jumping da broom

The hot African sun is rising over the horizon, the birds have been singing their welcome song to a new dawn[matatus blowing their horns] not in harmony, but a cacophony that I had gotten accustomed to.

The wind was blowing past the great trunks of the tall trees [Apartment blocks], some of the inhabitants were peeking out of their nest holes, some scurrying out to deposit the weeks unwanted materials, others running out to bring back snacks and food for the morning meal to feed their offspring or feed their mates and in some cases feed those who were there just for the night.

I looked back to see how we were where we were, it was culmination of visits, herding goats and cows from my boma [ read ATM ] and bearing other gifts.
The price had been given and the down payment made. These had been handed over into the hands of a not so approving clan, who had demanded more and it was only after a nod of approval from the owner of the garden where this flower grew, were the gifts accepted.

The shouts of joy, singing dancing and smiling faces were a sight to behold. All this in the name of acquiring that flower that grew in their garden, a flower that had drawn the attention of many and now belonged to me.

The deal was sealed and with a few words of wisdom I was now on my journey to be classified as a chooser[read husband].

I stood and looked at myself, like a majestic ostrich grooming himself on the African savannah, I of the black son of vulture, was well groomed and ready to bring home a bride.

..................................maybe continued

fragility of life

I apologise that this and my last post are in the doom and gloom. I lost a colleague not that I was that close to him or that we were great friends, but I wonder did he know Christ as his personal savior? and it made me realise that I never ask people this question. I ask do you know him ?

I know that this is a subject that is sufficient to drive most readers away from my posts, its a subject that most do not like hearing.

In my short life I have noted that mankind realises that there is a greater meaning to our existence. Mankind through the ages has had some belief in spirits or spirit.

If our own society has some hierarchy, should this not be the case in the spirit  world too. It would therefore mean there is an overall Spirit, and being a Christian I realise that this is God. The God who created the heavens and the earth.

We hold our fate in our hands and we therefore make the choice to accept Christ as our savior or refuse his invitation. The realisation that our life is not our own, but is meant to be lived to serve God and not man can be a little scary. Without Christ your life is your own, this however does not mean hat God will stop loving you.
You would only be acting like any other child rebelling against their parents, their love for you still stays, but being human they have their limits.

The choice to follow Christ has everything to do with faith. We learn from books and my christian faith is based on the bible. I believe that their is a continent Australia, I have not seen it and will probably never set a foot on it, but I know of someone who has been there. If that continent were to cease to exist today,  it would still be true I that I knew one person who had been to Australia and lived amongst my people in million years to come.

The many generations to come would still believe this truth because one of their ancestor had this interaction with one from Australia. In the same way there were many who met Christ and he said he was from God and is God and he performed many miracles in their day.

The bible is my reference to this historical fact. I may not have met him and may not know of a single person alive today who can testify to seeing him, I however know that one day I will see him again and I have life in abundance through him.

Will you make that choice too?