Painting by my wife, Annemarie Coertse
This morning, I went to my "maternity ward" to make horse-manure compost tea. I use what is foul and smelly to bring new growth to my plants. As I filled three refuse bins with water to cover the dry horse manure, thinking about many things and praying for my people, I heard a sound directly above my head. And the sound kept buzzing.
BUZZ. BUZZ.
BUZZ.
It was the
sound of creation continuing its work of creation—that was my very first
thought: creation was taking place here in my maternity ward. And I am privy to
such a phenomenal drama.
Using horse
manure to make compost tea is one thing; the buzzing was another.
Every now
and then I stopped filling the bins with water just to listen.
Listen carefully.
Then I
looked up at my neighbour's cypress tree peering over the garden wall.
I stood
perfectly still.
Listening.
Watching.
Then I saw
how creation carries on: bees already circling, buzzing, diving and rising,
diving and rising. Bees bring hope. They keep working regardless of what is
happening around them; they know nothing of the Madlanga Commission.
I know it
has been a very long time since I last worked on my blog. But when I heard how
tirelessly creation carries on, I simply knew: this is the day I must write.
The fact that I have not written anything for a long time does not mean I have
done nothing. On the contrary, I have accomplished a great deal. Much of what I
have been busy with will eventually find its way into my blog.
In
particular, I have been reflecting deeply on my life of faith.
The
painting of these bees was done by my wife, Annemarié, and she gave it to me as
a gift to share with my readers.
I send you
my greetings and prayers for God's blessing.
