Today was a strange day. Stunned silence filled the Jeepney ride home from the landfill site today as I shared what 4 of us had spent our last few hours of ministry doing. Phoebe, a girl of 11 or so, asked us to come and pray, not uncommon here, but in this instance it was for a dead baby who had died 24 hours previous. We laid hands on the baby and prayed for 1 hour and 15 minutes before the coffin arrived. In that time we saw no change in the condition of the baby. We were
‘Cramming it in’ is often how I feel about life and the last few days certainly have not been an exception. In fact, the long weekend just gone could be a dictionary definition. Amid the craziness and the excitement there was one moment that gave poignance, clarity and vision to all the other moments, experiences, flavours and encounters that could otherwise have become lost in time which we often allow to slip into manotony.
The main event of the past few days has been a c
I've always been pretty turned of by people who have websites about themselves & yet here it is, jakemahal.com (I'm cringing a little as I write this). The reason for creating the website is that, basically, people keep asking how they can keep up with what I'm doing and, in fairness, there is probably a call for a place where people can actually find out what I do. The standard answer to the question 'so what do you do?' often leaves people a little baffeld. Many people have