Every soul has a face; a Chaplains dairy

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The face of a soul; a chaplain’s dairy!
I believe that the soul has a face, a face that knows no tribe neither culture, a face that is neither white nor chocolate neither black nor red; A face that is beautiful; a beauty beyond all expressions.
The face of every soul carries a smile along; the events of this life can carry a lot of pain and bring the heart into times of great grief and despair. At times the heart forgets love and the soul forgets peace, we are faced with challenges and then treated into a universal philosophical cliché, “Life is unfair.” Yet we forget that every soul has a face! A face that is able to radiate a lot of love and peace to its beholder.
I have just met my rest at the end of the day; tired I walk into the house. At last, I will get to have a great chat with my friend rest. I have waited for this time since morning; I wonder what this time with rest will be for me. The last time I remember taking a meal was… was it the ten o’clock tea that they brought when I was meeting these relatives of the patient who has been at the ICU for the last two weeks? The doctor called his condition, a cerebrovascular disease… (hope I did not miss on the spellings let alone the fact that I could not understand what this scary vocabulary meant)
At least I remember the look on the cadaver’s wife. I remember how she wept; I felt the pain with her as she screamed her pain out. The son to the departed man held the sister in his hands; he could not hold the tears anymore. He and the sisters sank into a harmony of pain; I now remember, this is what I took for ten o’clock tea. It wasn’t anything sumptuous, but all along, I had a great appetite for it, to share in their song of pain, to sink with them into the depths of this calamity and just hoping that at the end of the day, they can find their smiling souls back. I did my best; I only listened and held them; I shared in their pain and did my best to understand. And they accepted this mysterious gift of pain. Just at this time, reality walked into the room; and I left.
I left, in a smile; I met rest outside the conference room. And here he was ready to deliver a great message from my folks. I really wanted to hear how mum was doing, if my father had come back from the clan meeting held at Mbui Nzau. I wanted to hear if my brother had found his missing goats and one bull. I wanted to have lunch with rest and so I made an order for his choicest delicacy… then a knock at the door interrupted my moment of chat with rest! A man with a keenly focused eye on mine walked in and asked, “Pastor, can I have a moment with you.”? Sure, I answered, take a seat next to my friend, rest. “I need your full attention,” he replied, “Could your friend step outside for a while? It’s just for a short while.”
This man narrated to me how his daughter has travelled to many hospitals without success. He shared with me that he is a Christian, but life has been so unfair to him. Though he is a clinician himself, he understands that his daughter has wiry chances of making it through but he is all alone. He feels as if God has left them to struggle alone. His wife left him since the daughter was eight years of age. “It’s been nineteen lonely years Pastor,” He said, “and I have raised this child alone. I have been her father and mother. She is all I have left. And soon, she will be no more. I am fed up with God.” I wanted to help him to weep; I was almost breaking down with him! This old man has gone through a lot in this short life. I looked into his eyes and so how wrinkled the face of his soul looked… I wondered how I would make him more radiant again. I wondered what would bring back the smile on this face of his soul. For almost two hours, I spend listening to him empty his disappointments in life. Then we walked into the ward a made a prayer for the daughter together. This was the most rejuvenating experience for the day; she gave her life to Christ. This man had never imagined that his child would at any time give her life to God. He said that he always kept threatening her about hell and how it would be if she is not saved; but this time, in the sight of God’s love for her, she gave her heart to Him. It is at this that this man changes his perspective about God. And I looked again into his eyes, I saw the once wrinkled face of the soul now smiling and full of anticipation… it was time to leave; He had found his smiling soul so I left.
As I went past the theatre, I found a lad so troubled. In my estimation, he was in his early twenty’s. I moved close and requested to bother his troubled moments. I requested him to share his grief with me; He told me that His mother was in the theatre; she was going through a surgery. He said the name of the surgery was too hard for him to remember but he wrote it somewhere. I wanted so much to share God’s love for both Him and the mother and so I requested that we share a bench at the waiting area. He was ripe for harvest, in less than five minutes; he crossed over from death into life. I prayed with him and gave him my contacts. I realized that his pastor was a classmate with me in seminary; he was going to be a man that I would follow up easily, I thought to myself. I left the waiting area after a tête-à-tête with this lad and was convinced that God had put together a beautiful day for me through all this mysterious events.
As I walked out of the waiting bay, I realized that darkness was walking in and was running late for a bible study happening at the basement. I really wanted to hear God’s word, I needed to be refreshed. I went down to the basement and there were colleagues with great refreshing testimonies over how God has dealt with them through the week. I looked at them and all of them were filled with great hope. Probably they all had their own issues weighing them down but Gods love still stood out for them. It stood out for them on greater heights than the pain they felt. They were determined to focus on God regardless of the pains of life. I knew this was a team that I needed so much; what a refreshing time this was for me.
It was around eight in the evening when I left for my house. I felt drained and tired, but encouraged and very satisfied. I had no debt left for the day; I called my good friend and soon enough, there he was, ready to walk me home. Ready to share with me about the too much I wanted to know. On the way we bought some sukuma wiki, and half a piece of onion and a piece of meat cut into small piece just to make sure that we cook really fast and get to eat as we share.
Within no time, dinner is ready, and so we get to seat, and we pray. I serve a generous portion thinking to myself, did I even get to eat though the day? Do I remember if I got time to eat? Then as I sat down to fetch my first helping, and Rest starts to deliver his message from my people, the phone rings again! The lady we prayed for wants to talk to a pastor. I am the one on call; I will go see her; I may be her last hope for her to hear that God loves and cares about her… I will get to meet my friend later; my night for rest just became a day to someone else; and yes, I love what I do; I seek for the face of the soul, and point it to the source of its radiance. I seek for the broken soul and point it to a God who is able to fix its shape. I believe that the soul has a face, a face that knows no tribe neither culture, a face that is neither white nor chocolate neither black nor red; A face that is beautiful; a beauty beyond all expressions; a sight so wonderful for me.

…What of Defeat?

Of Defeat…

The defeated are those who never fail.
Defeat means that we lose a particular battle or war. Failure does not allow us to go
on fighting.
Defeat comes when we fail to get something we very much want. Failure does not
allow us to dream. Its motto is: “Expect nothing and you won’t be disappointed.”

Defeat ends when we launch into another battle. Failure has no end; it is a lifetime
choice.

Defeat is for those who, despite their fears, live with enthusiasm and faith.
Defeat is for the valiant. Only they will know the honor of losing and the joy of
winning.

I am not here to tell you that defeat is part of life; we all know that. Only the
defeated know Love. Because it is in the realm of Love that we fight our first battles—
and generally lose.

I am here to tell you that there are people who have never been defeated.
They are the ones who never fought.

They managed to avoid scars, humiliations, and feelings of helplessness, as well as
those moments when even warriors doubt the existence of God…they close their eyes to injustices, a rugged world, unkind relations, back-stabbing….they betray the truth. In the silence of the night, they fight their imaginary battles: their unrealized dreams,
the injustices to which they turned a blind eye, the moments of cowardice they managed to conceal from other people—but not from themselves—and the love that crossed their
path with a sparkle in its eyes, the love God had intended for them, but which they
lacked the courage to embrace.
And they promise themselves: “Tomorrow will be different.”

But tomorrow comes and the paralyzing question surfaces in their mind: “What if it
doesn’t work out?”
And so they do nothing.
Woe to those who were never beaten! They will never be winners in this life.

The Gate of The Year!

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year:

“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”

And he replied:

“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.” So I went forth, and finding the Hand of God, trod gladly into the night. And He led me towards the hills and the breaking of day in the lone East.”

 

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

BY
Rudyard Kipling

Let it be said of us

Awesome truth for all Christians; Matthew 5: 16

Courage to tremble

This is the third song/hymn that cousin Prabhu  taught us from among the songs they sing in his church in Livermore, California.

‘Let it be said of us’  by Steve Fry

Let it be said of us that the Lord was our passion,
That with gladness we bore every cross we were given;
That we fought the good fight, that we finished the course,
Knowing within us the power of the risen Lord

REFRAIN
Let the cross be our glory and the Lord be our song.
By mercy made holy, by the Spirit made strong.
Let the cross be our glory and the Lord be our song
‘Til the likeness of Jesus be through us made known.
Let the cross be our glory and the Lord be our song.

Let it be said of us: we were marked by forgiveness,
We were known by our love and delighted in meekness.

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Love: Past Eternity into Eternity!

Love is one greater than the universe put together; it is the breath that walks in and out of us wherever we may be found it is greatest than any pain we will ever go through! Love is forever; it is not today; its neither yesterday nor tomorrow; it is always, truly and honestly; They that find love find a truth beyond this world, they find a weapon greater than all the missiles and the hatred of the world’s vastness. Love does not look like truth; it is the truth, It does not look like a pleasant way, it is THE pleasant way, Love does not support a good life; It is the ideal life.
Those who have found love have a found one who walks past eternity into eternity

Forgive…

O Lord, remember not only the men and woman of good will, but also those of ill will. But do not remember all of the suffering they have inflicted upon us: Instead remember the fruits we have borne because of this suffering, our fellowship, our loyalty to one another, our humility, our courage, our generosity, the greatness of heart that has grown from this trouble. When our persecutors come to be judged by you, let all of these fruits that we have borne be their forgiveness…and help us lead a quiet but Loud life!

SECULAR WORSHIP; Part One

Will we walk into a depraved and a lost world with emblems of the lost world or the Cross of the Victorious Christ? Will we seek relevance to the world we preach to at the cost of Presenting The Crucified Christ and truly bring lost souls to the saving knowledge? Will we bow this low to the depravity of the human nature? Is Christ alone, Still the hope of our salvation, efficacious call and thence salvation?

Today, the church is still called the conscience of the society. Rightfully, the church appears to many as the only hope for a world that is shifting goals on morality and ethics. The church has managed through the years to keep a clear and sober vigilance in terms of absolutism and remaining the light of the world. Matt : 16

This seemingly seems to be drifting off the right track and men and women have interpreted Romans 12: 1 -2 (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. 2 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.) to suit their own agenda and embrace complacence compromise the truth of Gods truth.

Mortal men who have thought themselves as wise by their own standards have presented very awkward ways of presenting the truth that makes people wise unto salvation. The first estate have thought it of dire necesity to present a weak Christianity that will use the secular posters and emblems to trap their hearers in grace. We are treated to the thought that we will bring people to the knowledge of Christs’ saving grace by using the same thing that the youths and the rest of the secular world is treated to.

Paul understood that he will not win men to the presence of Gods’ love through his own wisdom.(1st Corinthians 2: 1, When I came to you, brothers, I did not come with eloquence or superior wisdom as I proclaimed to you the testimony about God. 2 For I resolved to know nothing while I was with you except Jesus Christ and him crucified. 3 I came to you in weakness and fear, and with much trembling. 4 My message and my preaching were not with wise and persuasive words, but with a demonstration of the Spirit’s power, 5 so that your faith might not rest on men’s wisdom, but on God’s power.)
 
God does not beg of us to persuade people into a shallow relationship that that is offering an alternative to the lost. God tells us that Christ is not just an option but THE way, THE truth and THE life. Jesus does not call this people to an alternative that the can try and probably find helpful. Bluntly, Jesus will not need the depravity in this world to assist Him bring men to His Knowledge. On the contrary, He bids us to lift up His name and he will draw men to Himself. (John 12: 32, And I, when I am lifted up from the earth, will draw all people to myself.)
We are now getting to another gospel that we need to sympathize and entice people through secular roles and emblems to bring men to Christ. The most important emblem that the lost soul need in their lives is actually the Cross of Christ and not nude women and romantic positions. Men will be drawn from their pits of destitute through The power of the Holy Spirit and shall come to know and love their savior with all their hearts.
 
We must no longer go to the world in emblems and logo’s of the world as Aliens in this land, We must walk into the depraved world with the emblem of the Cross held high and trust that the power of Christ. It is a carnal mind that still bears the thought that we should become like the world in order to win the world to God. We must present the Love of Christ to the lost souls and point them to their true hope and savior and forget the ways that lead us towards conformation and complacence. The thought that there is something that will bring people to the church so as to trap them to hear the real gospel is a naive thought that seeks justification at the cost of Christ alone who calls, saves and seals through His Holy Spirit for the day of redemption…
Jesus saves

THE POWER OF LOVE

We will always be proud of love,

proud of Love and not hate!

When all hate is taken away,

and we shall enter the gates of Love.

 

The gates of love opened to all,

Yesterday the gates opened,

and so we enter this gates today,

and live in happiness forever.

 

The silence of the heart can tell of love,

it is the power of the world,

the deliverance from all pains,

The nature of a Loving God.

 

Love is the gift and not the taker,

She is the silence and not the scream,

The Greatest sacrifice and gesture from God

Through Jesus Christ to a lost undeserving world.

 

Love is grace revealed,

Love is mercy unleashed,

Love is Christ on the Cross,

The power of Love is an empty tomb.

 

Benjamin kioko

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