The Blessing of the Hollering Church Next Door

The angel of the Lord came the second time and touched him and said, Arise and eat, for the journey is too great for you. So he arose and ate and drank, and went in the strength of that food forty days and nights to Horeb, the mount of God.” 1 Kings 19

Moses told the people, Fear not; stand still (firm, confident, undismayed) and see the salvation of The LORD which He will work for you today. For the Egyptians you have seen today you shall never see again. The LORD will fight for you, and you shall hold your peace and remain at rest.” Exodus 14 AMP

538719997_0e94c9b29aThere are days that it seems like both Pharaoh and Jezebel are in hot pursuit of you, negating the work, Word and Might of God Almighty in your life: those closest to you as well as those who don’t really like you, have become pall bearers helping you carry your dream to the grave-yard, confirming that it is useless to believe anymore. “Accept the dream is dead…and bury it already before it begins to stink and becomes a health hazard to everyone around”, they seem to say. We’ve all been there sometime or other, with different conclusions to our individual stories. I am there this week. God seems late, again. I need your prayers.

Still, that’s not my story today – it’s about the church across my living room, kitchen and bedroom window: remember that one? The one that ‘humos‘ (Luo word for holler’s, yell’s, wail’s, etc) the Word and Worship day and night. I had a hard night yesterday, and hardly had the energy to get up. But I did, and was making my bed, seeking solace in the soft gentle worship on the radio – Hope fm – when they began the ‘DU-DU-UDU!’ of their keyboard and a sole worshiper began to thrill heaven and irritate the earth by hollering into the mic attached to heavy speakers that should be used in a Stadium not in a residential estate…and am standing there, raw, beaten, no energy to even get a little irritated…got a mop and began to clean the house using it partly as a crutch.

Anyway, God heard me and the lights in the estate went off…glorious silence for about 45 minutes then to my joy and elation, they came back. And then, DU-DU-DUUUUUUU….DU -DU-DUUUUU the singing continued. I continued moving around the house with the mop – and it was getting clean somehow. After a while, the singing let up and the preaching began…The words sifted through my troubled thoughts and began to fight them, and somehow I was not actually mopping the house, then did the dishes, then just tamed my house. I thank God for His word through the hollering church today. Pharaoh, Jezebel and the pall bearers will be sending out their cvs today-if they can survive the battle heaven has waged against them, as they are now jobless with regard to my life. Let me not lie, I am still reeling from their wounds…but I heard The Truth, and I have hauled my cross on my shoulders, joyfully, even though am slowed by the journey to the cross, grave…but am headed towards a resurrection, an ascension and towards watching earth from the view point of Heaven. I am, after all, more than a Conqueror in Christ Jesus! Thanking God for DU-DU-DUUUUU!!!! :D.SONY DSC


He is the image of the invisible God, the Firstborn of all creation.” Colossians 1:15Image

Colossians 1:15

My first born son Leroy and my niece Tracey are such joys to watch when in action. Let’s talk about Leroy, [I will tell you about Tracey when I get parental consent from my siblings], a few weeks ago he put up a post on his wall about it being Valentine’s Day, him being in red and really wishing he could buy his girlfriend chocolate, a white teddy bear with a red something or other, and etc…well one of his Aunties heard him and sent help to finance this quest. Turns out that the girl he was talking about was last seen or heard of about three years ago. We came up with this idea of a savings account for him, towards, well, giving a token to his future parents in law – if that is God’s plan for him. His Aunt also said he should spend some of the money on himself.

So last night he comes and ‘withdraws‘ a certain amount of cash mysteriously from Mami’s custody, and then this afternoon, I receive the most awesome text message in the world;

“I’m coming home from school. I have bought for you chocolate. I’m also coming with it…You are also the best Mami in the world and I love you…”

Am out hunting for colleges with his little sister and my niece. Oh, and we were a biggish group – we end up in hospital as my little nephew takes a dive for the ground at some point at the end of our errands and ends up with a huge bandana like bandage on his head – functional and non-cosmetic. We get home tired and traumatized, and Leroy who has been waiting there for us does something that helps me understand Colossians 1:15 in a new way. He has his hand behind his back and goes up to his little sister – and once he has her full attention [difficult job I tell you] he pulls out these set of brand new headphones and hands them over to her “This is for passing your exams. Congratulations Shuku”

I love the young man he has become!!! I jokingly commented to Shukri that I wish I had a brother like she does, who sometimes just lovingly figures out my need – and does something about it…but then again, I DO! And if Christ Jesus, The Firstborn over all Creation loves me even a bit like Leroy loves his little sister…Am safe, am loved more than I could ever require…turns out…that just like the chocolates were for me, it was the one thing she needed to make her day…seems I need to make another ‘withdrawal’ with instructions that it’s okay for him to get something for himself, every once in a while.

Something New, is Sometimes, Something God


The setting, The Royal Palace Hotel, in Bujumbura, Burundi. It was the last of about ten nights recently spent there working. I decided to join two new friends for dinner, as opposed to my usual lone room service. I had been feeling unwell, since before I traveled, and this night, I did not really feel up for a heavy meal, though I knew I would benefit from gentle but great company.

The waiters to come for our orders… I wanted a fruit salad with ice cream with a Smoothie comprising mostly avocado, with mango, pineapple and tree tomato. The waiter looked at me incredulously, then burst into laughter and told me, “Madam, we don’t have that here. It is not done.” It was my turn to be surprised. What did he mean? I had had the same or similar many, many, times before, at home in Nairobi. I barely stopped myself from losing my temper. The one thing about the hospitality in this place was that they were determined to make their clients at home. I also had developed a good relationship, based on honesty, with the staff particularly at the restaurant. So I knew he was not trying to ‘blow me off’ but was sharing his truth. The just did not… here.

So I patiently explained it to him, my two Australian dinner companions also stared at me, and one asked if I was serious about the order. I said that I was, and with my eefffy appetite, that is what my palate was able to take. It was not that time when the scripture demands that I eat for the comfort of my brethren, because I was certain that changing my order would have the effect in me, and all the staff and diners in that beautiful restaurant, of being the least loving thing I could do. I was really sick, and pushing down nausea.

Finally he left…and came back about 20 minutes later, after a lot of activity in the kitchen, some of which involved people peeping round the door and then rushing back in to try hide their mirth. He came bearing two glasses…one with Avocado Juice and the other, with the rest of the fruit I had asked for. I took it in my stride. I smilingly thanked him and asked him to bring me a third glass. BEAUTIFUL!

IMG_0979Life is like that, perhaps because God is like that. Difficult to predict, difficult to figure out…and sometimes the healing balm comes from being true to yourself – living truly for God – no matter who doesn’t believe what you are doing makes sense. I live for God – strongly – because He has taught my heart to fear missing out on every truly ‘God’ experience, by failing to fear and trust Him,  and living and being authentically what He bids me to be.

Just thought I should share…Have a glass of God – Life on Him 🙂

Let God set the itinerary and pace for your journey…you WILL NOT miss out!

“For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ.”
Galatians 1:10

When You Smile Down on Me, You lift my Smile up to Yours

“When You smile down on me, You Always cause my smile to rise up to You.

Your Smile breaks the walls I have placed around my heart, scars built up to remind me, that the world and I, we are not perfect, just excellent when You say we are…

Your smiles says to me, that even when the way seems impossible, You never once stray Your gaze nor Your Presence, I am not alone,
Your smiles says to me, that although I often doubt that I am pleasing you…and not just me…Your have all that covered and atoned for in Your Loving and scandalously Gracious acceptance of me…just as I am…

Your smile says to me, that I will not fail, because true victory as You define it, is something Your have worked for and have given to me, to walk into, even when it seems that I am constantly embattled,
That Your promise still stands even when I am not worthy.

Smile down on me Father, You know the deepest cry that Your smile will answer for me this day…
For Your smile…breaks down walls, makes ways where there are factually none, hides me from the storm ragging around me..

Makes me beautiful in Your Eyes.”
Vip, to my Love Eternal – The Darling of Heaven

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