The weekend in Potch was wonderful. The Sunday morning at
the Cathedral was very good – as far as worship homes away from home, this is
my South Africa home. The new Dean has made his mark, and wants the Cathedral
to look different from a parish church. So
there are now six brass candlesticks adorning the high altar and some smaller
one on the side altar. He has also decided to change the blessing the children
get at the end of the Communion. Rather than lay hands on them two by two, they
are splashed with holy water, as a reminder of their baptism. It is certainly
quicker, but the looks on the children’s faces...!
Back home we had a braai in the evening. Tlotlo, Peter and
Ritha’s son, is now nearly 18, and living away from home. However he turned up
with some friends, and introduced one of the girls to me as his girlfriend.
After they had gone, Peter told me how shocked he was when Tlotlo had said
that. Ritha was equally surprised, especially as she hadn’t heard him say it.
It seemed the most natural thing in the world to me, but Peter explained that
when he was younger, he told everything to his oldest sister – even that he
wanted to marry Ritha . and later that she was pregnant –and she had to tell
his parents. That was the way it was done. I found myself doing some pastoral
reassurance!
Because of the lateness of the braai - and the wine I had
downed! – I stayed an extra night and drove back to Klerksdorp the next morning.
About 10.00 I was working in the parish office, and answered the phone. It was
Ruth from the Diocesan Office saying that the Bishop wanted me to move out of St
Peter’s House before the end of the day. I went to the Office to talk to
+Steve, and then went home to pack and move out. It was not an easy couple of
hours!! However, I am now staying with Mpho, who stayed with me 10 years ago,
and her husband Vusi, still in Klerksdorp. I am already much happier.
They are looking after their 2 year
old niece, who has a nasty cough, and today we went in search of a doctor. We
ended up at the oldest clinic in Jouberton, where Mpho’s mother is a nursing
sister. There are 4 clinics altogether, but that still means each has a huge
clientele. She said that the current training for nurses is all about theory,
and the nurses graduate with all the qualifications but no idea about basic
nursing practices. She is now 72 and very much needed in the clinic, which is
open 24 hour a day. However she does not work nights. She was upset because
yesterday she had to deal with a toddler who had pulled a kettle of boiling
water over herself. She was taken to the local hospital in Jouberton, but will
probably have to go to the burns unit in Jo’berg. Transfer is by ambulance, unless
it’s urgent, in which case it’s by government funded helicopter. While we were
in Jouberton we visited Mpho’s elderly relative – just 99 years young! About a
year ago she broke her femur and her leg is still in plaster, as her bones were
too frail to put in pins. She is very deaf, and we eventually got her to
understand that I am a priest, but didn’t even begin to try to get her to understand
that I don’t speak Afrikaans! I have promised to take her communion tomorrow,
on my weekly Home Communion round.
Glad you enjoyed last weekend.
ReplyDeleteThe Dean sounds like he is someone with similar ideas etc. to you in some respects. Splashing water sounds a familiar happening!!
Another busy week it seems but as always many new experiences and chances to appreciate so many things we all take for granted here!
Hope all goes well as the Retreat and Ordinations get ever closer.
Will be thinking of you!!
Take care xx J&R