BEES BRING HOPE AND TIRELESSLY LABOUR IN CREATION

 

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.

Painting by my wife Annemarie Coertse

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.

Please write to me: neelscoertse@wirelessza.co.za