A tradition that has emerged every St Paddy’s day is for the wife to buy me a pack of Kilkenny Irish cream ale, to celebrate my Celtic heritage.


It’s a supposition mind you. I’ve no chain of birth certificates and so on to prove I’m part Irish, but I do find Riverdance irresistible.


It’s been a muted St Paddy’s this year. Kilkenny sold out, but that is the least of our problems. The time between St Paddy’s day and Easter has become all about Covid-19.


A lot of people on social media are apologising to 2019 for all the things they said about it when considering what 2020 is shaping up to be.


At the moment, the year 2020 seems to fit hand-in-glove with the maxim of Murphy’s law: Anything that can go wrong will go wrong. Put more gently, and in another way, you will never find a lost article until you buy a replacement.


Or, matter will be damaged in direct proportion to it’s value. Or, you’ll never stub your toes, but the day you hurt one, you will continue to stub it even if you try to be careful.


Murphy’s law is more tongue-in-cheek than anything, however there are recognisable laws that operate consistently because of human nature.


Parkinson’s law holds that work expands to fill the time available for its completion. So, essentially no matter what an employer does to implement a process or system to get work done faster, that improved process or system creates more work to handle. That’s why there’s always so much work to do without enough time.


Student syndrome identifies a human behaviour where people leave things to the last minute. Seen most acutely in students who become experts at cramming right before an exam or assignment. This is apparently also true in the business world where tasks are deliberately not assigned too far in advance of a deadline. Productive panic is evidently better than procrastination.


The law of fibre … eat some, or you’ll know about it


I last wrote about Paul’s book of Romans back in November 2019. A lot has happened since then, and for the last few days – apart from this global pandemic – I’ve been thinking about the two laws that Paul writes about in Romans.


The law of sin and death.


And the law of the Spirit of life in Christ Jesus.


In Romans 7, Paul is writing to remind us of the law of marriage. It is binding on the relationship between the husband and wife ‘until death…do part’.


“Death ends all obligations and contracts. A wife is no longer bound to her husband if he dies because death ends that contract. If her husband dies, she is free from that law.” In the same way, a Believer is freed from trying to please God through the law because he is – in a way – dead to it.


Paul writes that the law is good and it points to the standard of how we ought to live. But we could never abide by it. The law of sin and death basically boils down to the law being vulnerable to sin using it.


Paul writes that he once was ‘innocent’ of coveting (enviously desiring what someone else had) but when he was exposed to the law that said not to covet, that sinful desire used the law to channel sin into that forbidden activity.


Its not that Paul had never coveted before, but when he became aware of the law against coveting, his sinful nature amplified the desire for the forbidden. It is sinful to break the law of God. It’s doubly sinful of sin to use God’s law to break God’s law.


You may be able to imagine Paul becoming aware of his sinfulness in the light of the law with the same blushing realisation of Adam and Eve realising what they had done. But that realisation didn’t change Adam or Paul. Their desire for the forbidden became more acute.


The law of sin and death.


The law was intended to be good, and it is good, however the flaw is not in the commandment but in man’s sinful nature.  It’s entirely perverse that sin could use something good (the law) and use it to stimulate rebellion. The Greek word Paul uses when describing sin seizing the opportunity evokes the idea of sin establishing a beachhead on our territory, using it as a fulcrum from which to launch ever bolder attacks.


The law of sin and death is that we could never follow God’s law. We tripped up. Every time. Sin leads to death. Paul writes that Christians should no longer live that way.


The law can give us the standard to follow, but it could never empower our flesh to be changed and follow it.


The law of the Spirit who gives life (in Christ Jesus) has set us free from the law of sin and death.


This is what Paul was talking about when he described Believers who have ‘died to the law through the body of Christ’ and ‘now, by dying to what once bound us, we have been released from the law so that we serve in the new way of the Spirit’ (Romans 7: 4, 6).


The key is ‘in Christ Jesus’ (Romans 8:1). Not living by the flesh, but by the Spirit. It is a mystical and spiritual union between Believers and Christ:


Christ in Believers by his Holy Spirit.


Believers in Christ by faith.


I have discovered through experience that Paul’s description of the human being who tries to live by the law is accurate and frustrating. But I’m also relieved that being ‘in Christ’ isn’t a metric that I need to attain on a graph but a position I enjoy.

Clickbait versus prayer

Once upon a time, there was the steady, authoritative voice of Walter Cronkite, the most trusted name in America. A newsman trusted to be straight with the public.


How far we’ve fallen. With a business model that is obsessed with clickbait, disaster is great for the news biz. Hype, opening monologues dripping with hyperbole and emotion, punditry in place of detached reporting, a 24 hour cycle that looks for a breaking disaster at the top of every hour, there are few trusted names in news.


And the media just love the whole corona virus saga.


I’ve been guilty of letting them feed the paranoia and fear straight into my consciousness.


Not today. For the first time in perhaps a week, I prayed on the commute to work, lamenting the time not spent in Scripture. I currently have a streak of 54 in the YouVersion app.


As I prayed, an image emerged of a hungry Christian dipping his finger to the dinner plate for just a taste of Scripture, when a meal is ready for the eating. I’ve been feeding on a meal replacement diet of media generated hysteria and I feel sick of it.


Thinking of food, I remembered how prayer is like a fragrance in His nostrils. I like how the author of this article uses the morning aroma of coffee to introduce the idea of God’s children praying to him:


“like [my] coffee, it wasn’t simply the fragrance itself that pleased God, but what it represented: the constant prayers of his people.”


Coffee with a hand sanitizer chaser…for these Corona virus times


This morning my prayer was in part for dependence on Him, seeking peace in these crazy times, and salvation for those who don’t yet know Him.


A glance through social as well as mainstream media shows people looking out for themselves. There’s nothing wrong with prepping, but it’s too easy to skip town and skip past God.


I’m thinking of the poor people of Italy who have been so hard hit, and I’m thinking of Samaritan’s purse. While everyone is running to ground, these Christians are not drawing back from those in need. They’re going into the hot zone, having evaluated the risk, made a plan to minimize it and trusting the Father for the rest.


I can’t do what these folk are doing. They’re doctors and specialist, real life-savers. Perhaps we can all yet be His hands and feet to those who must surely be in need at this time.


Certainly, I need to pray more. It smells great.

Weary minds playing 4D chess

Watching my way through a classic James Bond film recently, something stuck out at me: The chess master Kronsteen thinks he has conceived of every possible variable in the plan to set up and finally kill the ultimate gentleman spy (From Russia with love).


Kronsteen misses the possibility that the Russian femme used to pull James Bond into the plot may in fact fall in love with the English spy, and it is this wrinkle in his plan that causes his abrupt and unforgiving termination from SPECTRE via a poison-barbed boot.


I noticed the same temptation in me: to try out-think every problem and scenario until I have a solution, even if I’m powerless to implement the solution.


This is a deeply ingrained habit of my thinking, moulded by reductionism and the belief that every problem, like every physical artefact or system can be reduced to its components, analysed and conquered through the application of logic.


Reductionism is useful and technically competent, however it has shortcomings when looking at the world through the eyes of faith.


Recently I’ve been reading through a series on YouVersion: Get out of your head (reading plan from Jennie Allen). She starts off by pointing to Paul’s second letter to the Corinthians and the idea of taking every thought captive.


You could put that in other words as gaining control over your thoughts.


As Christians it’s easy to think incorrectly. John Piper provides a more comprehensive theological perspective, framing thinking as a battle. Paul uses combat and siege imagery: Destroying arguments, taking thoughts captive. However this refers to the thoughts of those who oppose God in the context of the passage.


What does that have to do with the Christian? Plenty. The Christian often comes out of an unregenerate mode of thinking and old habits can attempt to re-emerge. To say nothing of the idea that sin can corrupt our thinking. If Adam – with all the advantages of being innocent up until that point – could reason his way into original sin, then we can fall short as well. And do.


Piper summarizes it in a way that makes it easy to understand. The Christian should submit their thinking to Biblical scrutiny and ask the Holy Spirit to work in their thought life.


This is not a strength of mine. Often I don’t consult Scripture and opt instead for the counsel of Google and other online forums. I look at the problems in front of me: ill health, Bernie Sanders and the prospect of a socialist juggernaut in America, the South African economy in its second year of recession. You name the problem and I war-game it. Multiple angles, looking for solutions, using everything except perspective.


A peaceful scene from an anxious place


Like breathing in anxiety and breathing our panic.


Biblical perspective is what I need. What we all need.


A weary mind playing 4D chess, but needing Biblical perspective. Less news. More truth.

Chicken or beef?

Its February, not even fifty days into the New Year and Yours truly has reached the point of decision fatigue.


Aside from the frivolous decisions that present themselves in the morning, such as which socks to wear and what cereal to have for breakfast, we have to make decisions so frequently that we seldom give them a conscious thought.


‘Chicken or beef?’


‘Would you like fries and rice with your platter? Or just fries? Or just rice?’


‘Are we going to go for medical aid option A or B?’


‘Are we going to go left at the robot? Or go straight?’


‘Budget or straight?’


During the lean Obama years, I had a book by George W. Bush delivered online titled ‘Decision Points’. President Bush’s larger point was that at its core, the job of president was about making decisions.


The Bush corner of the bookcase


Bigger decisions about larger ethical dilemmas than many of us have ever had to face. As human beings living within God’s larger ethical framework, one of our core competencies should be about making good decisions, which by definition are decisions that are consistent with His will as he has revealed it.


Since I’ve crested the summit of 40 years old on the way to the next plateau, my decisions have become less reckless and more sensible. A childhood memory that made an impact on me is a song by Jiminy Cricket about playing it safe and making responsible decisions.




I’ve been fortunate in some of the big decisions I’ve made. But I can’t take the credit. I’m sure God was in the midst of those decisions.


In Deuteronomy 30 before the nation enters the Promised Land, Moses presents the children of Israel with a binary choice:


Obedience and life, or disobedience and death. As I was reading Romans 6, I’ve seen what Paul is talking about in us choosing Christ.


Why do I say that? I recognize a similar theme to Moses’ choice presented before Israel; Paul writes that we are either slaves to sin or slaves to obedience (v.16, NIV)


Slavery to obedience leads to righteousness and the slavery of sin leads to death. If you consider it, sin is our default position. Incremental, deliberate, sinful decisions lead to sin as a destination. Making no decision in respect of God and his demand for righteousness is a decision.


For the Christian, we make a decision for Christ. Paul writes that we ‘have come to obey from [our] heart’ the pattern of teaching that has ‘claimed [our] allegiance’. A primary decision to accept Christ and walk in his ways leads us to amend the decisions that we would have thoughtlessly made before.


Incremental, deliberate, sinful decisions lead to sin as a destination. A decision to accept Christ leads to Christ as our destiny


A pattern of teaching to correct our pattern of behaviour.


As my favourite commentary explains, “The idea is that God wants to shape us – first He melts us by the work of the Holy Spirit and the Word of God. Then He pours us into His mould of truth – that form of doctrine and shapes us into His image.”


Christians have been completely changed the way they made decisions from before. The default position of the sinful man is passive in that it doesn’t resist the ruts. The Christian chooses to follow Christ, and moulded into a new paradigm, having chosen Christ, the Christian then chooses to follow Christ daily.


In truth, I was able to choose Christ because the Father first chose me in eternity. There’s a whole separate and deeper discussion around predestination.


In a lonely apartment in London in 1999, in a state of relationship single-ness, I read Joshua’s choice offered to the children of Israel:


“…choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve…”


I have chosen and will continue to choose the One, True God. As for me and my household, we have chosen to serve Him.


Choosing to follow Christ means that I choose to follow Christ, the one decision follows the other. That’s how we are changed.


‘Janu-worry’ is typically a long month for the average South African, with the implicit pressures of shopping for Christmas and having to stretch the budget for essentially a month and a half, while spending twice as much.


Having returned from the States in mid-January, our family entered a two-week period where at overlapping times everyone was sick. When you’re sick you go to the doctor and klap your medical aid savings. Great, more money spent on consultations and meds.


Exhausted and with a giant frog in my throat one morning, I was thinking about the apostle James’ word to the Believer to consider it pure joy when you face trials of many kinds, because the testing of your faith produces perseverance.


Clearly I’m not the most spiritual sort, because I relayed to the Lord that I wasn’t focused so much on my faith pushing through a tough situation, but I just wanted it to be finished.


Paul prayed about his thorn in the flesh, that the Lord would remove it. As he wrote, the Lord didn’t remove it. The circumstances and reasons are different, and Paul is way more hard corps than me.


Without trying to sound like a tough guy, I don’t like trials, but if they have to happen, I’d much rather they happen to me than my loved ones. And when everyone needed doctors and specialists, I just wanted it to end. I don’t greet my troubles, I agonize over them. I don’t want to see them as practical, illuminating the tough kernel of faith that persists.


It’s not that I’m embarrassed or anything, its just a fact: my faith is not as strong as I would like.


Finally in the last few days, we reached what I call FLUEXIT. We gradually improved until a semblance of normality just a day before the United Kingdom experienced BREXIT.

Soldier meds, return to base!

Having reached this point now, it’s almost like my faith had the flu and I need to start it up again, back to the basics, re-entering a routine that had become disturbed…


…reading a daily verse, saying the Lord’s prayer. And it stands out to me:


“…do not lead us to hard testing…”


The commentary of David Guzik explains that temptation (or hard testing as it is translated in the CJB) “literally means a test, not always a solicitation to do evil. God has promised to keep us from any testing that is greater than what we can handle (1 Corinthians 10:13).”


We can pray to avoid testing, but in His sovereign way, the Father decides when we have to go through something hard.


When I don’t fully trust Him, I have to anyway. I have No One else to turn to.

Just another day in paradise

Pennsylvania was my favourite state and we spent the build-up to Christmas in fairly rural Lancaster county.

One of hundreds of Amish buggies in Lancaster PA


Outstanding chow!


The Smuckers brand is everywhere in Pennsylvania


Iconic Shoo-Fly pie on the move. We did indeed get a free taste as advertised.

Part of the appeal of Pennsylvania is the history of the state. Called the keystone state because of its involvement in the Second Continental Congress and two of America’s founding documents drafted by the founders there: the Declaration of Independence and the Constitution of the United States (Independence hall in Philadelphia).

Merry Christmas 2019

Pennsylvania is also interesting in the people that settled there and live there today: the Amish, descendants of German Christians, and Mennonites. From our visit to the Mennonite information center, I discovered that in terms of their being Anabaptists, I had no cause to disagree with the Amish or the Mennonites in their doctrine.

Replica of Ark of the Covenant at the Mennonite Information Center

Anabaptists hold to adult baptism and separation of church and state. Nothing wrong with that.


For the first time in a decade or more, I found myself in the theatre watching a play. Twice in one week. We attended a Christmas play at a large 2 thousand-seater auditorium which was well put together and included live animals and stunning props, actors and backgrounds, which really brought to life the birth of Christ.


The other play was more contemporary and intimate with a much smaller venue. The setting is a fictional town called Paradise. I found it more emotional, especially the portrayal of the mother with dementia, Hazel, who at the climax of the play suddenly remembers a large portion of Scripture and quotes it verbatim, reveling in Christmas.


Christmas miracles in 2019 Paradise, PA, where even dementia can’t keep away the meaning of the birth of Christ. ‘Just another day in Paradise’.



At first glance it may seem like the name of a fictional town, but there really is a town in Pennsylvania called Intercourse. Which I imagine is one of the ways the town population persists.

Pennsylvania Dutch cooking; mac & cheese, pulled pork and sauerkraut on mashed potatoes, while tasting birch beer, root beer and Dr Pepper.

I first saw a Trump bumper sticker in Pennsylvania, a state that unexpectedly broke for him in 2016. The people I met were genuine and down to earth.

Street in Ronks PA

We attended a small church of around 10 souls in Strasburg with traditional hymns, organs and a member of the congregation playing a mountain dulcimer (which I’ve read is part of the zither family of instruments).

Small baptist church in Strasburg PA

Far from bustling New York, Lancaster county was an oasis, a place of tranquility and simple faith and a man could be happy there.

Engelsman in New York

I started off 2020 by taking a few hours with family to visit the iconic city of New York, scene of a thousand movies and television programs, and home to 8.55 million residents.

Besthesda Fountain in Central Park, NY

The average South African would find the regular sight of homeless people familiar.

View of Belvedere Castle, Central Park, NY

The unquestionable highlight was the 9/11 memorial in downtown Manhattan. I distinctly remember where I was when I heard about September 11 on the news and when President Bush made remarks later that morning (afternoon for us in South Africa) to the effect that the United States was going to ‘go after the folks’ who committed those acts, I felt a flood of righteous indignation towards the perpetrators.


In a way, and it wasn’t only me but many people the world over, I had an instant kinship with the people of New York and indeed the Unites States.


The 9/11 memorial site was busy and lines snaking into the museum would have taken hours which we didn’t have.


I saw names on the memorial panels that I knew from reading hundreds of articles. People I’d never met but knew something about their lives. Fire chief Pfeifer, Franciscan friar, Fr. Mychal Judge, Lauren Grandcolas and her unborn child.

Names on one of the panels in Manhattan from United 93, which crashed in Pennsylvania. They fought back against the terrorists.

It was surreal. As we wandered through the site, air traffic directed the attention skywards, helicopters every few minutes, commuter jets as well as light aircraft from nearby JFK, or possibly La Guardia.

Entering New York City from under the George Washington Bridge


86 Street subway station on the way to the World Trade Center memorial

Police were everywhere, NYPD and PAPD. Hundreds of police, reportedly 38 thousand NYPD with another 10 thousand or so auxiliary, around 2 thousand PAPD officers spread over New York and New Jersey.

NYPD ready for action


PAPD in downtown Manhattan

I thought of the people whose names I knew but I lingered on Kevin Cosgrove. I’m 46 now, the same age as Kevin Cosgrove on 11 September 2001. He was an executive working for the Aon Corporation in the South Tower.

Memorial to special forces soldiers who fought in Afghanistan in the weeks after 9/11

He was on a 911 call when the tower collapsed, his cries immortalised in sound.


A short walk away was Trinity Church. In the middle of a bustling city and a short distance from Wall Street is a cemetery with gravestones hundreds of years old, almost quiet and intimate. I thought of my sister.

The chapel at Trinity Church on Broadway, NY


Quiet parish graveyard in the middle of bustling New York


Ancient gravestones, Trinity Church, Broadway, NY

While looking for Wall Street and the infamous ‘charging bull’ we came across ‘The Trump Building’ at 40 Wall Street, a surreal experience illustrating Trump’s link to New York.

Trump building on Broadway, NY


Charging Bull

Later, coming up out of the subway at Columbus circle we spotted the ‘Trump International Hotel and Tower’ on Central Park West. I suppose New Yorkers are used to seeing President Trump’s name around like its normal.

Columbus circle heading into Central Park, NY


Columbus Circle

New York is busy, teeming with people. It was quite an experience and utterly iconic but I’m glad I don’t live in a city that huge.


Tuesday, 7 January 2020



On the eve of travelling back to South Africa after 3 weeks in the United States, my impressions coalesced into the following:


In Connecticut, the morning appears with more subtlety than in South Africa, like a turn of the rheostat by gentle degrees where the sun is far less visible. It was only on the morning of the 7th that I first noticed morning bird calls;


In the quiet, you can hear the falling snow as it hits the leaves on the ground, as you would hear sugar granules falling on wax paper, or like snap-crackle-and-pop if you had to incline your ear to the cereal bowl;

Semi-rural Pennsylvania is incredibly peaceful, especially in Lancaster County amongst the Amish and Mennonites;

New York City is iconic and every bit of what you’d expect from watching television and movies;

The typical New Yorker (if I could presume to disassociate the locals from tourists) seldom seems to be smiling as he or she is on the way from A to B in the city;


New York City is jammed with people and has more police than I’ve ever seen in one place; sadly I did not see any cops eating donuts;


I saw a lot of Christian sign-boards and references, especially in Pennsylvania;


Hartford in Connecticut has a contemporary Christian radio station (K-Love; WCCC; 106.9 MHz) that became a favourite;


I was fortunate be a brief part of a solid church in Connecticut and attended services where I met very interesting and very real people who fed us with solid meat and fellowshipped with us:


Paul and Karen, Roger and Gloria, Dave, Karen, Tony, Mike, Floyd and Marsha, Annie, Thomas and Gene;


I got to meet a real live WW2 veteran and spoke with local Connecticut Yankees about politics and sports;


I was a South African in the United States who felt intimately welcome in the country; America is big-hearted;


A Twitter post by Grant R. Castleberry stood out to me as a start for the year 2020:


January 6, 2020:


“True greatness is faithfulness over a long period of time;


Faithfulness to God

Faithfulness to your spouse

Faithfulness to your calling

Faithfulness to your country

Faithfulness to your family.”


I want to be faithful to these things, to press on in the race of faith, to be a disciplined soldier, to stand for the Truth and spread the Gospel. To be faithful to God, my spouse, my place in the world and my community.


For the time in the United States, not a single person I met had anything to say on the subject of race whatsoever, a refreshing change from the race-obsessed South African government who function as opinion leaders to thousands of loud political minions;


Faithfulness to my country? That’s a hard one. I love my fellow South Africans but almost half of everything in this country is adulterated with racial politics, corruption and violence. I stopped believing in this government’s ability to be responsible a long time ago. And yet, I was born in this place and that for a purpose.


Ready or not, 2020 is here; all I want is to walk with Him in this year in all things.

Sacred, profane, and Heaven: the musical

‘It’s the most wonderful time of the year…’ – thus begins a lesser known Christmas song. Although for us who live in South Africa, that’s debatable.


I must confess, in light of persistent loadshedding, my thinking is seldom elevated. The implications of stage 4 and stage 6 (or heaven forbid) beyond is uncomfortable to contemplate.


The Lord’s prayer has us pray for daily bread, not daily wattage. Documented corruption and mismanagement of the situation has resulted in loadshedding which is as good as taking food out of the mouths of the poor. I don’t think He approves.


Persistent loadshedding evokes chaos which sets my thinking in disorder, a profound devolution resulting from a rather simple thing. I see a bunch of flowers and consider that I still get to appreciate the wonders of nature, just not the wonders of industrialisation, at least consistently.

The wonders of loadshedding cancel out the wonders of industrialisation; the wonders of nature persist.

Flowers in a dark kitchen early in the morning. Beauty, but so much potential untapped, unable to be productive because of darkness, inertness and stillness. Like an itch I cannot scratch, profane thoughts.


Another confession: I don’t read enough Scripture at the moment. I know that scrolling through social media is easy and habitual and I know that it almost never edifies, but I do it anyway. Besides, it’s a perverse satisfaction reading the emotional loogies spat towards Eskom for their failure.


In the midst of all of this, for a brief moment in the family vehicle (which thankfully powers itself) this past week, I considered the newest track in my playlist.


Chaos outside with loadshedding, order inside the driver’s seat with power and functioning systems. Brenton Brown’s song about the lamb of God.


I hear this song in the build up to Christmas and I realise that it is describing saints in heaven, drawing from the book of Revelation.


My first thought is that there are no Christmas decorations in heaven. John’s vision is all about God and Christ and the focus of worship in heaven is not about a baby in a manger but mainly about the Lamb of God. From those who study such things, the Lamb is referenced 29 times in the book.


I think of John the Baptist and the Christmas connection with Jesus. Both were in their respective mothers’ wombs leading up to the first Christmas. Their mothers were related. And now, many years later, John seeing Jesus coming out to him to get baptised.


Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world.


This idea echoed in heaven, praise for the Lamb and for what he has done, for all eternity. John, the perceived desert space-cadet with long hair, strange clothes, eating bugs and honey, this hairy, holy hippie of all people understood exactly who Christ was and what he had come to do: the Lamb of God takes away the sin of the world.


Prior to the latest loadshedding Armageddon, I found myself in a packed, bad-tempered, materialistic shopping mall. What would have made it fun? A Christian flash-mob, showing up in surprise with some practised moves and rockin’ praise songs.


Not far off what I see in Revelation – the public singing and worship I mean.


Revelation has a reputation for being mysterious and serious. There’s also lots of singing. Enough to make a musical.


An actual musical would be a non-starter.


In the creative mind of a pagan composer, a mockery.


In the creative hands of a Christian composer, dare I say possibly tacky? Heavenly worship is more than merely a production for entertainment.


Each time we engage in corporate praise, about God and Christ the Lamb, its like an echo of what is transpiring in heaven right now.


I wish I could stop thinking about loadshedding – it’s an overwhelming subject. I wish I could quiet the broadcasts in my brain and quietly meditate on Scripture much more. On the occasion that I do the sacred crowds out the profane and it is good.


We’ve been hiking through the theological preserve that is Romans, stopping to camp every fortnight or so and we come to Romans chapter 6. We’ve looked at:


  • Romans 1; the gospel with the power to save, the wrath of God revealed, faith the way to righteousness
  • Romans 2; the Jew and the Gentile, both alike in need of salvation
  • Romans 3; no-one will meet God’s standard by obeying the law, righteousness is by faith
  • Romans 4; our inability to keep the law, Abraham approached God in faith, justified by faith
  • Romans 5; Adam and the sin that condemned us; Christ and the righteousness that justified us


We gather around the campfire and look to Romans 6:


What happens at a campfire? We don’t always analyse what it is that we are seeing…



The transfer of energy;

The release of gases;

The emergence of plasma;

The heat of a chemical reaction;

The Constructal law that was identified regarding the perfect shape of the wood.


Yes, I said the Constructal law that identified the optimal shape of the wood to start a fire. Somebody actually looked into the physics behind it.


In sum, it is to make sure that the base of the wood corresponds with the height of the wood. This is probably of little interest to the average South African who can rely on firelighters and briquettes.

We don’t typically analyse what we’re seeing, but we know how to use it. Mounds of perfectly cooked wors over countless years by most South African gents attest to this.

And here begins my segue which I thought of in the context of a poor sleep the night before; it made sense at the time, but the clumsy metaphor part of my brain (which is in my sarcastic hypothalamus) looks at the campfire and sees a clunky picture of Kainos.


There are physics involved in combustion and equally consistent spiritual laws at work in the being of a changed man, a new man in Christ. The old man is dead, like the charred wood and embers left behind, replaced by a living flame licking towards the sky. The new man stands amidst the detritus of the old.


This is what I see when I read through Romans 6. The power of sin no longer has a claim over us. That’s nice and theoretical you may object. Not really; the more I read scripture, the more I pray through situations and people, I really do notice a change. In 2019 I’m leaving certain things behind, my perspective is changing – even in the midst of the occasional setback.


The idea that you simply have to discern/realise who you are as a born-again believer and live according to that is a part of the idea behind ‘Kainos‘ (we’ll get to that in a moment). It is not the whole story though – that’s too simplistic. It’s not simply in the mind, that we can think ourselves into Christian behaviour. It is a work of God where we are empowered by the Spirit, but there is an element of us choosing to walk in it.


We need to live according to who we are in Christ.


I’ve had a long-standing relationship with sin. And even taking into account the idea that sin can lead me to deceive myself, I know my own sinful nature. As Paul did his.


And yet Paul is writing that believers are brand new creations and can walk according to it.


This is where Paul uses the word Kainos. Something brand new. Something different is going on that wasn’t going on before.


Paul is theological and philosophical, however the things he’s writing about are not simply to give our grey-matter the fuzzies – Paul ramps up to all of the stuff he’s writing about being practical and applicable.


My understanding of theology is anything but systematic, and certainly not formal but I got nerd-excited when Paul uses the work ‘Kainos‘. World (and non-Greek speakers), may I introduce you to the word Kainos:


as respects form:

recently made, fresh, recent, unused, unworn

as respects substance:

of a new kind, unprecedented, novel, uncommon, unheard of


Paul is writing that we are dead to sin. It’s done, we can’t go back (verses 4,6,7), just like we can’t un-burn a campfire and retrieve freshly chopped wood:


Paul writes that we are not under law but under grace (verse 14). Amongst other things that grace may be to you, to me its experiential. You know it when it impacts you and you simply know that you know that you know…its a certainty that simply pops up seemingly out of nowhere and its there to stay.


Something different is going on that wasn’t going on before.