The N1 is our national highway. It runs all the way from Cape Town city center, snaking a path between the sprawling metropolis before gliding effortlessly into the Huguenot tunnel as it bids Table Mountain farewell, where not even 200 years ago a band of courageous pioneers, the voortrekkers, weren’t so lucky. What they would…
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Chapter 12: Fruits of the Spirit
We’re fighting over a pear. I refuse to surrender this juicy, ripe fruit and he isn’t having any of it. Grabbing my arm in an attempt to pry it out of my stubborn fingers, he’s underestimated my commitment to the pear and I put up a real fuss. But we’re laughing. We’re laughing? Yes, yes,…
Chapter 11: Better the Devil you Know
By any standards, Alon farm and all its subsequent properties were beautiful. Even in the early days when funds were scarcer there was always a rustic yet orderly charm. Sara was the one to thank for this. Despite the crude vivid green plastic chairs and mass-produced Chinese coffee that were mugs ordained with garish designs…
Chapter 8: I have decided to follow Jesus
Ninth grade brought a refreshing quietness to my overworked nervous system, and I found myself stepping out of shadows that had been hovering over my head for too long – Dustin was living far away in Cape Town, having joined a YWAM group in the seaside village of Muizenberg. So YWAM, short for Youth With…
Chapter 7: Spare the Rod and Spoil the Child
The discipline of children was a hot topic in the community. “Spare the rod and spoil the child.” I was on the backfoot when it came to exchanging tales of “the worst spanking ever”. My mom would give me a little barehanded paddy whack on my bottom if I got too sassy and my father…
Chapter 6: Amazing Grace
So the first year of high school was the most tumultuous year of my school career. Battling to fit in with any peer group, battling to fit in at Alon and battling to remain invisible to Dustin within the corridors of our drab school. Maybe it was spiritual fervor from my recent trip to Israel…
Chapter 5: The Holy Land
When I was about ten years old I read a book called One more River. I was on holiday with a friend and her family, we were visiting her grandparents and they sent us off to the library to take out some books. As usual, my friend was about two years older than me and…
Chapter 4: A Time to be Silent and a Time to Speak
Shortly before Alon featured on the radar of my existence, I spied a pair of Dr Martens I’d seen in the shop window of our local shoe store. It was love at first sight. So, when my mom took me to the shoe store on my twelfth birthday and we bought that pair of oxblood…
Chapter 3: A friend who sticks closer than a Brother
When we moved to Alon there were a few kids around my age. But most of them came and went as the years passed. So, I found myself stranded in a very small core group. My closest peers were Dustin and Lia. You could call us a trio but that wouldn’t be accurate. Trios work…
Chapter 2: Exodus
The first time I saw Alon farm was at night. We drove along a winding dirt road flanked by blue gum plantations – it felt as if we were journeying into a hidden land. On arrival I remember walking into a big room that had high thatch roof ceilings. An enormous medieval style chandelier hung…