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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 ...
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The Debt of the Diligent

MY NEIGHBOUR’S HANDS & MY OWN I am writing to you from my stoep in Akasia, where the Jacarandas are not blooming—the water crisis has seen to that. The other morning, I watched my neighbour, a young man named Thabo, a graduate in logistics, walk to the taxi rank at 5 a.m. He holds a degree that cost his widowed mother her retirement. He will sit at a call centre for R3,800 a month―because for three years he has applied to hundreds of jobs, and this is the one that answered. And I have asked myself: Is Thabo diligent? By every measure of human effort, yes. Then I hear our President address the nation. Finance Minister Godongwana announces a budget of R292.8 billion for social grants, reaching more than 26 million beneficiaries. And I nod with gratitude, for the vulnerable must eat. But then I open the Mail & Guardian. On Workers’ Day 2026, the headline cuts deeper than a panga: “Workers’ Day is hollow when millions lack jobs”. The official unemployment rate stands at 31.4 per ce...
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The Rudder of Your Response

The Rudder of Your Response By Harold Mawela A Memorable Morning on the R21 I recall a bitter morning in May 2023. I was driving along the R21 from Pretoria toward the OR Tambo Airport, the dawn still fighting its way through the smog of industrial Ekurhuleni. My car—a second-hand 2016 Toyota Corolla I had named "Grace"—began to stutter and choke. The service engine light flashed like an accusation. There I was, stranded on the shoulder between the Boschkop and R25 off-ramps, watching taxis laden with commuters honk past without mercy. My smartphone battery was at 7 percent. My meeting with a publisher in Sandton was slipping away. I sat there feeling the full weight of South African frustration: the Eskom load-shedding hanging over my head like a sword, the fuel price at R25 per litre making a tow truck feel like a luxury cruise, the crime statistics that made me glance nervously into my rearview mirror. "God," I muttered, "why do You allow these inconvenience...
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The Remote You Refuse to Release

The Remote You Refuse to Release A Devotional by Harold Mawela Scripture: "Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." (Matthew 6:34) My neighbour in Akasia, Mr. Dlamini, has three television remotes on his coffee table. But he only needs one. The other two control decoders he cancelled months ago. When I asked him why he keeps them, he laughed and said, "Sho, Harald, what if I need them again? What if the new service fails?" What if. What if. What if. Two dead remotes. Useless. But he refuses to release them. I walked back to my gate that afternoon, and the Holy Spirit hit me like a taxi on the R80 freeway—not to harm me, but to wake me up. Harold, you do the same thing every morning. You hold remotes to days that no longer exist and days that have not yet breathed. You press buttons on tomorrow's problems and wonder why today feels stuck. The Anatomy of a Ghost War Let me define my terms with the ...
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The Hospital of the Broken

Hospital of the Broken: Why Your Wound Is Your Welcome Pass I know loneliness. Not the quiet kind you choose on a retreat—but the raw, bleeding kind. In 2019, before I found my feet in Akasia, I sat in my cramped rented room in Soshanguve for three straight months. A church splitting had left me—left us—gutted. I trusted that deacon. I poured into that ministry. And when the elders turned on each other over—what else?—money from the building fund, they turned on me too. I became the collateral damage of a holy war I never signed up for. So I pulled back. And my silence felt safe. My prayer couch became my confessor. My Bible became my only brother. I told myself: No more hypocrites. No more politics. Just me and God, right? Wrong. By month two, I found myself watching scandalous late-night television and justifying it. By month three, I had stopped praying aloud. My theology remained correct—but my heart had grown cold. I was like a kettle kept off the fire: still full of water, but un...
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The Crown in the Storm

 THE CROWN IN THE STORM Scripture Foundation: “But He knows the way that I take; when He has tested me, I shall come forth as gold.” (Job 23:10) PART ONE: THE PARADOX OF PERSECUTION Let me tell you something that will either liberate you or infuriate you: Your storm is not a sentence it is a scepter. I learned this truth in the burning crucible of my own back yard—right here in Akasia, Pretoria. It was 2023, and load shedding had just hit Stage 6 again. There I sat, candle flickering, sweat dripping, and my youngest daughter asked me: “Papa, why does God allow darkness?” Before I could answer, the gunshots rang out from the kasi next door. Another taxi war. Another soul sent to eternity unprepared. And in that moment, the Holy Spirit arrested me. Not with comfort—but with confrontation. “Harold,” the whisper came, “stop mistaking your battlefield for your burial ground.” PART TWO: WHAT YOUR ENEMY REVEALS ABOUT YOU Let us define our terms with surgical precision: Storm — Any soverei...
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The God-Shaped Silence

The God-Shaped Silence Scripture: “My soul finds rest in God alone.” (Psalm 62:1) A Confession from Akasia Let me tell you something I have learned the hard way, sitting here in my flat in Akasia, Pretoria, with the distant sound of taxis hooting and my neighbour’s television bleeding through the wall. Three weeks ago, I found myself doing something ridiculous. There I was—midnight, thumb scrolling through Instagram, watching people I haven't spoken to in years post pictures of their dinners, their babies, their new cars. And I thought to myself: Why am I here? What am I searching for? I was lonely. Not alone—there is a difference. Lonely. That hollow ache that makes you reach for your phone the moment you wake up, hoping someone has noticed you exist. But here is the truth that broke me free, and I want you to hear it clearly: Loneliness is not the absence of affection—it is the absence of direction. Defining Our Terms Let us be precise, because the enemy of our souls loves vaguen...
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