Buried an old lady of 104 yesterday. The front pew was filled with her 80 year old children. Sometimes life and death are awesome.
African people like Psalm 90 at funerals 'you sweep men away in the sleep of death; they are like the new grass of the morning'.
Western/ English like Psalm 23 'The Lord is my shepherd'.
I spoke about the heavenly Jerusalem using Hebrews 12 which compares Moses and Sinai to the new Jerusalem. The people identified far more with the scary God of Exodus than the God of love that I wanted to talk about.
I preached at Commem this morning. No jacket required. Nice to drop some of the formality I'm used to in the African traditional churches.
Then I did Communion for Methsoc at Rhodes. About 80 or more Xhosa speaking young people. Wonderful. Forgot to put my jacket on - guess what? No one cared.
I've enjoyed the freedom of this weekend - no circuit stewards were available. I appreciate their help - big time! But they are also VERY cautious and I feel very constrained.