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Koyati may be a simple cattle herder from the plains of the Serengeti. But Captain Ndulu had no right to call him a baboon.
A novel as wide as the African savannah
The judgment of Koyati, a poor herdboy from a remote village in Tanzania, is often clouded, as if he were a crocodile lurking under muddy waters. He would rather be quick and clear-eyed like Rabbit.
He goes to the city and soon lands in prison. A parole officer calls him a baboon. Insulted to the core, Koyati starts incorporating a baboon in his woodcarving. On death row he discovers that he has world-class talent.
Can his art save him?
Suddenly, there's a giant in your life.
His name is not Goliath. This one calls himself Chronic Pain. And he won't go away.
Your pain giant may have been stalking you for months, years, or decades. Or he may have appeared in the flash of an exploding IED or in the crash of a car accident. Or he may have entered your life during the unexpected onset of an illness. Suddenly, he’s there. Maybe you don’t realize right away how big he is. Then you look up and he’s blocking out the sun. And you realize that you're going to have to kill him. But all you have is a sling and a handful of pebbles.
Lord, what must I do with this burden you gave me?
One hundred Christian devotions for when you burden is too heavy and the hill too steep
The mythological character Sysiphus was condemned to roll a heavy rock up a steep hill. Every time he got to the top, his strength would give out and the rock would roll right back down to the bottom of the hill. Doesn’t life feel like this sometimes? Each one of us has a rock like that. That rock is often not taken away from us, because we live in a world that is full of sin and evil. But Christians know that God can lend you His strength when yours is gone. In this book I have collected 100 devotions that — and this is my prayer — could make that heavy burden a little bit lighter.
If you and I are God's arrows, then He is going to have a hard time hitting the target.
A bundle of theological essays about famous people in the history of Christianity
God uses flawed people to achieve His purpose. He shoots a straight shot with a crooked arrow. This is a collection of essays about God's crooked arrows throughout history.This is a collection of theological essays about the people who, through the ages, have woven the rich tapestry of what we believe today. I write about Job's rebellion against God; the countless miles traveled by Paul and his companions; Augustine's struggle against the Donatists — about a host of theologians, reformers, and reprobates who formed our spiritual world. This book is about the flawed people who featured in the history of Christianity.
You look up, and there he is — your personal giant. You need ammo!
Sometimes the obstacles facing us look enormous. Turn to prayer when your own strength fails.
In the Bible story of how the young shepherd boy David killed Goliath, the Philistine Giant, we learn that David selected five pebbles to put in his pouch. He took one of them, put it in his sling, swung his sling, and brought the giant down.
We all face giants in our life. Like Goliath, they have names — I have faced a brute named Chronic Pain; you may be up against a particularly nasty one called Cancer; others face Loneliness, Addiction, Financial Troubles, Family Discord, Divorce, Loss of a Loved One — the list of Philistines goes on and on. The one as nasty as the next.
So God arms us with prayer.
Each sincere prayer we pray is like one of David’s pebbles.
I pray that these ten short devotions will help you in your ongoing struggle to overcome the giant in your life.
The American hunter shouldn't have shot Jan du Plessis' lion. Not like that.
A short story of the South African bushveld
When Jan du Plessis stopped on his farmyard after a business trip to Pretoria, he knew there was something wrong. There were too many of his neighbours' vehicles for a Tuesday afternoon. And there were too many men standing in front of the eight-foot fence of his lion enclosure.