Archbishop Desmond Tutu, the South African leader who stood up to apartheid and played a leading role in bringing peace and reconciliation to a divided nation, has died, aged 90. His friend and co-worker, Rt Rev Michael Nuttall, pays tribute


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“What does the Lord require of you but to pursue justice, to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?” (Micah 6:8)

In Desmond Mpilo Tutu, this threefold cord was interwoven in a long, lived authenticity. That is why we loved him and respected him and valued him so deeply. Small in physical stature, he was a giant among us, both morally and spiritually. His faith was authentic, not counterfeit or half-hearted. He lived it, even at great cost to himself, with an inclusive, all-embracing love. His friend, Nelson Mandela, put it perfectly when he said: “Sometimes strident, often tender, never afraid and seldom without humour, Desmond Tutu’s voice will always be the voice of the voiceless.”

In his prayer, the world was his parish, and surely that was appropriate for a holder of the Nobel Peace Prize


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Rt Rev Michael Nuttall pays tribute to Archbishop Tutu at his funeral

Desmond and I became close in an unlikely partnership at a truly critical time in the life of our country. From 1989 to 1996, he was Archbishop of Cape Town and I his deputy when, as Bishop of Natal, I was elected by my brother bishops to be also what is called ‘Dean of the Province’. I was asked during a pastoral visit we made to Jerusalem what this cumbersome ecclesiastical title meant. My answer, on the spur of the moment, was that it meant “number two to Tutu”. The nickname stuck but, more importantly, at a deeper level our partnership struck a chord perhaps in the hearts and minds of many people: a dynamic black leader and his white deputy in the dying years of apartheid; and hey presto, the heavens did not collapse. We were a foretaste, if you like, of what could be in our wayward, divided nation.

“What does the Lord require of you but to pursue justice, to love kindness and to walk humbly with your God?” Allow me to unpack each of these qualities in relation to our esteemed Archbishop.

Pursue justice

Desmond was not on some crusade of personal aggrandisement or egotism, though he often - and disarmingly - admitted that he loved to be loved, and what is wrong with that? Do we not all love to be loved? It is a human craving from the moment we are born. But no: Desmond’s response to grave injustice came from the depths of his being and often in response to what he called ”the divine nudge”. Listen to what his favourite prophet, Jeremiah, wrote: “There is in my heart, as it were, a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I am weary with holding it in, and I cannot.” (Jeremiah 20:9). That is how Desmond Tutu lived and ministered in a situation of systemic and often brutal injustice in his own beloved country.

Nor did the fire in his breast die out in his years of retirement and old age, though he was thrilled with the coming of democracy in 1994. “Watch out, watch out, watch out!” he warned sternly when the new government stalled expediently in giving a visa to his friend and fellow Peace Laureate, the Dalai Lama, at the time of the Arch’s 80th birthday celebration. He was not similarly turned down when he went to Dharamsala in India for the Dalai Lama’s 80th birthday and, together, they produced a remarkable book called The Book of Joy (Hutchinson), which is a spiritual classic for our time and, indeed, for all time: a book crafted by deep and humorous conversation between a Buddhist and a Christian, and compiled beautifully by Douglas Abrams, who is a Jew. There is a profound pursuit of a just order in this fine product, namely a religious just order amidst so much shameful intolerance in today’s world. Those who have ears to hear, let them hear.

Love kindness

This was Desmond at his very best. His was not a harsh, ideological quest for justice. Always it was grounded in mercy - in hesed (to use the Hebrew word) - in an enduring loving-kindness; the gentle touch, the forgiving heart, the warm smile – ah yes, the warm smile. Remember his fine book on the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, that seminal body which he chaired? It was titled No Future without Forgiveness (Ebury). How could someone who had suffered so much hostility and disdain in his own country settle for such a conviction, such magnanimity? It was because all that he stood for and strove for was undergirded by a spirit of mercy towards everyone. When my wife of 57 years died on All Souls Day in 2016, he was on the phone to me, despite great physical frailty, to comfort me and to offer, as he would say, a little prayer from the heart. Desmond was quite at ease praying on the telephone with others. Actually, he prayed anywhere and everywhere, not only in churches and chapels. He so wanted to be at Dorrie’s funeral and was truly pained that ill health prevented him. The flowers, of course, arrived.

Small in physical stature, he was a giant among us, both morally and spiritually

Walk humbly with your God

Here is the mystery of the interior pilgrimage of the soul. There were three Ps about our Archbishop; he was the prophet, the pastor and the pray-er. What many perhaps did not realise was that the prayer undergirded, guided and prompted all the rest. A daily Eucharist was his custom, regardless of the circumstances; I remember having one with him in Frankfurt airport when we waited for a connecting flight. It was utterly appropriate that his funeral service was immersed in what we call a Requiem Eucharist; it would be his wish that all of us be free to receive the sacred body and blood of Christ at it. Desmond was not only immersed in the liturgical prayer of the Church; he was also up at four in the morning each day to pray – to meditate, to contemplate and to intercede. In his intercessory work, he would engage in what his wife, Leah, called a “Cook’s Tour” around the whole world. In his prayer, the world was his parish, and surely that was appropriate for a holder of the Nobel Peace Prize.

So I give you, in memory of this holy and very human man, this humane leader, a threefold cord which we too can try to emulate: pursue justice, love kindness, and walk humbly with your God.

I conclude 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:



Desmond Mpilo Tutu

Born 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, T B survivor, visited unforgettably in hospital

by one Trevor Huddleston C R,

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.




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.


Edited from Rt Rev Michael Nuttal’s speech at Archibishop Tutu’s funeral, with his permission