Ma Wa Gray

  Martin Visvang (alias) has a special app on his phone that counts down one camping trip to the next. He likes to check on it every so often when he pretends that his constipation has got the better of him but he actually needs some time out from the kids...and the wife.  His last trip to Satara was a huge success and his local mountain biking okes don't seem to be tired of his repeated story of the honey badger that stole his kid's Safari Fruit Flakes. He's even christened the animal Scedadle Skunk. He still chuckles about his witty name idea circa 1987. Martin has a limited repertoire when it comes to humor but his mates stick around because what he lacks for in laughter (to his face) he makes up for in rigorous preparation and gadget purchases when it comes to his biannual camping trips with mates.  And Martin keeps these mates around even though they don't get his insanely kiff sense of humor because he can't make small talk with his wife around a camp fire for...

A week ago I watched your mousy little figure sing in Winterton's local choir - a hodge podge of choristers all united in their love for music.  You were a fascination to me. I know everyone else - there's Pam who sowed my last minute wedding dress in the space of 24 hours. There's Jen who has called me Sarah Bernhart from the moment I first appeared on stage at the age of six. There's BB whose birthdays messages for me on Facebook read more like prophetic poems. There's dear John who married me to my husband... every beautiful singing face tells a story from my life... except yours.  After the rehearsal my mom told me a little about you. About how Shirl Stockil brought you into the kingdom of God many many years ago. So we had that in common. And how you have served Jesus with your entire being ever since that moment. I can't say I have been as faithful.  I once found myself in a Godless country. One where the military men I was teaching were weeping with the n...