Bumper Sticker Christianity

Bumper Sticker Christianity

"Christianity in Africa is a river one mile wide and one inch deep." So goes the popular saying. To put it another way: while half of Africa is professedly Christian, the quality of faith of most of those four...

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Food for Thought

Food for Thought

"A pastor needs to read," said one of my students recently. "But we don't have anything to read." True enough. When students in the past left Zomba Theological College after their studies to take up congregations in the various synods...

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The Sound of Marching, Charging Feet

The Sound of Marching, Charging Feet

Last week as I walked through Zomba to the post office two men in front of me almost came to blows. Yelling, pushing, shaking fists, I couldn't make out a single word of their high-volume, rapid-fire Chichewa. But I...

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In the Days of Israel

In the Days of Israel

It was one of those days when Bible stories came alive around me. Sunday morning I was driving to a colleague’s congregation in the countryside outside Zomba. He had asked me to preach and celebrate the Lord’s Supper in...

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A Heavenly View

A Heavenly View

The view from our house in Zomba is so good it should make a missionary feel guilty. Perching like eagles at 1000 metres elevation, we look down upon the tail end of the Great Rift Valley, which runs down...

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Zomba Prison Blues

Zomba Prison Blues

Visiting a prison in Malawi is not a pleasant experience. I imagine the sense of confinement you feel when the iron gate clangs shut behind you, as well as the palpable frustration and despondency in the air is universal...

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Now the Snake Was the Cleverest of All the Animals the LORD God Had Made

Now the Snake Was the Cleverest of All the Animals the LORD God Had Made

Our four-year old son first spotted the snake from where he was sitting on the living room floor. “Daddy, there’s a dead snake on the khonde (porch),” Mio called out nonchalantly, then returned to his Duplo blocks. I wasn’t...

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Long Walks and Long Waits

Long Walks and Long Waits

It might have been the Holy Family that I saw. Just after Christmas our family was driving through one of the many villages lining the highway. Through my driver’s side window these villages look all alike: thatched huts, a...

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