Friday, 16 October 2026

An address to a group from the Brazilian organisation, Legado, which seeks to equip next-generation business leaders globally to navigate 21st-century socio-economic complexities, corporate civic responsibility, and wealth stewardship: 

Engaging the LEGADO Delegation

Remarks by Archbishop Thabo Makgoba

October 15th 2026

You come to us as heirs, and the word that brings you here is legacy. I want to suggest that legacy is not only something we inherit. It is something we build through our own continuing efforts, and it is something we owe to our community and our world. What has been placed in our hands is held in trust for others, and the measure of a legacy is not what we receive but what we hand on.

So let me begin not with economics but with Ubuntu. You speak of a Human Dignity Economy, and that is language which we can identify with immediately. But dignity is not one a tangible thing, one which sits alongside urban development and transition minerals. Whether human dignity is respected in the production of goods and services is the test of every economy. A person is a person through other persons. So too is a company, and so too is a family fortune. No wealth stands alone; it was made through the labour, the land and the lives of others.

Tuesday, 13 October 2026

Faith and Courage for the New Struggle - Address to Cape Town clergy

An address to a Clergy Conference of the Diocese of Cape Town:    

Faith and Courage for the New Struggle

The Most Revd Dr Thabo Makgoba

Archbishop of Cape Town

 

Friends, thank you for the invitation, and thank you for being here.

Some years ago I wrote a small book called Faith and Courage: Praying with Nelson Mandela. This morning I want to return to its question. What kind of courage does our country need now, and where does that courage come from?

This will be a conversation, not a lecture. I will ask you questions along the way. And I will leave you with things to do, not only things to think.

Let me begin where courage begins: on our knees.

Thursday, 1 October 2026

Walking Together on the Road - The Church in Times of Division

Archbishop is Chair of the Board of Trustees of Christian Aid. This address was delivered at a recent meeting in the UK. 

 Walking Together on the Road

The Church in Times of Division

Address to Christian Aid supporting churches

Friends, sisters and brothers in Christ, thank you. It is a great joy to be with you, and I feel privileged to be among you as you gather representing the churches which have supported this work for eighty years.

That's an incredible achievement, and I make bold to speak on behalf of all of those in the Global South who have benefitted from your love and caring for so many decades: Thank you! In my own mother tongue, Re a leboga! Or in two of the other languages of the continent from which I come, Asante sana! Ẹ ṣé!

You have spent the morning with two difficult subjects: the search for a just peace in the Holy Land, and the rise of Christian nationalism. We saw the pernicious effects of Christian nationalism in South Africa, where the assertion that Afrikaner identity and destiny were divinely ordained was fuelled by Afrikaner suffering in the Anglo-Boer War of 1899-1902, and was later exploited to unify Afrikaners, suppress opposition and construct the system of apartheid after 1948.

As in South Africa, we see in Israel and Palestine how faith is pressed into the service of division: land, identity and God’s name bound together so tightly that the neighbour disappears. As in South Africa, we are asked: Where is the Church, and whose side is Christ on?

I want to come at that question by way of a road. The road to Emmaus.

The road away from Jerusalem

Two disciples are walking away from Jerusalem, away from the place where their hopes were crucified. One of them says the saddest words in the Gospels: “We had hoped.”

South Africa knows that road. And I must speak honestly about it, because the Church did not only walk with those who suffered. Too often, the Church built the road that caused the suffering. Too often, the church struggle against apartheid and colonialism was in fact a struggle waged not against the state, but an internal struggle waged within the churches.

The architects of apartheid specifically promoted what they called “Christelik-nasionale onderwys”, or Christian National Education, first developed to oppose the attempts of the British colonial administration to suppress the Afrikaans language. And alongside it, the Afrikaans churches developed a theological justification for apartheid. Their pulpits blessed separation as the will of God. So when we speak today of Christian nationalism, South Africans do not hear an abstract threat. We hear an old voice we have heard before.

And it was not only the Dutch Reformed churches which underpinned oppression. My own Anglican tradition, and other English-speaking churches, passed fine resolutions condemning apartheid in synod, and then went home to segregated congregations, paid black clergy lower stipends than white clergy, and lived too easily in segregated comfort. We confessed this at the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, and we were right to do so.

But there were also those who chose a different road. After the World Council of Churches' Cottesloe Consultation in 1960, Beyers Naudé paid for his conscience with his standing in his own Dutch Reformed church and was persecuted and restricted by the apartheid government. I think also of Denis Hurley, the Catholic archbishop who waged perhaps the longest and most consistent struggle. And of Frank Chikane and the South African Council of Churches, not to speak of Desmond Tutu, my mentor and predecessor. And the signatories to the Kairos Document of 1985, which named three theologies: a “State theology” that blessed the oppressor, a “Church theology” that spoke of reconciliation while avoiding justice, and a prophetic theology that took sides with the oppressed.

That is my first lesson for us: neutrality in the face of injustice is not neutrality. As Desmond Tutu used to say, “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.”

Reconciliation without justice is not reconciliation, it is sedation.

My second lesson is harder. After 1994, many of us thought we had arrived. The Church moved from the margins to the corridors of power, and we grew comfortable, even quiet. It took the corruption of the years in which greedy politicians and business captured state contracts, the worst police massacre of the democratic era at Marikana, and the persistent inequality of our society to wake us up again. Liberation did not end the struggle. It began what I call the New Struggle: for equality of opportunity, for dignity in daily life.

So division does not end when the regime changes. The Church must keep walking, or it will quietly go home to Emmaus and close the door.

The stranger who walks alongside

Then a stranger joins the two disciples. Notice what he does first. He does not preach. He asks: “What are you discussing as you walk along?” He lets them tell their story, in their words, with their grief.

That is the beginning of true solidarity between the churches of the North and the South.

We in South Africa did not survive apartheid alone. We were accompanied: by the World Council of Churches, whose Programme to Combat Racism cost it dearly in reputation and donors; by Anglican partners across the Communion; by Trevor Huddleston and the anti-apartheid movement here in Britain; by Christian Aid. Those who walked with us took risks for people they had never met. We remember them and we give thanks for how they supported us.

But that is in the past, and we have to turn to the present, and the future, and I have to name the challenges that confront us now. I have to name them because friends can be honest with one another.

Too often, solidarity has flowed in one direction: money and expertise from North to South, with the North also holding the microphone. Yet the centre of gravity of world Christianity has moved. Most Anglicans today live in Africa. The Church of the global South is not a project to be funded. It is a partner with gifts to give: resilience, joy, a theology forged under pressure.

And our Communion structures are under strain. The Anglican Communion has struggled deeply over questions of human sexuality and authority, and we have learnt that “walking together” is easy to say and costly to do. Ecumenical bodies like the WCC face shrinking resources just as the world needs a united Christian voice more than ever.

Here the Holy Land teaches us. When Palestinian Christians wrote their own Kairos Palestine document in 2009, they drew on our South African Kairos. They asked the world’s churches not to speak for them, but to listen to them, to come and see. A just peace means dignity, security and justice for every Palestinian and every Israeli, and it begins when we let those who suffer tell us their story first.

So my plea: accompany before you advise. Listen before you lead. And let the South also accompany the North. Because Christian nationalism, polarisation and the loneliness of secular societies are northern wounds, and the South may have medicine to share.

Hearts burning, bread broken, the road back

Where do we find the strength to keep walking together? The Emmaus story gives us three resources.

First, Scripture read on the road. “Were not our hearts burning within us while he opened the Scriptures to us?” The Bible read together, across our differences, still sets hearts on fire. The same Scriptures abused to justify apartheid were the ones that set Desmond Tutu and Beyers Naudé free. We must not surrender the Bible to those who would use it to divide.

Second, the table. The disciples said to a stranger: “Stay with us.” Hospitality came before recognition. And Christ was known to them in the breaking of bread. Christ is recognised in brokenness: in broken bread, broken communities, broken peoples. Our unity is not uniformity. It is a shared table where no one is a stranger. In Southern Africa we call this Ubuntu: I am because we are. We practise it through Indaba, sitting together long enough to truly hear one another.

Third, hope that gets up and goes back. The disciples got up that same hour, at night, and returned to Jerusalem, to the very place of danger and death. That is what hope does. My friend Denise Ackermann defines hope as a form of active resistance. Not optimism, but the refusal to let despair have the last word.

This is why I love A Million Acts of Hope. Not because one act changes the world, but because a million small acts of hospitality, courage and truth-telling make a road others can walk on. A letter to an MP. A shared meal with a refugee family. A congregation that refuses to let the flag stand above the cross. A prayer for Gaza and for Israel on the same Sunday.

And let us keep our sense of humour. Desmond Tutu laughed in the face of apartheid, because he knew how the story ended. Joy is a form of resistance too.

Closing

Friends, the road to Emmaus begins in disappointment: “We had hoped.” It ends in mission: “The Lord has risen indeed!”

Between those two moments, Christ walks alongside, often unrecognised, in the stranger, the partner, the one we disagree with.

So may we be churches that do not walk away. Churches that accompany, that listen, that open the Scriptures and break bread together. And churches that get up, even at night, and go back together to the places of pain.

And, to use a saying that speaks to me with power: Faith sees further. Justice reaches further still.

God bless you, and God bless the work of Christian Aid.


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Sunday, 20 September 2026

Charge to the 38th Session of the Anglican Church of Southern Africa's Provincial Synod

Anglican Church of Southern Africa

38th Session of Provincial Synod

“A Church Held by God’s Steadfast Love and Renewed for Faithful Witness”

Charge by the President of Synod

The Most Reverend Dr Thabo Cecil Makgoba

Archbishop and Metropolitan

September 20th 2026

Readings: Exodus 16:2–15; Psalm 105:1–6, 37–45; Philippians 1:21–30; Matthew 20:1–16.

May I speak in the name of God who is Creator, Redeemer and Sustainer. Amen.

Eternal God, whose love is steadfast throughout all generations: keep us mindful of your faithfulness, attentive to your sacred work in our time, and expectant of what is to come. As we gather in this Synod, united in heart and mind, may you renew and transform us for faithful witness; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit reigns as one God, forever and ever. Amen.

That is our Synod collect, and I have prayed it more than once in preparing to stand before you today, because it says, more simply than I can, everything I hope this Charge will manage to say: that we are held, before we are ever sent.

Welcome and Acknowledgments

Members of Synod, sisters and brothers in Christ, a very warm welcome to the opening Eucharist of this, the 38th Session of Provincial Synod.

This being my last Synod, allow me first of all to extend my profound thanks to Lungi and to our children, Nyakallo and Paballo, for their love and support through the years; without them the journey would have been lonely and unreal. Let me also acknowledge my sisters, Mathapelo and Matapala, for their caring and support. Thank God for our parents and our siblings.

I also want to pay tribute to the memory of Bishop Luke Pato, who served this Province with great distinction over many years and in many roles. We remember in particular his service as PEO and of how he stepped up when the Province was in particular need, especially in launching the College of the Transfiguration and in accepting election as the Bishop of Namibia. May he Rest in Peace, and Rise in Glory. Although it is embarrassing for me to mention this, I want to record my profound gratitude for the work of Bishop Luke and the Revd Janet Trisk in editing the Festschrift they are launching at this Synod.

Turning to those responsible for our presence today, I want to name, with gratitude, those without whom this gathering would not exist: our Steering Committee, who built the Synod session by session; the Dean of the Province, who chaired so capably in my absence while I was on sabbatical; and our liturgical team, led by Seipati, who shaped our worship this week. I also thank my staff, members of the Order of Simon of Cyrene and recipients of the Archbishop’s Award for Peace and Justice, as well as our distinguished colleagues and our ecumenical friends — all of you who have carried me, quite literally, to this pulpit.

A Decade and More: Where We Have Come From

It is difficult to stand at a threshold like this one without looking back down the road that brought us here.

In my Installation Charge in 2008, I said I believed I was called to be, in the words of the Sepedi phrase, Sekgo sa Metse, a vessel for peace with justice and reconciliation, and for cultivating a yeast for healing the bruised, the crushed and the broken in God’s world.

At our Synod in 2010, marking 140 years of this Church’s life, we said together that we were a people anchored in the love of Christ, committed to God’s mission, and transformed by the Holy Spirit — and we said it while looking directly at poverty, at HIV, and at corruption, refusing to let doctrine float free of the world it was spoken into.

In 2013, under the theme Vision for Education and Education for a Vision, we turned our gaze to the quality and inequality of schooling in South Africa — and in that same Synod, for the first time, we welcomed woman Bishops to this Provincial Synod, a vision of who may lead as well as a vision for education.

In 2016, Synod dared to discern, develop and direct — an honest reckoning with how we steward our physical, spiritual and financial resources, taken up in the same season that we were wrestling as a Province with human sexuality and same-sex partnerships. We did not choose an easy year to talk about stewardship of the whole self.

In 2019, we called ourselves to review, renew and restore — to reconnect faith to daily life. We audited our own transparency. We began, for the first time in this Charge’s public language, to name safeguarding as unfinished business, a priority which we have been challenged by the Church of England’s Makin report to give accelerated attention to, in order to ensure that our parishes, organisations and schools are safe spaces for all. And in the 2019 Synod we also asked what it would mean for each of the nations of our Province to be, in the words of Albert Luthuli, an equitable “Home for All” — not only for Anglicans.

In 2021, under the theme Discipling Communities for a Changed World, we met for the first time ever in a virtual Synod, governing the Church through a pandemic that widened every economic gap it touched, and exposed, with unbearable clarity, the violence done to women and children behind closed doors. That was also the year we gave birth to a new Province — IAMA, the Igreja Anglicana de Moçambique e Angola — sending part of ourselves out to see if it could stand on its own.

And in 2024, we said we would flourish like a garden — listening, reconciling, celebrating God’s new creation, as the world breathed a sigh of relief as it exhaled after COVID-19 and turned its attention to ecological justice, human rights, inclusion, and the long, unglamorous work of dialogue and reconciliation.

And running through these milestones in our growth as a Province have been initiatives to which we returned repeatedly at a number of synods: the establishment and refinement of our Safe and Inclusive Church ministry, the championing of the integrity of all of God’s creation, and the ongoing challenge of ensuring that our theological education prepares clergy to meet the demands of witness and ministry in an era characterised by unbelievably radical technological change. In addition we have held multiple elective assemblies, consecrating so many new Bishops that the makeup of the bench of Bishops has been completely transformed, and we have birthed Khahlamba Diocese.

While we have faced many challenges, suffered many failures and sometimes experienced stubbornness of heart, hope has been the thread running through every one of those synod years, whether or not the word appeared in the theme. I do not think that is an accident. I think it is what happens when a people keep returning, Synod after Synod, to the same well, working as best we can discern to the glory and extension of God’s rule.

What We Have Heard: The Life of the Province Since We Last Met

Members of Synod, as I turn now to the reports before us, I want to read them as I have always tried to — not as a summary to be endured, but as testimony; as evidence of a Church held together by love, and still, unevenly but genuinely, being renewed for witness.

From Belfast, where the Anglican Consultative Council met to do the hard, patient work of discerning what primacy and synodality mean for us today, we heard a call to keep talking to one another before we conclude we have nothing left to say. The ACC’s resolutions, ranging across gender justice, disaster response, pilgrimage and migration, are themselves an extended commentary on what “steadfast love throughout all generations” must mean when a Communion spans as many wounds as it does altars.

In Amsterdam, we have pursued for a decade now an informal partnership with the Vrije Universiteit, culminating this year in a symposium in Rome that dared to ask how we might discover and build hope for all, and leading to the book Voices of Hope. I return from the Netherlands, grateful for my recent sabbatical there and requesting Synod to endorse formally what has for a decade been true informally: that this partnership, together with our newer relationship with the University of the Free State, belongs within our missional priorities, not at their margin.

And then there is IAMA. Five years ago this Synod gave birth to a new Province and said, in effect: go, and show us you can stand. This week we receive the final report from IAMA under that five-year mandate, and bring to a close the financial scaffolding we built to help hold the new Province up. I do not read this as an ending; rather it is a vineyard owner stepping back to let those he sent out do the work he trusted them to do. We are asked now not to fund IAMA but to befriend IAMA — to keep fostering relationship wherever mission and partnership still call us together.

Our Disability Justice Commission asks something deceptively simple of every guild, every Diocese, every group within this Province: name a person, a disability champion, one contact, by Ash Wednesday. It is a small ask, carrying a large theology — that inclusion is not a sentiment but a name on a list, someone who can be telephoned.

I could not read the report of the Anglican Women’s Fellowship without remembering when we first welcomed woman Bishops to this Synod. The AWF’s outreach has seen twelve women trained and supported as priests recently, providing in its own words a lifeline, and this year reaching the College of the Transfiguration, Hope Africa’s work against gender-based violence, and flood relief in the Diocese of Natal. Nor could I read of Mothers’ Union planting a thousand trees in a single year without hearing an echo of the exhortation in the 2024 Charge to flourish like a garden — proof that a theme, once adopted by Synod, need not remain a metaphor.

Nor could I read, without real discomfort, the motion before us on protecting the elderly from being exploited by the Church. We are asked to stop collecting Church dues from the housebound and the frail, in short to stop asking those who can no longer fully participate in the life of the Church to help fund that life if they cannot afford to do so. I confess I had not thought to ask who among us have been quietly billed for belonging. The parable to which we will turn shortly has already been rehearsing this question for us.

Hope Africa tells us plainly that the funding environment remains very difficult — and tells us, in the same breath, that it intends between now and 2028 to expand, to strengthen, to grow. The Anglican Board of Education reaches for almost identical language; this has not been a season of easy success, but of faithful, patient work, staying present where retreat would have been easier. I do not think it accidental that two very different bodies, in two very different fields, arrived independently at the same posture. Perhaps that is what “renewed for faithful witness” looks like once translated out of Latin liturgy and into a budget line.

Our Environmental Network has chosen, wisely I think, not to launch something new but to spend this season monitoring what we have already resolved to do, so that our commitments do not simply accumulate but actually take root.

The USPG reminds us that fallow Church land can become a vegetable garden, feeding both a family and a market stall. The College of the Transfiguration reports itself well governed, still working to become the Province’s institution of first choice, and its alumni having gathered again to celebrate Transfiguration Week. Our Fellowship of Deacons wants simply to be able to find one another, Diocese to Diocese.

The men of Bernard Mizeki continue building houses for the elderly, filling food parcels, visiting hospitals and jails — grace with its sleeves rolled up. Our pension fund, for clergy and for their survivors, continues its quiet, unglamorous faithfulness, and the Robert Selby Taylor Will Trust remains a great resource for our clergy who are educating their children. We are in great need of endowments from Anglicans with resources to help in areas such as theological studies and the health of clergy families.

And Anglicans Ablaze reminds us that its very first conference shared a birthday with my own first Provincial Synod as your Archbishop, and asks the one question that has quietly organised sixteen years of ministry among you: what does God want us to do together that we cannot do on our own?

The South African Council of Churches continues to do us proud — in Palestinian solidarity, in climate and gender work, in the unglamorous civic labour of youth forums and women’s dialogues, standing where the Church’s ecumenical voice is still needed and still heard.

Before us also are matters of governance that may seem, on the surface, far from grace: measures to define trusts and trustees, to regularise the election of Bishops and Bishops Suffragan, to establish a Provincial Tribunal of Appeal so that the Archbishop is no longer the last court of resort, to strengthen safeguarding through Act 3, to stand up a dedicated Finance Board. I do not think these are far from grace at all. A church that builds tribunals so that no single person is its final word on justice, that legislates the protection of the vulnerable into its own Constitution, is doing in its bylaws what the vineyard owner does in the parable: refusing to let power alone decide who is included.

And on the question of incorporating Botswana in our Province, we are called to patience with the recommendation to defer a decision until 2027, giving a Diocese room to grow into readiness rather than being rushed into a decision not yet ripe. Even our procedure, at its best, can practise the parable’s economy — the economy of not yet, held open in hope rather than closed in judgement.

The Gospel: Matthew 20:1–16

It is difficult to describe a day like today. I have tried, but it seems to defy all conventional description. All I can come up with, in the end, is to say that it is a day, to use Luke’s tender phrase, “full of grace.”

I carry in my heart, then, many graces — especially the tremendous grace of gratitude. Gratitude to God for what God has done in my life, in my private moments, in my public ministry, and especially in and through those I love. Gratitude for the many unexpected moments of blessing that have come my way, mostly unbidden — in unexpected places and through unexpected people, reminding me that God speaks in many and varied ways and in many and varied places. I am grateful to those who have made my life richer, who expanded my heart, who probed and challenged my imagination and shook my intellect, and have been, through it all, a source of inspiration to me. I bless God for them.

There is grace, too, in reminiscence — recalling the beauty of worshipping in a rural parish with a mere handful of people who sang lustily the glories of God and testified to God’s faithfulness; and of joining the great ceremonies of the Church, in cathedrals over one thousand five hundred years old, that have through the ages, in all the changing scenes of life, keeping a sense of God alive.

I have experienced the grace of remembering that in such places, our generation is one of the many building blocks in the great edifice of history — the beautiful grace of ordinations, consecrations, blessings, baptisms, marriages, confirmations; the harsh grace of canonical sentencing and the tender grace of a dying parishioner’s last smile and firm hand grip.

I have had the grace of ministering at the edge of a world both beautiful and fracturing, as it struggles to provide a “home for all”. The grace of reminiscence carries this reminder too: that public events are so often the fruit of private prayers, and I have had the honour of making that connection in the public space.

I have also experienced the harder grace of being challenged — of having my comfort zones, my own ways of thinking and acting, unsettled by others who called me to broaden my vision, to think more deeply, to be more compassionate and inclusive in my ministry. Having heard those challenges, I tried to respond to them, and they shifted me — through consecrating the first four woman Bishops of this Province, through walking with fellow Anglicans in a continent divided, through Marikana, through hiring and firing, through overseeing the retirement of Bishops, through peace efforts in Lesotho, through a cold, war-time Advent visit to Ukraine, through collecting plastic from wetlands, through the pain of reading safeguarding case files, through pleading with Bishops to save our theological college, and through dancing at youth guild gatherings with a mitre knocked sideways on my head. I have known the strange, undignified comedy of ministry alongside its gravity, and both, I have come to believe, are filled with grace.

But I have also received the harder grace still of being called to honour the words we say every time we gather at this liturgy: that I have not done things I ought to have done, and have done things I ought not to have done. That honesty has forced me, more than once, to my knees.

So today is a day of grace, and yet, irrefutably, a day of ongoing challenge. While I may be laying down this form of ministry within the year — this being my last Provincial Synod — I will remain challenged in my retirement to stand in places outside the leadership of the Church that demand my presence.

For whatever role we fulfill as followers of Jesus, whether inside or outside the Church, whether as clergy or laity, whether in stipendiary ministry or not, whether retired or not, there is still work to be done. I think of the Nigerian writer Chinua Achebe, who says so tellingly: “Don’t disparage the day that still has an hour of light in its hand.” I keep, too, in my heart the writer Ben Okri, who asks a question I take seriously as I look to my own future: thousands of years of loving, failing, killing, creating, surprising, oppressing and thinking, he says, ought now to start to bear fruit, to deliver their rich harvest — will you be at the harvest, among the gatherers of new fruits?

In the spirit of today’s Gospel, by retiring I will not stop going into the marketplace to engage those left behind. As we heard, the vineyard owner goes out, again and again — not once, not twice, but five times — to engage those excluded from the day’s economy. Human need calls him out repeatedly; he goes to reverse the systemic exclusion of those on the periphery, those with no way into meaningful participation in the economy, in education, in health, in the justice the law promises but does not always deliver.

It is difficult to find a clearer definition than that embodied in today’s reading of what ministry looks like in our and other parts of the world, in our time, than this: going out, again and again, to engage those systematically excluded from what makes for a decent life. I think of the poor and the marginalised who have become addicted to the iniquitous new phenomenon of online gambling, squandering their social grants or their NSFAS funding and enriching those who control an industry which has grown exponentially, from thirty billion to more than one trillion rand a year in the last decade. (I hope that this Synod will consider a resolution on this issue arising from this Charge.)

Beyond our borders, I think of the suffering of the people of Sudan and the eastern DR Congo, sponsored by weapons supplied by outside forces. I think too of the people of Gaza and of Lebanon, and of the outrageous and increasingly bold attacks which Israeli settlers carry out against Palestinians on the West Bank of the Jordan, attacks which are encouraged by cabinet ministers and to which Israeli troops often turn a blind eye. The resolution before this Synod gives us the opportunity to stand with our Palestinian sisters and brothers, who are facing settler terrorism on the Occupied West Bank which amounts to an attempt at ethnic cleansing which will permanently block the creation of a viable Palestinian state. As the Bishop of Chelmsford in England has said in supporting British sanctions against Israel, “settler violence is part of a wider strategy of control and coercion by the state of Israel.”

Returning to the plight of our own poor and unemployed, perhaps verses five and six are for us the most poignant in today’s Gospel. The vineyard owner goes out yet again and asks the ones still standing, “Why are you here, idle, all day?” He does something more than notice them — he lets them answer for themselves, gives them the dignity of naming their own condition, enabling them to reply: “Because no one has hired us.” That is not an excuse. It is a diagnosis of an unjust labour system, spoken plainly, without shame, by people rendered surplus by an economy with no place for them. We live in a time that too easily blames the poor for their poverty — the unemployed for lacking initiative, the migrant for having come, the young for their impatience.

The response of the landowner in our reading is neither one of pity nor one of turning away his gaze as he passes by: it is inclusion. He sends the unemployed into the vineyard with only an hour of daylight left, knowing exactly what that hour can and cannot produce. A core responsibility of the Church, like this vineyard owner, is to ask ourselves, plainly: who have we passed by, deliberately turning our gaze away? Who have we neglected, made excuses to keep outside, denied access to the life of this Church? What have we done in our parishes and Dioceses to act on the knowledge that it is above all the young who carry the heaviest burden of exclusion from our economy? These are hard questions, but they open the door to a new way of being missionary, a new way of being a beacon of hope in difficult times. The Church has a prophetic destiny to be a space of radical inclusion, especially in an era of chilling exclusion.

As I asked the Diocese of Cape Town recently: we have in our congregations members of the migrant community, who out of desperate need and showing extraordinary initiative, have often traversed half a continent in order to feed, clothe and house their families. We also have in many of our congregations South Africans who are unemployed, vulnerable to the rhetoric of xenophobes who ignore the evidence that migrants are a plus contributing to our economy, and who whip up hostility against migrants. Surely it is not beyond the capacity of our parishes and Dioceses to harness both in creative, mutually-supporting ways of seeking a living. As a Province, we derive great value from clergy who cross national borders to serve the church in other dioceses, and, while putting that on record, I want to record that when it comes to South Africa, we should not have to struggle so much to secure permission from the Department of Home Affairs for our clergy from outside South Africa to minister in South African dioceses.

The reading from Matthew calls us not to turn away from a challenge, but to turn towards it, to face it and to respond by finding ways to include instead of to exclude. As so often in the Gospels, we find that Jesus’s way is counter-intuitive to our all-too-human responses. Perhaps the verse we would most like to skip past is that which asks: “Are you envious because I am generous?” In the Greek, the question is posed more sharply, asking “Is your eye evil because I am good?” The eye is scripture’s image for how we perceive and judge others; an evil eye is a way of seeing that begrudges another’s blessing.

Also, note that the landowner does not deny the wage gap. He denies that labour is the only category by which worth is measured in his vineyard. We are so much more than what an economy prices us at. We recall the words of Irenaeus in the second century: the glory of God is a human being fully alive. God’s economy does not run on merit accounting. It runs on the prior, unearned decision to include those the world has left standing idle.

Closing Charge

In whatever years remain to me — in whatever shape or size those years take — I pledge, today, that this will remain the guiding principle of my life: to continue to go out, to continue to engage human suffering, to continue to speak into human need, to continue to work, even against the odds, to reverse injustice, as long as there are those left standing on the margins.

That must be the ongoing ministry not only of an Archbishop retiring, but of all of us — of this Church, yes, but also of people of every faith and of no faith who share in this deeply interconnected ecosystem of shared values. It is from this whole cloud of witnesses that I have drawn strength, and with whom I will continue, in whatever form my ministry now takes, to share in the work of walking together — daily transforming the kingdom of this world into the kingdom of our God.

It is also from you that I have drawn strength over my term of office. Each one of you is important, and God knows each hair in your head and how you have enabled almost two decades of archiepiscopal ministry and nearly four decades of ordained ministry. We are, as our collect says, a Church held by God’s steadfast love throughout all generations. May we leave this Synod renewed — mindful of that faithfulness, attentive to God’s sacred work in our time, and expectant of what is still to come.

God loves you, and so do I.

Amen.

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Friday, 18 September 2026

A Eulogy for the Right Revd Luke Pato

Eulogy for Bishop Luke Pato

The Most Revd Dr Thabo Makgoba

Archbishop of Cape Town

September 16, 2026


Readings: Isaiah 35: 1-2 and 8-10; Romans 8:31-39; and John 14:1-7

May I speak in the name of God, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Amen.

Essie and whole family, I bring you my condolences and that of Manala and whole church on the passing of Bishop Luke. I think of the many, many of Luke’s gifts and ministries, the one which for me stands out is his ability to be a minister of reconciliation.

You can probably think of a number of examples, but let me offer just a few.

Born in the year after the after the Nationalist Party’s coming to power, the first half of Luke’s life was lived under what is called grand apartheid. His family knew forced removals. In his schooling and university career he knew years of rising black consciousness met with rising state oppression. He and his father knew the church’s own apartheid. And yet Luke chose a way of reconciliation with white colleagues.

Then in 1993, with the closure of St Bede’s and St Paul’s, Luke accepted Archbishop Desmond’s request that he head up the new College of the Transfiguration. There he met with two opposing hostile student bodies, and church leaders who wanted to see the College fail and chose to undermine it, particularly be withdrawing funding and students. And yet he managed to mould a coherent student body and set the College on a foundation which has allowed three decades of students to encounter one another across racial, cultural and gender divides, to be prepared for their own calling to be ministers of reconciliation.

Later, in his role at the South African Council of Churches, he was instrumental is setting up along with the World Council in Geneva, an Ecumenical Accompaniers programme in Israel and Palestine.

Then as Bishop of Namibia, he moved countries, into a new culture, where he did not speak any of the local languages, and with energy set about building a community in one of the most far-flung and impoverished dioceses in our Province.

In his personal life, he did not hold grudges. Even those who had been in deep conflict with him, were forgiven and met with cordiality and gentleness.

Luke, of course, was not a saint. Like all of us he had his fallibilities. But as he forgave and reconciled, he also knew himself forgiven, loved by God along with all his weaknesses and failings. Secure in that knowledge, he was able to offer others forgiveness and to be that minister of reconciliation that he was.

Given this extraordinary ministry, offered over more than 50 years, we could be forgiven for being disappointed that Luke was not given more years to enjoy retirement, family life, friends and good health. So we might also be somewhat upset that the Prayer book sets these lessons for a funeral:

“Do not let your hearts be troubled” John 14:1. “The desert and the dry land will be glad, the wilderness will flourish....sorrow and sighing will flee away” Isaiah 35.

Where is the acknowledgement of pain, sorrow and regret?

Yet the church in its wisdom sets these verses for us. And, as always with the scriptures, they invite us to dig a little deeper. As Luke taught many generations of students and preached in many hundreds of sermons, one cannot simply read these ancient words superficially. Fine theologian that he was, I am certain that Luke would encourage us, even in this time of sorrow, to pay deeper attention to the tradition of the church and her teaching of the scriptures.

The verses from Isaiah form a part of the prophet’s vision, Isaiah’s message of hope, for his bereft people in exile in Babylon. Drawing on the image of the exodus, Isaiah imagines, not a 40 years of wandering, but a highway, a straight road home to Jerusalem.

“Strengthen the feeble hands, steady the wobbly knees, be strong do not fear,” the prophet writes. Can you imagine his listeners in Babylon. They must have said: This is no prophet. He is a man out of his mind. We are in exile. As the psalmist wrote: by Babylon’s rivers we sit down and weep. And yet, and yet, says Isaiah “your God will come.” Even when there seems no hope, we must hope beyond hope.

And in words that I think would gladden Luke’s environmentalist heart, the prophet uses images of a flourishing creation to describe how wonderful this hope is. Like the crocus bursting into bloom, the desert will rejoice and blossom. Water will gush in the wilderness, as it did from the rock in the exodus journey.

And then in the gospel of John: Do not let your hearts be troubled. Doesn’t that seem an impossible ask? Yet these are Jesus’ words to his friends on the night before his violent death. Having predicted his betrayal by Judas and having predicted Peter’s denial of him, Jesus tells the disciples not to be troubled. I am preparing a place for you and I will come to take you with me, he tells them. None of this sidesteps the betrayals, the trials, the crucifixion and death. But it promises a oneness with Jesus. Like Isaiah’s audience, I imagine the disciples too, must have felt pretty sceptical. But like Isaiah who promises a way through the desert, Jesus promises a way -- through him. I am the way.

What a travesty that this verse: “I am the way the truth and the life. No-one comes to the Father but by me,” has been used to made exclusivist claims for Christians and even to condemn people of other faiths.

At the most basic level, we must recognise that Jesus never called himself a Christian. When Jesus lived there were no Christians. Jesus was a Jew, he kept the Jewish law, he taught his disciples according to the teachings of the Jewish rabbis. No one called themselves Christians until about 15 or 20 years after Jesus’ death. So quite simply, when Jesus says “I am the way the truth and the life. No-one comes to the Father but by me” he could not have been talking about being a Christian.

So what was he talking about? I think he was talking about a way of living. I think he was talking about living in loving relationship with God. Jesus is trying to explain to his friends how, just as he lives in complete union with God, so too can they.

Often when we think about being in union with God, or at one with God, we think we need to escape out of our everyday human life and enter some super-spiritual realm. Jesus directly challenges this. He says to his friends: “if you know me, you know the father.” In other words all we need to know about God can be seen in this human life. We don't need to escape our ordinary lives in order to be with God. God has already entered our everyday lives and we can be at one with God even when we are grieving and confused, as we go about our everyday lives.

If we put these two readings together, we might summarize them like this: For the depressed, miserable Hebrew people in exile, for Jesus’ troubled, fearful disciples, the message is the same. In the worst of situations, God makes a way. For those of us fearful, grief-ridden, sorrowful, God makes a way. As impossible as that might seem right now, can we trust this? How do we make any sense of this?

Perhaps we can do so in the memorable words of Paul: I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither the present nor the future can separate us from God’s love; neither angels nor demons, nothing in all creation will separate us from God’s love.

When Paul talks of this love of God, or really this love that IS God, he isn’t thinking about an old man with a beard in the sky. Rather he is talking about something much more profound. Because there is nothing at all that is outside of God, can we see ourselves in God? All of us in God. This congregation gathered this morning, those we love, those who have died, yesterday and tomorrow – all are wrapped in this wholeness we call God. God who does not just love but is love. We come into being in God-love, we live in God-love, we die in God-love and we are raised in God-love. And in love that we call God, we are separated from nothing or anyone.

So whether we feel like it or not, we are never separate from God. It also means we are never separate from one another. It’s just that sometimes we forget this. We feel separate and alone. That feeling is real. But the deeper reality is that in God we are never separate from one another, including those who have died.

Though we grieve Luke’s death, we have this assurance that we continue as part of one another, as we are together in God’s love, or more accurately in the Love we call God. Neither death nor life, nor angels, nor powers, nothing in all creation can separate us from the love of God.

Could it be that even in death, Luke is exercising this ministry of reconciliation as he brings us together with each other, with him, with all creation, in God whom we call love?

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Saturday, 5 September 2026

Higher Education and the Work of Nation-Building - Rhodes University, Makhanda

 Higher Education and the Work of Nation-Building
A Response at Rhodes University, Makhanda
1 September 2026
The Most Revd Dr Thabo Makgoba, Anglican Archbishop of Cape Town and Chairman of the Archbishop Thabo Makgoba Development Trust


Vice-Chancellor, 
Deputy Vice-Chancellors, 
the Dean of the Faculty of Commerce, Professor Owen Skae, 
Faculty, 
Students, 
Other distinguished guests:


Thank you for asking me to join this panel today. It is a great privilege to have been invited to respond to Professor Mohale’s outstanding address, and also to be a fellow panellist with him and Judge Madlanga. Not only are the three of us fellow university Chancellors, but Bonang and I share the experience of being residents at Glyn Thomas House in the grounds of Baragwanath Hospital when it was the res to which Wits sent black students in the 1980s.
    Allow me also to greet also the Bishop of Grahamstown and his clergy, the Rector of the College of the Transfiguration, the students and staff, and my fellow parishioners in the Diocese of Grahamstown. 
     I am honoured to be standing on this campus, under a motto I have always admired: “Where Leaders Learn”. It is a fitting motto for the question put to us this evening: what is the role of higher education in nation-building, today, in 2026, more than three decades into our democracy; and at a moment when so many of the certainties of that democracy feel, once again, up for debate? As someone who once worked in academia, but who has been out of it full-time for many years, I hope I can contribute as one who is intensely concerned about today’s topic, using what I have learned as a leader in other fields for my input.
    Let me respond to Prof Mohale in two ways: one by using my own recent learning to underline the importance of universities helping to promote the transformation that our nation desperately needs with practical action; and the other by pointing to the kind of values I believe a university education needs to embody.

Practical ways of building a nation

Two weeks ago, Dr Phil Mjwara, South Africa’s representative at UNESCO and former Director-General of our Department of Science and Technology, gave us a thumbnail sketch at Fort Hare of how our universities have developed. He identified three waves: the first shaped by the discovery of gold and the demands of mining; the second influenced by the nexus between academia and the growth of state-backed industries; and the third, which we are in now, is one in which universities must aim for inclusion, sustainable regional development and engagement with the communities we serve.
    The sharpest point that Dr Mjwara made was this: South Africa is not short of knowledge, or of engineers, or of people who can build things. What it lacks is the follow-through that turns a working prototype into an industry. He gave three examples that should trouble every university: a fully-built South African electric vehicle that was never brought to market; a small modular nuclear reactor that could not attract the capital to promote commercially; and a place in a European aerospace manufacturing programme that South Africa simply abandoned. In every case, the engineers who built these things did not disappear — they left the country to pursue projects elsewhere in the world, taking with them value this country paid to create.
    That is not a research failure. It is a nation-building failure — the very failure this evening’s theme asks us to confront. A case study that Dr Mjwara referred to, drawn from a satellite-monitoring and land-use programme he has helped run with rural communities in the Mbhashe municipality not far from here, is a glimpse of what the third wave looks like when it works: local farmers, university researchers and a state space agency mapping grazing land and crop viability together, indigenous knowledge sitting alongside satellite data, with the explicit aim of moving subsistence maize and pineapple farming toward an export economy. It is a small programme. But it is exactly the kind of unglamorous, patient, jointly-owned work the New Struggle actually requires — and exactly the kind of work that dies if a university tries to do it alone, without a state and an industry willing to walk the last mile with it.

The new economy
Looking to the future, we need to develop not only technical competence in traditional fields, but we have to prepare students for the new, 21st century economy. 
    To quote Advocate Norman Arendse, speaking in a recent address on the Higher Education Act, our universities were designed for an era in which “qualifications were relatively stable, information travelled slowly and the boundary between education and employment was more clearly defined.” However, he says, “We now inhabit an economy shaped by artificial intelligence, platform technologies, cybersecurity threats, automation, climate transition, digital inequality and rapidly changing patterns of employment.” That means we need to educate people “not merely for their first job, but for a working life in which the nature of work itself may repeatedly change.”

Moral leadership
I now turn to the issue of values.
    Fourteen years ago, at my inauguration as Chancellor of the University of the Western Cape, I argued that education must aim beyond the mere accumulation of information toward something closer to wisdom. We need to develop the discernment that allows a graduate to engage constructively with the world. Such an education must include the promotion of moral leadership.
    I have spoken often, in other places, of what I call the New Struggle — the long, unglamorous work of building equality of opportunity that must follow, and is harder than, the struggle for political liberation. Equality of opportunity is not won in a moment. It is built, generation upon generation, brick upon brick, largely in classrooms and lecture halls and laboratories and libraries. Every student who walks through Drostdy Gate carrying a scholarship that a poor household could never otherwise have afforded is a brick laid in the New Struggle. Every research programme that turns its gaze toward Makhanda’s own broken municipal water systems, rather than only toward publishable papers in the Global North, is nation-building. Every academic who chooses to stay and teach here, on this soil, rather than take the well-worn road north or overseas, is nation-building.
    Unless a university education includes a component promoting moral leadership, we are in danger of producing graduates whose values the underlying objective of making as much money as they can without regard to the interests of the community. 

Learning Ubuntu, Not Just Reciting It
For a nation is not simply an economy or a set of institutions; it is a moral community, a shared story people are willing to tell about who they are to one another. And that is where universities carry a responsibility too few of them still take seriously. 
    We South Africans are fond of invoking Ubuntu — umuntu ngumuntu ngabantu — I am because we are. But Ubuntu is not a slogan; it is a discipline of formation. An education that trains its graduates only in individual competitive achievement, that measures worth by rank and salary, is quietly teaching the opposite of Ubuntu. A country cannot be built by people, however brilliant, who feel no obligation beyond themselves.

Courageous Conversation
Universities, and this one especially, have another related vocation in nation-building: to remain places where courageous conversations are still possible. We are living through a time in which public discourse increasingly rewards certainty and punishes complexity; in which people retreat into information environments that confirm what they already believe; in which disagreement is treated as betrayal rather than as the raw material of a shared future. I have long drawn on the practice of indaba — not as a decorative African metaphor, but as an actual epistemology: the discipline of sitting in a circle until every voice, including the one you find hardest to hear, has been genuinely heard, not merely tolerated.
    A university that trains people to sit in the discomfort of real disagreement — about land, about race, about history, about the names on its own gates and buildings — and to keep talking anyway, is doing nation-building of the deepest kind. The debates that have surrounded this university’s own name are not a distraction from its academic mission. Argued honestly and without either bitterness or defensiveness, they are itself a curriculum in nation-building — a live seminar in how a country reckons with an inherited, compromised past without being paralysed by it.

Generosity as a Theology of Nationhood
I want to add one more theological note, because I cannot leave it out of any serious reflection I offer. I have written about a Theology of Generosity, rooted in the  conviction that the deepest truths of a common life are not secured by what we withhold from one another out of scarcity and fear, but by what we are willing to give away.
    Nation-building, on this account, is fundamentally an economy of generosity. A university takes part in it not only through bursaries and outreach programmes, worthy as those are, but through the posture it teaches its graduates to carry into the world: are they being formed to hoard advantage, or to share it? Are they being formed to see a rural school in the Eastern Cape, an informal settlement on this town’s edge, a neighbouring struggling institution, as someone else’s problem — or as their own unfinished business?
    And it is worth remembering, finally, that a university is not one thing — not only its Vice-Chancellor, not only its Council. It is all of us: every scholar, every student, every graduate, choosing, in ways large and small, whether to close that distance or merely to describe it. Faith sees further. Justice reaches further still. So, I have come to believe, does the university — when it remembers what it is truly for.
Thank you.

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