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**Heading: "Unseen Realities: Faith Beyond the Visible"**

There’s a pothole on my street in Akasia so deep I’m convinced it’s a secret gateway to the center of the earth. Every time I swerve to avoid it, I think about how much of life is like that—unseen dangers, hidden blessings, and the things we navigate by faith rather than sight. Paul’s words in 2 Corinthians 4:18 hit differently when you live in a country where the visible reality often feels like a bad rerun of a telenovela—load-shedding, political drama, and the ever-looming question: *"Will the Wi-Fi come back before my data runs out?"*  

Yet, here’s the divine irony: the things we *can’t* see—faith, hope, love, the Kingdom of God—are the only things holding this nation together.  

### **The Illusion of the "Real" World**  

We live in an age where reality is curated. Instagram filters smooth out wrinkles, Twitter wars distort truth, and the news cycle spins so fast that by the time you’ve processed one crisis, three more have taken its place. In South Africa, we’ve mastered the art of surviving the seen while forgetting the unseen. We measure our lives in rands, kilowatts, and retweets—but what about the currency of eternity?  

Jesus operated in this tension. He healed the sick (visible), but He also forgave sins (invisible). He fed thousands (visible), but He spoke of a bread that would never perish (invisible). Even now, He’s building a Kingdom we can’t yet see with physical eyes—but one day, *every* knee will bow (Philippians 2:10).  

### **A Personal Encounter with the Unseen**  

Last month, I met a woman in Mamelodi who runs a soup kitchen. No government funding, no viral hashtag—just her, a pot, and faith that God would multiply her efforts like the loaves and fishes. One day, she had food for 20 kids. Fifty showed up. She prayed over the pot, served them all, and *there were leftovers*. Coincidence? The world would say yes. Faith says: *"God is real, even when He works behind the scenes."*  

That’s the scandal of Christianity—we serve a God who often hides His power in weakness, His wealth in generosity, and His kingdom in mustard-seed faith.  

### **South Africa’s Unseen Battle**  

Right now, our country is obsessed with visible solutions—more laws, more money, more protests. But what if the real battle is in the unseen? What if corruption isn’t just a political problem but a *spiritual* one (Ephesians 6:12)? What if the healing of this nation starts in prayer closets before it reaches Parliament?  

I think of Elijah on Mount Carmel (1 Kings 18), outnumbered, mocked, yet unshaken because he knew fire still fell on unseen altars. South Africa, we need to remember: *God is still in the business of fire.*  

### **The Eternal vs. The Temporary**  

The world says, *"If I can’t see it, it’s not real."* Faith says, *"If God said it, it’s already done."* The cross looked like defeat—until the resurrection.  

So when the lights go off (again), when the news is bleak (again), when the potholes seem endless (always)—fix your eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. Because what is seen is temporary. But what is unseen? That’s where eternity lives.  

And that, my friends, changes everything.  

**Amen?**  

**Food for Thought:**  

- *Where in your life are you trusting only what you see?*  

- *How can you live today as if God’s invisible Kingdom is the most real thing?*  

*(Drop your thoughts in the comments—let’s wrestle with this together.)*  

**#UnseenRealities #FaithBeyondSight #SouthAfricaBelieve**  

*(Author’s Note: Written from my kitchen table in Akasia, with load-shedding battery backup and a heart full of hope.)*  



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