A rat race is and endless, self-defeating, or pointless pursuit.  It conjures up the image of the futile efforts of a lab rat trying the escape while running around a maze or in a wheel.  This is often used in reference to work, particularly excessive or competitive work;  in general term:  if one works too much, one is in the rat race.

“A rat race is for rats.  We’re not rats.  We’re human beings.  Reject the insidious pressures in society that would blunt your critical faculties to all that is happening around you, that would caution silence in the face of injustice, lest you jeopardize your chances of self-promotion and self-advancement.  This is how it starts.  And before you know where you are, you’re a fully paid-up member of the rat pack.  The price is too high.  It entails the loss of your dignity and human spirit.”  – alas Jimmy Reid

Enough of rats …. I was just about to tell you how busy my time in Cape Town was trying to live a missional lifestyle.  BUT … I enjoyed every single minute of it.  But as usual I could not see all the people and loved ones I wish I could see during our short stay in Cape Town.  It ended up in chaos …. and with time running out – well …. I had to drive off in the sunset again – north.  As usual the photos will tell the story:

My Cape Town tour started off meeting phenomenal transformational friends from the US and Burundi.  Claude Nikondenha, Syd Shook and her poet husband, David Shook.  We were all in Cape Town at the same time …. and could connect for a meal.  Somehow ….. Rene is missing in this picture.


If someone don’t sell you flowers in Cape Town … you’re not in Cape Town.

Visiting the Cape Town museum with other missionaries as part of the church program was great fun.  Standing …. sandwiched in the jaws of a huge whale.

The jaws of a killer whale is no match for the 2 missional leaders in Friend of God church in Goodwood.  It was the poor pastor’s wife that came second in the battle.

Making God known …… I think … in a song!
A visit to the planetarium amazed us all – watching stars.  Really worth going to the museum.  


Coming from the bush …. I was not use to the traffic jams and the cool Cape Town winters.