Belonging
My name is Giovanni Ryno Mally born in Manenberg the youngest of four siblings I was raised by my mom. Dad had his own thing going. He was a gang member of high rank in the number gang.
My name is Giovanni Ryno Mally born in Manenberg the youngest of four siblings I was raised by my mom. Dad had his own thing going. He was a gang member of high rank in the number gang.
When I was younger, watching Ed, Edd, and Eddy on Cartoon Network, I was struck by a line flippantly delivered by Eddy: “You know what they say, a little childhood trauma builds character.” I figured that it was okay; whatever I was going through would make me interesting with a wicked sense of humour. And while that was true, looking back over my life, I have seen the ugly underside of that pearl of cartoon wisdom.
I first heard Sarah's theology of ‘The Beautiful Withness’ earlier this summer. A week later, fascist riots broke out across my nation. My immediate thought was, “Here we go” bracing as if for physical impact, though miles away from the violence at the time.
My name is Vincynthia and I come from Atlantis in the Western Cape of South Africa. I now live in Manenberg with my five children and husband. Looking back over past memories of what was, I get a glimpse of experiencing a withness that I later in life named uMoya – meaning wind or spirit in Xhosa and Zulu.
My name is Sikelelwa. I am writing from the Eastern Cape where I grew up. I was fortunate that my grandparents from both sides of my family raised us up in the Lord. I was born in a world where we did not ask if God existed but as children we debated what God was like.
We are entering into the Christmas season, preparing for the celebrating and remembering of the arrival of Jesus into the world, Emmanuel, God with us. Learning the person of Jesus who is Emmanuel, has really been the story of my life and so as my way of honouring this God who is with us, I want to remember Him and share some of my story with you.
We were mid worship set when the electricity ran out. The guest worship leader didn’t miss a beat, we just switched to a cappella and kept going. Us. Our unlikely community from so many different walks of life, singing as one, full of joy and gratitude.