Came to my rescue: Part 1
She quietly sat in the car, staring out the window as they sped down the highway. In her opinion, city drivers loved their accelerator pedals a tad bit too much. Anytime she rode in a car, she’d say her prayers. She wasn’t a Need for Speed kind of girl. Slow but sure won the race.Read more
Washing the mud off
I can only imagine what the onlookers thought during the healing of the man born blind in John Chapter 9.
“But Lord, that’s disgusting!â€
“Saliva mixed with mud. What kind of healing remedy is this?â€
“Did He not say this man was born blind so that the glory of the Lord may be seen? Ain’t no glory in getting a mud mask like that one!â€
To love is to be vulnerable
Vulnerability in friendships is like letting a new kid into the playground. The rest are apprehensive to play with them at first; this is their turf, how could they possibly let someone in?
The more they play together, the flaws of the playground are slowly revealed to the new child; the mere possibility of rejection is hard to contend with for the frequent kids.
For so long, the community of believers notion was something I was uncomfortable with, let alone confessing of sins to one another.Read more
May Peace Rule
Two World Wars down and threatening conflicts among men and nations; but nothing can wage war against the peace of God that is beyond all understanding. Peace is tranquility or quietness of spirit that transcends circumstances.
I tend to be a time conscious person, in fact almost bordering on paranoia. That is against the grain here in Kenya where the phrase “African timing†is carried out as norm; where the time set for a meeting is just theoretical as in actual sense, an hour or two later is when the meeting or event will actually start. I sometimes wonder why we embrace such a culture, but I vowed not to be a slave to it; out of both simple courtesy and personal discipline.Read more
THE UNVEILING
There are many cryptic poems out there; those which you have to reread many times to finally understand what’s going on. To be honest, I enjoy such pieces. Just not when it’s my own! :D
I wrote ‘Unveiling’ a while back and stumbled across it in my notebook the other day.
“Nairobi we have a problem! ...Sema kusoma mara tano!â€Read more
TYPEWRITER
It's been quite a while...Glad to be back! [Special thanks to C.Ej. for the constant reminders on what I needed to do here. Anajijua ;) ]
It's Revival Week at my church,Parklands Baptist, and we are going to Bethel! {Refer to Genesis 35:1-5}. Anyone who needs the sermon notes or summary, I'm a text/call/whatever way you'd like..away! Better still, you could join us at the services this week {ending 9th August 2015}...both physically or by live stream :)Read more
HUMAN SATISFACTION!
"I can't deny that I had to use real eyes to realize that I had an (eye/I) problem.
Until I visited the (eye/I) doctor,
and he told me that I needed to cross out my me's,
to cross out my I's,
and that I'd never be able to see life ,
until I see life cross-eyed... Â
 I mean CROSS-eyed,
He changed the way I see."
The profound statement above sounds so much better said than typed! :D
It is by Ezekiel Azonwu {who is among my favorite spoken word artists}, in this piece that I highly suggest you watch! :)Â Ezekiel Azonwu- Identity Crisis of a misfit
It is a clear depiction of what the Healer has been doing to me for the past weeks. On that note, I'm sorry for my hiatus, though I really think it was healing time. More of hill-ing time, because I had to descend the ME-mountain. A painful but necessary journey.Read more
Scarlet
The Bible often refers to the heart, and it symbolizes our emotions, our intellect, and our will. So, why is this something so important that we guard it? I wrote a little poetic story on the same a while back as we did the anatomy of the heart in my medicine school class a few months ago, as God slowly unfolded to me the importance of guarding my heart and reminding me of the scarlet blood that day...
SCARLET
My heart beats for you,
he said it in such grace
These beautiful words at perfect pace,
except they weren't from the Maker.
My eyes plastered on his face
such immaculate features with no foreign fissures.
No scars from a fight,
because, *really?* He either drives a car or takes a flight.
No contact with these ragamuffins whose cry is for daily muffins,
Oh no! he is of royal blood, all his steps carefully were guarded.
Yet I guard not my heart in vigilance,
my spring of life now flows for him
down the mystery valley of touch and pleasure
under his beating heart pressure.
Each beat is my command,
and I extend favors to him
yet he flexes his pride to his boys
how he found a new prize, a new toy.
I believed it was true that he loved me
thought of all the sweet words that adorned me
His utterances raised my esteem
as I believed I was his queen.
Forgetting that I was raised in Christ
Bought at a price worth more than bride price
Like my solid ring of gold is His love endure
No beginning no end yet I wasn't mature,
I compromised.
My valves let it through,
even when I was to relax I thought of you.
My walls chose to cave in
My insecurities gushing to you
You circulated them in my system
You reminded me about each of them
At every obstruction we met
you looked for another route
Rather than the root and their course
Their cause was your myogenicity
You seemed to have unlimited power
Such strength was surreal.
So I believed you'd help at the golden hour
Yet when the clock struck and I caved in
Lost myself and I gave in
You picked up pace
Continued being vague
All you said was that you were sympathetic of the fight I was going through
of whether to give in to your plans
and rather autonomous demands.
So my heart was now in your hands
bounded by lyric bands.
I was like an open book
and you read every part of me
My grace was stripped off me literally
As my gracilis moved laterally
Into my crevices you peeped
seeing the collected filth
Years and years of title deposits
in this library of acts.
Acts so insane
His name we did profane.
But how is it really,
that His love remained the same?
None of the pharisees were present here
For if they were they would have stoned me
Had it not been for the Rock
who raised the important question
Let He who has not sinned be the first to cast.
This act of ours with actors too many
So ready to adorn the closing-act white costumes
yet our hearts lust does consume
Our insides bleed from the impact of the pain
that searing pain. Aaaaargh!
So I cry out! Be it in pleasure or in pressure
why does pain bring so much pleasure
But I tingle a bit...start shaking too
at the intensity of this scene
the gravity of my sin.
I can't bend because I have soiled the ground
too conspicuous not to be found...
Cut! said the director
The scene is over
A blank screen as white as snow
"As for the scar, let it heal
As did, my SCARLET on that hill."
TRANSFORMERS
Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God--this is your spiritual act of worship.Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will. Â ~Romans 12:1-2
