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My Accident… My Lessons

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imagesThe date is 5th September. I am driving a long Nairobi Nakuru Highway. Am am almost at the Gilgil weigh bridge. I am anticipating traffic. There is almost always traffic here. It is getting to 9am. The highway is not so busy though. But then again, it is a Tuesday, it is not those days everyone is rushing to the village or rushing back to the CBD to live yet another week of the activities of 5am to 8pm in a bid to put bread on the table. Besides the usual once in a while crazy trucks speeding past, it is slow. I am the last in a queue of about five vehicles. 60KPH is my speed. Then suddenly, the slow night gets crazy as a speeding truck hits my car, at the rear, near the wheel. My wheel goes poof, I swerve into the truck, minimal impact, I was driving slowly anyway, but the impact still sends me off the road, I loose balance, try to steady the car, I veer across the road, finally when I could remember where my breaks were I stop the car. Breathe in and Out. I shout, everyone Ok? Passenger 1 next to me, yes; Passenger 2 at the back, yes. We are all good. The truck is long gone. I can only see the tail lights vanishing into the darkness. I exit the car, check the impact, one totally damaged wheel, and one flat tyre (reparablle. It lost the valve during the impact). We are going nowhere. The rule of the road says only one spare tyre. I have damaged 2. What to do? I Call my brother. He gives instructions. Call my husband, this calms me a bit. Now I can get into action. Passenger 1 gets help from her brothers. My brother assists me in getting the cops. Cops come and confirm accident, record damage. I call the insurance guy and he instructs me on what I need to do. No intervention to the damages if possible he says. And get police abstract. The brothers take the flat tyre for repair (We need to get out of these woods), someone (the only driver who stopped to see what kind of help we probably needed) said there were rhinos around. The tyre is repaired and we fix them. We test the car. It is still going nowhere. The damaged rear axle is making the car skid. We need to tow the car. The brothers assist us in getting tow services. Finally, the car, my two passengers and I are brought to Nairobi aboard the tow truck. Its 3am. We arrive in Nairobi. We drop the car at the insurance inspection centre. Some guards on patrol offer us a ride (paid) to Passenger 1s home. We dropped Passenger 2 in Kinoo. They can’t drop me home they need to get to work. Its 5am though so I get dropped off at a bus stop. I take a matatu home. Its 6am. I finally get home. Safe. Tired but safe. Glory be to God. I need to get back to the police station to collect the abstract, but first I need some sleep.

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This could be a story of any accident victim on our roads. The stories change from person to person. The essence of this is not for the story itself but my lessons from my long night.

 

  1. Strive to be good Samaritans: – I know that our roads have rogues and cons and helping a stranded motorist, especially at night, is unimaginable. I don’t even know if I can stop to assist a stranded motorist or passenger now, especially in those places that chain messages always point out. But I know that there are good Samaritans out there. The truck driver who saw us by the road side and stopped, I don’t know him, but he stopped. It’s just that what we needed was beyond him. There are those who saw us veering off the road, crossing the road and stopping. They drove on. I don’t blame them. I probably would have done the same. I pray that the scary stories of cons will not deter us from doing good when those one in a million instances comes.
  2. Kindness abounds: – The two gentlemen who helped us that night, I owe them a lot. The insurance guy stayed awake with us. He picked my calls even at 4am. I pick my calls very selectively after 6pm. But he did. He did not owe me anything. His job did not require him to do that. But out of the goodness of his heart he did it. I cannot pay them back the kindness. At least not to them. Maybe someone else will benefit in the payback. May we strive to be kind.
  3. God watches over His children: – I drove to wherever I was going alone. But on my way back I had two passengers. I had company that night. I was not alone. It is because of them that the car could be repaired. It is because of them I could brave the night with the imaginary rhinos. It is because of them that I was probably brave to keep acting. I did not have control of many things that night, but God brought made sure we were safe. A lot could have happened (the mind gets creative here), but God was in control
  4. Always have a backup phone:- There are many things that are put in survival manuals. Matchboxes, pocket knives, blankets, flashlight, flares among others. Add to that list a backup phone. A phone that can take night pictures, even bad ones, but has good battery life. Smart phones die very fast. Mine had died an hour earlier. A mid the confusion I had forgotten about it, but it came in handy.
  5. Forget the incident, remember the lessons: – It is traumatizing to go through some stuff. Especially ones that allow your mind to wander. Get traumatized. Cry. Scream. Get frustrated. Yell at someone. Sigh. But after all the emotions, let your mind derive lessons from the experiences that are life. In the long run, life is a series of events. What hurts is the stories we attach to those events. Hurt a bit, but learn from the events. And let those events make you a braver happier person. Find a reason to be thankful. There are always reasons to be grateful. May it rain, we cannot stop that from happening, but may we never forget to sing and dance in the rain.
  6. If tomorrow Never Comes:- We all have heard of the best regrets one makes on their death bed. You forget to live when you are alive. You forget to live because someone hurt you five years ago. You forget to live because you are afraid of the consequences of your decisions today. You forget to live because you are afraid of what people say. You just survive, because you are living fear. You have one life. Live it well. Live it in the best possible way you know how. Live it to fulfill the person you  are. Live it to the purpose you were created. discover that purpose and live life. If tomorrow never comes, then there will be no regrets because you lived to the best of your capacity, you did the best you could in what was entitled to you, you lived a purposeful life, but more so you were happy and you were not afraid.
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#WeAreOne…

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I cry about many things well, shhhh! Not many people know about that. But yes, I am very weepy. I cry when I am hurt, I cry when I am happy, I cry when am disappointed, I cry when I am in trouble, the kind of trouble that you don’t know how to get out, I cry when I am hopeless, I cry for and with my friends when they are in pain, I cry when I want to be strong, I cry when I read an emotional book, I cry when I watch emotional movies, like The diary of a tired black woman or Olympus has fallen, or Independence day, don’t ask me what is so emotional about it, anyhow that’s me.

The last four days in this country has been one long movie, and yeah, movies are overrated. Its nothing close to the real deal. Not because I was in there, but because in my tears I have always identified with the characters in my books, movies, life and people I have encountered. And the last four days has been very weepy indeed. I wept not because of the victims, God knows I prayed for them in my little ways but because of the kindness I have witnessed from that very first day. I saw people run in to try save people whose names they did not so much care about, run out of that building with children whose parents would be sorted later, drivers ferry unknown people to hospitals, people donate food and drinks to the rescue teams and energy drinks to blood donors and most overwhelmingly, people donate pints and pints of blood and give a shilling or two, a thousand or five, just to save another Kenya, just to be with another Kenyan in a moment of suffering.

For the first time in a very long time, we have been one, we have been Kenyans, not divided by race or tribe or political affiliations and associations but united by adversity, where all we needed to rise against was a monster called the terrorist.  This made true the sayng we often read that in every desert of sorrow there is an oasis of love and that behind every trial and sorrow that He makes us shoulder, God has a reason (Khaled Hosseini, A thousand Splendid Sins). We have all witnessed pure love in action. Kenyans being a shoulder to fellow Kenyans.

My biggest lesson from this is, Kenyans are kind people who love each other.I still remember even during the Haiti Quake Kenyans managed to collect something to donate to that nation. I also know without a doubt that we are a united nation. This has been evidenced by the many times we have united in various activities, both humanitarian and leisure, read Kenyans for Kenya,  Rugby Sevens, Athletic Championships, Marathons and runs. We have always had one common enemy who saws seeds of discord, someone called the politician. Maybe it is time we rethink about the politician,  and give him less significant post that he has been taking in our lives, because as Mahatma Gandhi once said, If you change yourself you will change your world. If you change how you think then you will change how you feel and what actions you take. And so the world around you will change.  We have managed to unite and build each other anyway with a minimal role from the politician(Am not against good leadership fostering unity, am against divisive politics). Further,  Gandhi says that we cannot be hurt by others wothout our permission. Read, we allow him, politician, to divide us.  It is also said that there is calm in the eyes of a storm. I don’t know what the victims of this Westgate incident went through each day, I may only imagine from the clips that the media have shown. But all that I know is, people prayed for them, people sacrificed something to share in this moment, people tried and are still trying to show solidarity with them and in this, no matter how hard they were hit, they were and still are being consoled by the fact that they are not alone. They get some sort of footing on the shaky ground knowing that someone is travelling this road with them. At least I hope and pray that it is a consolation…

To all of us affected directly or indirectly, let us weep because as Shakespeare once said, to weep is to make less the grief, but let us not cloud ourselves in so much sorrow we forget the smile of the friend, relative, neighbor and fried, known or unknown to us, smiling down on us saing, joy comes in the morning. To all of us who go through trials every day, who weep in loneliness from the hurt that we think no one understands, may we derive consolation in knowing that we are not alone, that in that storm that we go through everyday, someone somewhere known or unknown to us, is sharing in the pain, is praying, is travelling that stormy path with us and if we look close enough, if we focus in the eye instead of the storm we will realize that these people are not very far from us. They are here, as one, because we, as a humanity will always be one! We are a community of brotherhood… And sisterhood for that matter…

We are one,we if only we can remember that…

A letter to my unborn child…

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Dear Child,

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I am writing this, hoping that someday, when you are old enough, you will read and you will derive meaning from all that is herein. I also hope that someday you will understand that I love you so much. I loved you even before I conceived you, I loved you even before I met your father, I fell in love with you since I was  a child myself, and since then I have waned to hold you in my arms.

This was made more resound by the unconditional love i felt when I first met your cousin, Derick. You will love him when you meet him, well I hope and pray you will be friends. I really wanted you then.

I have looked forward to the day I would awake to the realization of your presence in my womb. I have waited for the day I will start listening to your heart beat, uniquely you. I have waited for that first movement inside of me, every anticipation, a milestone, an appreciation of God’s miracle of life.

I dread your birth, but I know God who ordains life, and deems it fit that children come to this world through child birth will see me through it, but I would love to hold you in my arms for the first time, look at your innocent face, your closed eyes, your first cry, your first suckle of a taste of human food, your first smile, that first time when you will close your fist and hold my hand, that knowing look that,” you are my mother and in your arms I am not afraid,” that tender touch from your soft palm, the trust in your eyes, the belief in me, on every word that I will tell you, knowing that mummy is right, that first giggle, that first hug, the crawl and the first baby step, that baby language that paves way to the word mama or baba whichever word that you will utter first will be music to my ears;

I want to watch you grow, to experience you milestones in life with you.  want to teach you the values I learnt from my own mother. I want to teach you the faith she introduced me to, a faith that has shaped many decisions in my life. I want to teach you purity as a virtue, I want to teach you self respect as a value, I want to teach you the essence of love and how everything else that is good radiates from it, I want to teach you the importance of trust, and the fulfillment of hard work, especially when that which you are working hard at brings you so much joy, I want to teach you the whys of living well with people, regardless f their origin, background and who they are, they too are God’s creation. I am not a great reader of the bible, but I pray that your father will teach you the importance of reading the Holy book. I know that he will teach you the great lessons that you can derive therein, I know he will derive joy in watching you grow to be the very best of yourself, I know he will teach you all you need to know about great men, him being great too in his own capacity. He will teach you how to accept mistakes when you have made some, and the importance of never staying down when you fall. He will teach you courage, to face this life and survival on your own, in case anything ever happened to us… We all die you know. He will teach you never to say die, never to give up, never to let go of that which you know will bring you happiness, but more so, he will teach you the essence of being happy, whatever the boat you are riding on at that point in time, or the storms that are rocking that boat…

I dream many things for you, but more so, I pray that you will have your own dreams and you will work hard to achieve all of them. Dream big, aim for the farthest star that your curriculum will ever teach you and somehow, ensure your aim is always there. The best thing is you may land on it, the next best thins is you will land somewhere close, but the worst would be not taking off whatsoever. I pray that your father and I will live long enough to see those dreams realized, and also be strong enough to support you all through.  We pray too that someday you will have a family of your own, and you will teach them all the important things that we will teach you but more so, you will  teach them the lessons from your own experiences.

Finally, I pray that you will desire more than anything, heaven, that when your life is done here on earth, you will have your assets in heaven Desire that, and the God you ordained your life, will curve out a path for you, that will take you there. I pray that you will discern the purpose designed for you by God in this world and live that purpose. In that purpose, you will realize his abundant love for you. That’s a heavenly feeling…

I wish you a heaven both on earth and in heaven…

With so much love,

Mummy!

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Article 21:- When the Voice of the Church makes no sense…

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A long time ago when Christian Religious Education was a subject in primary and high schools in Kenya, I am not sure it still is, I was taught that a church is defined in three ways; The building where people go to worship; A gathering of people who worship God and; The heart of an individual human being. It is in those days that I learnt that the church, in all the definitions given above was Holy. They are all in a way related in that we must first make our hearts a church before we have graces to gather as a Christian community and then in togetherness erect a building we can congregate. Even the staunchest opponents of sacred things, of sacred space in this case, accept the Christian community needs a place to meet, and on that basis they define the purpose of a church building in a non-sacral, strictly functional sense. Church buildings, they say, make it possible for people to get together for the liturgy. A fourth definition that I may add is the Authority of the church through its instituted leadership where all teaching comes from.

Ever since time immemorial, the teachings of the Universal church have been a source of moral authority. Some have followed the teachings sacredly, others fanatically, others without conviction, others just because you end up right either way. The church has always been a place of solace, a sign of peace and tranquility. It has always signified togetherness. It is that place we believe when we go to all our problems get solved whether immediately or with time is not of essence. It is secure. It is problem free. It is where we get taught what is right. The only problem is, we are not forced to do what is right we choose to do right. So the call that lest we forget, is ours to make sure we implement. The church, that is our hearts, has become a slave of worldly excitement. Popularism, a major component of secularism reigns in us. We are so careless we don’t care what the actual implications of our actions are.

Three weeks ago I attended a mass celebrated by John Cardinal Njue, his message, “lest we forget” what happened in 2007/2008. The consecutive masses both weekday and Sunday ones have preached the same thing. It took me down memory lane, reminding me of a movie I watched on “The Chatres”,where battles were being fought in church; it reminded me of the horrors of Rwanda where thousands of people were murdered in churches; it reminded me of our own stories where several people were burnt to death in a church during the post election violence; it reminded me of the several bombings that have happened in our churches; it reminded me of the fact that every day I go to church I must pass through a hand scanner to ensure I am not carrying anything that can bring harm to those I am going to worship with.

We all want peace, but how do we achieve it? We know how to defend our borders and our liberties, but how do we build the peace? Catholic social teaching proclaims that we are our brothers’ and sisters’ keepers, wherever they live.  We are one human family, whatever our national, racial, ethnic, economic, and ideological differences.  Solidarity means that “loving our neighbor” has global dimensions in an interdependent world. It promotes peace as a positive, action-oriented concept.  In the words of Pope John Paul II, “Peace is not just the absence of war.  It involves mutual respect and confidence between peoples and nations.  It involves collaboration and binding agreements.”

We are going to the polls in a day now. Tension is up, but we believe we shall vote peacefully. There have been a million and one peaceful campaigns rallies and prayers, yet still that fear lies within the hearts of many Kenyans. Yet, our own church has taught that we should love. Wouldn’t there be peace if we loved enough. Of course there would be. So what goes wrong? Hasn’t the church taught us to bear with one another? Then why are we at each other’s throats? Hasn’t the church taught us that we are a community of brotherhood? Then why are we regarding others from certain regions and others from the other? Why are we voting how we are voting? Why are we different when we are called to be the same? Is it that the voice of the church is not loud enough or there comes a time when it makes no sense? Isn’t the church called to demonstrate love? Then why are we so in fear of the others activities that our churches must be guarded and we must be searched for destructive weapon? What went wrong? Isn’t the church churchy anymore? Leave alone the building, what about our hearts? What happened to the teachings? Why are we profaning that which is Holy? The statistics in our country shows that 60% of the Kenyan population is Christian. What goes wrong? What went wrong? Is it that the political force is stronger than that which binds us in this community of brotherhood? Or is our ethnic brotherhood stronger? There are teachings on characteristics of a good leader, for instance, those who recognizes the value in other people, so continually invests in others, uses their influence for the good of others, has above average character i.e cannot be questioned, is visionary, and remains accessible and accountable to others. Are we really going to vote for that? Or is the political euphoria of “two horse race “too strong to compete with?

It is my prayer that this significant fraction will stand out and declare that we have profaned the church long enough and in the least, during our elections stand out and in them, the name of the church, as it was defined earlier, and the attributes with which we viewed it and the significance of it in our lives will be restored. Otherwise my fallacy that during political highs, the voice of the church really makes no sense will stand unchallenged. It isn’t too late to kick the mob mentality. We can follow our hearts, we can enact the teachings, it’s possible…

My daily Miracle…

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As long as we can remember, since we could read fairy tales or listen to them as they were read to us, deep inside our hearts we long for happily ever afters. But as we grow up we realize that it is a bit more complex than that and the handsome prince who usually comes to sweep us off our feet sometimes takes too long, or when they come, they are either not handsome enough, or do not sweep us off our feet as we envisioned or they disappoint and the story of our lives end with an anticlimax…

In the same way, every girl (because I know about us) has a fairy tale that she nurture deep in her heart about the man she would want to be dating. She knows who perfects her, who brings out the best in her and makes up for the worst in her. The “perfect”man may not necessarily be the one who drives the biggest hottest car, though to some extent that has compromised the magic of it…but that who will understand and treasure her, as a woman, as his woman… Its amazing the things she does to ensure that just by any chance they encounter each other on he street… from dressing to rehearsing her first lines, to the first date, to how he should propose…Blame it on the mind of the woman being a complex system where everything in that system must work, must fall in place…

I didn’t have all that in my head. I just knew that i wanted to one day meet a man who will see the sadness in my eyes and in his own little ways make it go away.

I did meet him, in my tender years in college. I did not want to have a complex campus life, neither was my heart ready, so i told him no. For some reason, years later, he came back. And I was ready, and it has never been the same…

Not in the bad way, but life has been easier, not because he had everything, but because he was himself, and he shared himself with me. He was patient, and waited for when I could totally smile with my heart and love him completely. He was everything I dreamt of in a man, a man to love me as a woman. He loves me with everything he has, he treasures me as a woman, he supports me, and is my strength at my weakest. He treats me right, and he makes life seem easy. Every difficulty can be smiled about, every challenge can be faced with a smile, every step can be taken happily, and all he ever desires is happiness. He want to live a happy life. He demands for so little in return and would go extra many miles just to make sure I pursue that which makes me happy, that next dream and he cheers me along during the race, and when I cross the finish line, he understands that the means were not easy and he celebrates a hundred fold with me. He prays with and for me. I think he prays for me more that I pray for myself. He teaches me the aspects of Catholicism  that I don’t know. He Protects my world, he cries with me, he laughs with me,he nurtures my virtues and believes in me, He makes me know that making a mistake is not the end of the world, make the mistake the world is the end, e is not perfect, well neither m I, but in our own ways we perfect each other, we have our bad days, but we find our way through them, we create the best of every situation and keeps making a step in the direction we believe is right for us, He calls and we talk forever, about anything and everything, he cherishes my love for me, never taking me for granted … Well lets just say, HE REALLY LOVES ME.

I do not know about tomorrow, I do not know if my story will end with happily ever after, all I know is today, I am loved, not for who I ought to be but for who I am. And today is all I have to love back in return. He is my daily miracle, a reflection of God’s special love for me. And if I die before I wake, or if the winds of fortune changes tomorrow, then I will forever be grateful that at one moment in time, I loved, and I was loved back. I found love. Love found me. I don’t know if I am worth all this or if am worth him, all that I know is God counted me worthy of Him. He blessed me with him, and he keeps blessing me with him. He reminds me of God’s mercy and love for mankind. Did my sadness go away? Your guess is right…Yes it did…

If you we ever doubt love, we doubt our very existence because we are the products of God’s love, our being is nurtured by God’s love, and on a human context we are products of love. My encouragement is, we should not doubt love, whether we have been hurt by it or because of it, whether we have been disappointed by those we love, whether we have meed made feel less of ho we are because of loving, or any other negative emotion that we may harbor towards it, it hurts because it exists and because it is true and because we believe it in our hurts and because we know that it is real, because we are wired naturally to love and to be loved. May we never lose hope on it because if we do then we loose ourselves. We are called to believe again and again and again…

For my fiance… You are my daily miracle, and I will forever be thankful to God for you!

Article 16: Untimely Death, …

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People die every day, every hour, every minute and every second. In fact, the world statistics show that on average, 150,000 people die every day translating to 1.78 deaths per second, 107 deaths per minute and 6390 deaths per hour. There is a Kiswahili saying that “kifo ni lazima, kuishi ni bahati”. It can be translated to some old saying that says “There are only two things you can count on in life: death and taxes.” Everyone experiences death. Death and dying are an inevitable part of human life.

According ti Wikipedia, death is the cessation or permanent termination of all biological functions that sustain a living organism. Phenomena which commonly bring about death include old age, predation, malnitrition, disease, suicide, murder, abortion, euthanasia, accidents or trauma resulting in terminal injury. All known organisms inevitably experience death. Other definitions for death focus on the character of cessation of something. In this context “death” describes merely the state where something has ceased, for example, life. Thus, the definition of “life” simultaneously defines death.

We are all well aware of this fact, yet every time, it catches us unawares. No death has been mentioned as timely, even that which comes from old age. We never really seem to anticipate it, neither do we prepare for it. We just die, or couch death each second of our entire lives. The author of truth about death website explains that, the truth of the matter is, most people do not welcome the peaceful rest of the grave. They would rather be alive and productive. After all, the death rate is still one per person. Each of us at the appointed time will face the grim reality of death. But the reality of death, according to us is that it should be avoided at all costs. Death is the worst thing to ever happen in all of existence. According to Samuele Bacchiocchi, death brings an unacceptable, sudden interruption to one’s work, plans, and relationships. It is a subject that touches the life of every man and woman, uniting the entire human race under a cloud of inevitable mortality. The rich and the poor alike meet the same end; the black and the white both go to the grave; the powerful and the humble all leave this planet eventually. Well, if I may borrow the tusker beer saying, it makes us equal.

Death can be traced back to the beginning of humanity, actually the beginning of sin. And the LORD God commanded the man, saying, ‘Of every tree of the garden you may freely eat; but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat, for in the day that you eat of it you shall surely die.’” The instruction was plain. Eating from the forbidden tree would result in death. Death did not exist at that time, and would not have ever existed on earth if the man and woman had obeyed this simple command. But either way, eventually, man ate the fruit, and he “must surely die”. He, man and woman, eventually had children, and every person ever born is ultimately descended from this original pair. Everyone born since that time has been subject to death. This sad tale has affected everyone who has ever lived. Through no fault of our own, we were born into a world that is separated from the God who created it, and as such we all must face the day we must eventually die. We must ask ourselves why the penalty for this small infraction was so severe. The answer is simple. The Bible is clear that God “alone has immortality” and that “the gift of God is eternal life” ( iTimothy 6:16; Romans 6:23). So immortality can only exist through a connection with God. If that connection is severed, immortality ceases and death ensues. The Bible uses the word “sin” to describe this separation from God; though it is used to label specific actions that are contrary to God’s will, such as adultery and murder, God sees sin as a much bigger problem because it severs His children from Himself and makes them subject to death. Sin is a state of being apart from God. Therefore, even a small act of rebellion separates the sinner from God and results in death.

But there is hope! According to the truth about death website, the same God who made mankind “in His own image” cares too much to allow us to die in despair (Genesis 1:27). Through Jesus Christ, we have the hope of immortality restored to us. Jesus said, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me,” and also, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live” (John 14:6; John 11:25). He also instructed people that, “Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also” (John 14:1-3). So yes, most Christians do believe in life after death. The debate of what happens between when we die and the second coming of the Messiah so that He may take us to His mansions as  aforepromised, is another debate, however we believe that our ultimate goals as Christians is to live with Him, so that where He is we may be too.

Why I am writing this is because, today, two of Kenya’s Government officials died, the internal security minister, his assistant, their body guards and their pilots for the day crushed to death in a police helicopter and were burnt beyond recognition. A few minutes, they may have been talking to the members of the families, the next they were gone, leaving the country shocked and in total grief. Their untimely death! It reminded me that no one is promised tomorrow. The only thing we can count on is today, this day, this minute, this second. We are actually not sure of the next second. It is only this one that I am living now that counts. We are assured of death for a fact as  my former catechist used to sing, that we shall surely die, and we cannot prevent ourselves from this fact, the only questions we can ask ourselves is, how will death find me? What am I doing with my now to make it count?

We are called to be Christians, we are called to be Christ-like, and we are called to be perfect just like Christ was. Every day is a constant journey towards perfection. Yet we are not perfect ourselves, but we perfect each other in day to day living and we are constantly being perfected by Christ. We are called to reach out to people as Christ did, in love. We are called to live the truth as Christ did, in word and deed, where we believe what we read from the Holy Scripture and we practice what we believe. We are called to stand up for that truth even if it means death like that of Christ or the martyrs who died after him. We are called to love one another just like Christ loved us, the true selfless, self giving humble love, where the lower you go, the more love is manifest. We are called to literally live the words of Mathew 25:35-36, “For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me,” because “whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me” says verse 40 of the same chapter. We are called to fulfill the temporary assignment we are assigned the moment we were created because before we were born we were consecrated.

Today we live in a death-denying culture. People live as if death did not exist. May we from the day to day activities of this world learn to appreciate that life is not permanent, that all is vanity, and in learning this, we may cultivate that which really counts, that life is a temporary assignment, that in doing this temporary assignment we glorify God, and in Glorifying Him, may He in that moment we stand before Him, not be ashamed of us, and then our death will never be untimely. It will be TIMELY; we will have concluded our assignment. But more so, may God grant us graces to recognize that assignment.

Article 8 – Am blessed, I am Lucky.

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Today, on the 28th day of the 8th month, of 2011 was my 28th birthday.

Thansk be to God, for being my constant companion through out my life…

They always say that happiness is your own initiative. Today, I did not want to wait for someone to make my day. I wanted to make someone smile from my presence. In doing this, I hoped to make someone smile too and share in this special day. With this in mind, I changed my plans to attend mass at Basilica, my usual sunday mass hub, and went to St. Thomas Aquinas major Seminary to celebrate mass with my Childhood friends who are on on their journey to priesthood. It was a lovely mass and the celebrant insisted on these four points,

  • Humility.
  • Persistence and Consistence.
  • Being spontaneous, yourself rather than what others wnat you to be.
  • Having conviction.

The biggest surprise of the day was yet to come, my brother Richard, organised a group of Pro-lifers to surprise me at my house. That was a new one for me. Thanks Richard, Eric, Agatha and Boniface for making my day count… (Off the record, he even cooked…)

After that we went to visit my baby darling girl, Lorna’s daughteer, Meg, She turned one. It was very nice to see her all grown up …

Today was not meant to be my day, though it ended up being, today I wanted to text everyone who has made my life worth living, who has hugged me, when I desperately needed a hug, who has loved me, when I did not think I was worth loving, who have laughed with me, when I shared even a foolish joke, who has cried with me, and did foolish things with me, who has held my hand when I fell, who has believed in me when I did not believe in myself, who has called me just to say, Judy, I was just checking on you, who has shared my dreams and believed in them when they are bright and beautiful and foolish and unworthy, who has cleared the paths when it was too shrubby, and lit them when they were too dark, who were never embarrassed when I was myself, who have come through for me when i did not see a way forward, who became my brother, my sister, my friend, my love, my daughter, my sons, and even grand daughters and great ones too, those who, by my small times we spend together, they have been inspired, they have looked at life differently, they have learnt from their experiences and mine as well, who by watching them grow, my heart  glows with admiration and pride, with a silent voice I say, go, go, u can do it, who by my touching their lives, they have touched my own…

They say when you are born, parents give you wings and the derive joy in watching you fly. Today I fly and soar high and for this reason, I raise my glass, and say in thanks giving, to all who have been my light, strength, a refuge perching tree, stars in the dark sky, and moon when the sun went down, the oasis of love in the desert, the tranquility in the stormy journeys, the light at the end of the tunnel… Cheers, to my 28th Birthday…

I am because you are and since you are I am ( Prof. J.S. Mbithti)

Thank you for that and much more…

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