McKenzie and the Mercedes

McKenzie waited anxiously for Maria to show. They had meticulously planned this meeting before she helped him to escape from ‘La Dama de la Noche’. Maria had decided to go to her father in Sao Paulo Brazil. Together with McKenzie, they had staged his escape and arranged a rendezvous in Marbella’s Old Town.

McKenzie would drive them both, in his hired, car to Malaga Airport. They would catch a flight to London’s Heathrow and, from there, onto Sao…

McKenzie is Amazed - Get Ready

As quickly as she had entered, Maria left the room, having caused relatively little damage. McKenzie was confused and wondered what was going on. Was this part of a physiological ploy to intimidate him?

Before McKenzie had a chance to work it all out, the cabin door swung open again and Maria stood, statuesque, framed in the doorway. She was dressed to kill in her bright red mini dress. Smoke rose from an extremely long cigarette delicately…

McKenzie and the Digital Age

McKenzie was taken aback when the preacher walked up to the pulpit and said, “Please do not turn off your mobile phones. Leave them on and start texting and posting messages of what happens here to your friends on Facebook and Twitter. Attach photos and videos by all means.”

Almost immediately, mobile phones being held aloft began flashing. Others were slowly moving as they panned the preacher and the congregation. “Be sure to invite the…

McKenzie is Spared

Condensation stuck to the window like mist on a Scottish mountain. However, McKenzie was not in Scotland, The Land of his Fathers, he was in South East Asia, Myanmar to be precise, Mandalay City to be very precise.

A drop of water left its trail and through the window blurred images of the city made indistinct shapes through the glass. McKenzie’s clothes stuck to him with sweat, he was only wearing a t-shirt and Bermudas but they were soaked…

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Song of Solomon 2:10-12……My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.”

The sometimes racy and definitely sensuous, Song of Solomon, is the bible’s love poem. It is an allegory of God’s love for Israel.…

The McKenzie Chronicles

The weekly McKenzie stories will, in time, become a book. Hopefully, a wide range of people (Christians and non-Christians) from diverse cultures and countries will identify in some way with the central character, McKenzie. Therefore, the implication is that, you or I can empathise with elements and aspects of McKenzie life. As the weeks go by, we will get to know him better….

The McKenzie Commentaries and the Gist

Up until now, the…

McKenzie Makes a Difference

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McKenzie stared blankly at the grotesque panorama of chaos and poverty that

spread out before him. The rank smell of decay nauseated him. What could he do?

Where could he start?

Njenga slum was home to around one million displaced and marginalised

inhabitants on the edge of Nairobi, Kenya. Looking at the impossible task…

The heavy rain beat steadily down on the cathedral steps turning the dust to mud and then washing it away. Spain in the rain – not what he was hoping for! McKenzie sat under the canopy of a café situated on one

side of a very beautiful plaza and thoughtfully sipped his café con leche. Normally, he would have savoured this moment while

indulging in his…

McKenzie has an Encounter

McKenzie sat bolt upright his eyes as wide as organ-stops. He was completely conscious yet his dream continued in vivid technicolour. There, in front of him, was a man, an incredibly handsome man, who seemed to emanate a brilliant bright light. His shoulder length hair was illuminated to the ends making it look like there was a halo around his head.

The light, although powerful was not glary, it had a translucent effect that shimmered like a…

The trees, limp and heavy after days of incessant rainfall, hung stoically in the eerie stillness. The inky black sky seemed to crack open for the

briefest of moments and a full moon slid out from behind a slow moving

invisible cloud spilling light over the forest floor like a tremendous symphony

of chiaroscuro.

Bright beams cut through the dense canopy and splashed pools of iridescence

onto the…

The air was so humid that McKenzie's cheap off-the-shelf spectacles slid down the greasy slope of his aristocratic aquiline nose. Almost habitually and certainly

without thinking, he pushed them back up to the bridge where beads of sweat

formed between his furrowing eyebrows.

At any cost, McKenzie was determined to finish his paper that he…

Jeremiah 32:27…… “I am the LORD, the God of all mankind. Is anything too hard for me?”

…..all mankind…