When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said Let us pray. We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.
I wonder whether they have rum and Coke in Heaven?. Maybe it’s too mundane a pleasure, but I hope so—as a sundowner. Except, of course, the sun never goes down there. Oh, man, this heaven is going to take some getting used to.
I am fifty-two years of age. I am a bishop in the Anglican Church, and a few people might be constrained to say that I was reasonably responsible. In the land of my birth I cannot vote, whereas a young person of eighteen can vote. And why? Because he or she possesses that wonderful biological attribute—a white skin.
Be nice to whites, they need you to rediscover their humanity.
Without forgiveness, there’s no future.
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor. If an elephant has its foot on the tail of a mouse and you say that you are neutral, the mouse will not appreciate your neutrality.
Don’t raise your voice, improve your argument.
When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum.
Wondering Whom to Read Next?
- Nelson Mandela South African Political leader
- Jack Penn South African Surgeon
- Benjamin Whichcote British Anglican Priest
- Richard Hooker English Theologian, Political Theorist
- William Ralph Inge English Anglican Clergyman
- William Croswell Doane American Anglican Hymn writer
- Richard Chenevix Trench Irish Archbishop, Poet
- Thomas Aquinas Italian Catholic Priest
- Henri Nouwen Dutch Catholic Priest
- Sam Shoemaker American Episcopal Priest