January 1 2022- 11:00
A praise song for Tutu
"I conclude this intertwined sermon and eulogy with the words of a personal Praise Song, looking back on our Arch’s remarkable life and held in awe by his going from us now:
Yo! Desmond Mpilo TutuBorn and raised where the gentle Batswana live, Land of the cameeldoring tree and the wide, wide vlakte; his mother a domestic worker, his father a teacher; Polio survivor, TB survivor, visited unforgettably in hospital by one Trevor Huddleston CR, bright child, living in the shadow of the great injustice.
"Raised through sickness to a priestly calling, finding the fire in your breast that prevented silence. Articulate scholar, prophet, pastor, pray-er, preacher of passion with arms stretched out, diminutive person making presidents tremble. Small person of the past becoming great in the unfolding purposes of God.
Yo! Mbishobhi, Learning the art in mountain kingdom, being greeted ‘Khotso, Ntate’, visiting parishes in Basotho blanket astride a hardy horse. Learning the harder way in the city of gold, the bitter irony of red carpets abroad and icy stares back home. Learning to lean on God and the safety valve of an irrepressible, self-deprecating humour.
Voice of the muted multitude, son of the dark mysterious land, Called at the height of crisis to the Cape of Storms to transform it into the Cape of Good Hope; Mbishobhi Omkhulu!
Take rest at last, lala kahle, our dear friend, the Arch. You have tended the wounds of noble strife, the wounds of Ubuntu; enter now into the full embrace of the great and generous God you served.