Failure Isn't Final. Harold Mawela

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The Push Before the Praise

I stood in my backyard last week, staring at the Jacaranda tree that has stubbornly refused to bloom for three seasons. My neighbor, Mama Dineo, leaned over the fence with that knowing look. "Harold," she said, "the tree is not dead. It is digging. The roots are fighting through rock. The push is coming." As she spoke, my phone buzzed. Another news alert. The International Monetary Fund had just downgraded its global growth forecast. Fuel prices were surging. The Minister of Higher Education had announced that 3.4 million young South Africans are neither employed nor in education or training—a lived reality, he called it, not a statistic. Across the street, the Mkhatshwa family was packing their belongings. After eighteen months of job hunting, their eldest son, a cum laude engineering graduate, had finally surrendered to despair. "The system is leaking," the Minister had said, describing our education pipeline. "We are failing to move young people fr...

The Burden You Were Never Ordered to Carry

The Burden You Were Never Ordered to Carry: A Wake-Up Call from Akasia Scripture: "Cast your burden on the Lord, and He shall sustain you; He shall never permit the righteous to be moved." (Psalm 55:22) A Personal Confession from the Dusty Streets of Akasia I remember standing at the corner of Sophie Street and Heuningvlei Road, watching a mother chase after her thirty-year-old son who had just lost another job at the factory in Rosslyn. Her voice was cracked with desperation: "My boy, just apply again! I'll fix your CV!" She was exhausted—not from her own labour, but from fighting battles her son refused to enter. That mother was me in disguise. For years, I carried burdens God never packed into my suitcase. I tried to fix my grown nephew's drinking problem with midnight phone calls and tearful sermons. I attempted to resurrect a marriage that had flatlined because I was playing Holy Ghost for a spouse who had his own direct line to heaven. I was exhausted,...

The Grave of Comparison

The Grave of Comparison Scripture: "I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made." (Psalm 139:14) Part One: The Digging Let me tell you about my neighbour, Thabo. Thabo lives three houses down from me in Akasia. Last month, he bought a brand-new BMW X5—pearl white, leather seats that still smell like wealth, rims that catch the morning sun like mirrors. I stood at my gate, coffee in hand, watching him reverse out of his driveway. And in that single moment, something slithered into my chest. Not envy. Worse. Comparison. I started calculating. His gate motor is quieter than mine. His lawn is greener. His wife laughs louder at his jokes. By the time I finished my coffee, I had turned my own home into a museum of inadequacy. And I had not even stepped back inside. Comparison is not a weakness, beloved. It is a grave. And you have been digging it with your own glances. Part Two: The Anatomy of a Grave Let us define our terms clearly. Comparison is the sin of measurin...

The Law of the Open Hand

Title: The Law of the Open Hand: The Divine Paradox of Release and Abundance Scripture: “Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.” (John 12:24) A Confession from Akasia Let me take you back to a sweltering Tuesday afternoon in Akasia, Pretoria. I was standing in my small garden, watching a sparrow peck desperately at a dry patch of earth, searching for a seed that wasn’t there. My heart was just as parched. You see, a few weeks earlier, I had received an eviction notice for my home—sixty days to vacate a place that held eighteen years of my life, my children’s first steps, and my late wife’s favourite armchair where she used to read her Bible by the window. I did what any reasonable man would do: I clenched my fists. I held onto that house like a drowning man grips a plank of wood. I spent sleepless nights strategising, plotting, planning. I drove to the lawyer’s office with a folder stuffed with receipts and lett...

The Loom of Legacy

Title: The Loom of Legacy Scripture: “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.” (Proverbs 18:21, REV) Introduction: The Weaver’s Seat Your tongue is the shuttle on the loom of your life. It is the instrument that flies back and forth, threading the fabric of your tomorrows. With every word of faith, you weave golden thread into the tapestry of your existence. With every complaint, you weave a weak spot—a thin thread that will snap when the weight of testing falls upon it. I learned this lesson the hard way, sitting on a cracked plastic chair in my cousin’s yard in Mamelodi. It was April 15, 2026—just three days ago. The news was full of the protests in Midrand and Tembisa, where thousands of young people had walked from factory to factory with CVs in hand, only to be offered a pitiful 21 jobs for an entire day’s march. My nephew Thabo was among them. When he came home, he slumped onto the couch and said, “Uncle, I’m tired. Nothing ch...

The Economy of Your Anointing

The Economy of Your Anointing Scripture: "See then that you walk circumspectly, not as fools but as wise, redeeming the time, because the days are evil." (Ephesians 5:15-16) Part One: The Currency of the Kingdom Let me tell you about a Thursday morning last month in Akasia. I was sitting at the taxi rank near the Wonderpark Shopping Centre—you know the one, where the smell of burning tyres sometimes mingles with the aroma of vetkoek and coffee. A young man approached me, phone in hand, data bundle already burning. "Pastor, can you pray for my breakthrough?" he asked. I laid hands on him, we prayed fervently. Then he sat down right next to me and spent the next forty-five minutes scrolling through Instagram reels—videos of American teenagers dancing, South African politicians insulting each other, and a cat playing piano. I touched his shoulder. "My son, you asked God for fire, but you are pouring water on your own head." He looked confused. "How so, ...