed. Water, insulation, and seven years of my wife's stored memories rained down on my new couch My neighbour, Bra Vusi, knocked o...

The Principle Before the Possession

THE PRINCIPLE BEFORE THE POSSESSION Scripture: “The hand of the diligent shall bear rule: but the slothful shall be under tribute.” (Proverbs 12:24) Beloved in Akasia, in Pretoria, and across this bruised and beautiful land of South Africa— Let me tell you a story. A story from my own life, from the dust and determination of this township we call home. Years ago, when I was still finding my feet in ministry, I met a young man in Soshanguve. Brilliant mind. Golden tongue. He could quote Scripture like a Pharisee and pray like a prophet. But every time I visited him, he was sitting on the same broken chair, under the same leaking roof, waiting for the same “break” that never came. He had a vision to start a media ministry—podcasts, YouTube, the whole package. But when I asked him, “What have you done today toward that vision?” he looked at me and said, “I’m waiting on the Lord, bra.” I smiled. Then I opened my Bible to Proverbs 12:24. Possession Is Not the Presence of a Product—It Is the...

The Crucible of Your Calling

The Crucible of Your Calling Scripture: “But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.” (Job 23:10) A Prelude from Akasia I am writing to you from my veranda in Akasia, Pretoria. The winter chill is beginning to whisper across the Highveld, and as I sit here with my coffee now lukewarm, because I have been staring at the horizon for too long I hear the familiar hum of a taxi struggling up the hill. It coughs, sputters, and for a moment, I think it has died. But the driver does not give up. He revs again. The engine screams. And slowly, painfully, the vehicle conquers the incline. I smiled. Because that taxi is a sermon. My brother, my sister, you feel like that taxi, don’t you? You feel the weight of the passengers—responsibilities, debts, disappointments pressing down on your chassis. You hear the engine knocking. The world looks at you and says, “You are breaking down.” But God looks at you and says, “You are breaking through.” The Geography of ...