May 20th: What You Stole From Me!

One day is like a thousand years to the Lord
So much can happen within a day
24hrs is all it takes for your life to be turned upside down
24hrs is all God needs to teach you a lifetime lesson
Saturday May 20th 1995

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Roses & Thorns!

Posted: November 5, 2014 in Thoughts of a Broken Vessel
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Life has lain me on a bed of roses & thorns,
One minute it’s warm and cosy,
Sweet smelling and soft to the touch,

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A Christians’ Response to Kanyari’s Expose’

Wow! I haven’t been here for almost two years. I missed this. Anyway, what brings me here today is a rather sad affair. If you live in Kenya and own a TV set or a mobile device, you probably are familiar with what I’m talking about.

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Wow! It’s been quite awhile since I blogged. Hope this means I’m back.


I got this book as a gift from a good friend around two years ago. Each time I wanted to read it, I’d find a reason not to and pick something else. Recently, I finally got down to it and trust me, it was worth every flip.

Radical by David Platt is a call to rise up from our comfort zones and dive in to the deep waters. As he says in one section,

‘I could not help but think that somewhere along the way we had missed what is radical about our faith and replaced it with what is comfortable.’

James Truslow Adams is the man credited with coining the phrase ‘American Dream’ back in 1931. He spoke of it as a;

“….dream in which each man and woman shall be able to attain to the fullest stature of which they are innately capable, and be recognised by others for what they are (self-glorification).”

The dangerous assumption we unknowingly accept in the American dream is that our greatest asset is our own ability. The American Dream prizes what people can accomplish when they believe and trust in themselves. The subtly fatal goal we will achieve when we pursue the A.D. is that as long as we achieve our desires in our on power, we will always attribute it to our own glory. But the gospel has different priorities. It beckons us to die to ourselves and to believe in God and trust in His power. The goal of the American Dream is to make much of us, while that of the gospel is to make much of God. As Bonhoeffer once said,

“When Christ calls a man, He bids him come and die.”

Whether American or not, this book is for you. Do try and read it.

Grace & Peace

“For when you were slaves of sin, you were free in regard to righteousness. But what fruit were you getting at that time from the things of which you are ashamed of now? For the end of these things is death. But now that you have been set free from sin & have become slaves of God, the fruit you get leads to sanctification and its end, eternal life. For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 6:20-23

This is such a common verse. Most of us know it by heart but is it in our hearts? Is it just another line in scripture or does it hold water? Has anyone understood it’s depth?

For so long, I also took this verse in vain, yes, as a Christian. I knew it theoretically but it hadn’t really sunk in. I would quote it but go ahead and walk against it. I heard Jesus’ voice but daily walked in disobedience.

Lately, this verse has come alive in my life again. By the grace of God, I understand it now. The wages of sin sure is death. Not just in the afterlife but even in this present one. Ever seen a plant that isn’t watered or doesn’t receive it’s daily dose of light? That plant never lives long. It may fool us for awhile but truth is it’s dying. Dying from the roots upwards. This is what sin does to us. It kills us. It kills the core of our being. We no longer get the nutrients we need for life. We don’t feed our souls, neither are we illuminated, and just like the plant we start wilting away. The things of God that used to make our hearts pump no longer please us. We don’t want fellowship with the body of Christ because we have become a shadow of our former selves. And so we slide away. Instead of running to the source for renewal, we think we can live by our own strength. Forgetting it’s not by might but by the Spirit. We shrink further and further, and to cover our frailty we indulge in more sin. We fool ourselves with the snippets of scripture we know by heart, but deep down we know we are gone. Like a junkie, we have thinned out from the effects of our abuse, sin is our master.

The wages of sin is death. Your prayer life is killed. Your word life is killed. The joy of salvation you once had is snuffed out. Your fellowship with brethren is strangled. You are lost. You are not a Christian anymore, at least not by God’s standards. The fruit of your life is nothing but sour grapes.

Good news though, the wages of sin is death but the gift of God is eternal life through Christ Jesus. Hear it, through Christ Jesus. You cannot do it on your own brother. I don’t even have to convince you on this cause’ it’s been tried and tested. Jesus is the only sure way, and He bids you come. Come and carry His yoke for it is easy. Come because with Him, you don’t have to depend on your own righteousness. It is imputed on you – Christ’ righteousness is what you live by. Come because you don’t have to continue dying. The cross still holds power. Come and rest, for just like the prodigal son, your Father awaits your return. So today, if you hear the Spirit of God, don’t harden your heart. Come to the river of life, you will find healing there.




Grace & Peace.

Ever been in a crisis
A crisis too deep you don’t know how to get out
A self-inflicted crisis with murderous results
A crisis you saw coming but chose to ignore?

Now ever been in a spiritual crisis
Where day and night you wonder if you are still in the faith
And to drown that still small voice telling you where to go
You indulge in what your depraved soul knows best – sin
Ever been in a spiritual crisis?

That you need the word so badly but feel like you’ve gone too far to be redeemed
And so again instead of climbing out, You dig yourself deeper into the pit
You know the way out but walking in it suddenly seems so hard
You don’t know who to reach out to or how to
Scratch that, you know exactly who to reach out to but wonder if they’ll ever understand coz you can’t even explain it
If they’ll look past your wandering and feed you with the word you so deeply desire
Because after all is said and done, you realise it’s all vanity
Why would I gain the whole world and lose my soul
Why would I gain the appeal of man only to be disowned by my Maker
Why would temporary pleasures satisfy, or rather feel like they satisfy when in reality they are killing me
Why gain that relationship and lose out on the one that matters most
Why would I do all these and yet I am a Christian
How did I go these far, how did I miss the signs
Is this indwelling sin or have I just lost it
Because if I’m to be judged by my fruits God knows I won’t pass any test?

Yet deep within the thirst is still there
My soul deeply longs and groans for Him
He still seeks me upto now
I know I’m able to see I’m in a crisis because His grace still saves
But I’m too weak to get myself out of this mess
The cross seems so far to reach to
But my heart, Oh my heart, wants to fall upon it
To leave everything else and cling to it
To never look back again because this pit is ugly
To lift my eyes to God and cry ‘Father forgive me’
Cause’ much as I try to fight it
I know this is the Christian I’m not.


Posted: January 29, 2014 in Poetry, Songs


This is the story of the little girl living by the mountainside

Or of the one playing solo in the meadows

The little girl playing mummy with her barbie dolls

The little girl singing herself to sleep every night

The little girl hiding herself in a corner each day

The one who locks herself up but is praying for release, yes freedom

You know, the little girl who doesn’t know what it means to be a child

Cause’ her innocence was snatched away from her

Her past is ever present, always haunting, always hurting

Maybe if she were born a boy none of this would have happened

Maybe, if she died at childbirth she would have been spared of life’s pain

Maybe, maybe, just maybe

That’s all she can ever think of

The little girl has holes in her heart, big holes

Who can reach out to it and mend it

Laughter is a luxury she can’t bear to indulge in

Because, somehow, when she’s about to laugh, tears form

The little girl hidden from the rest of the world

Because media says she doesn’t aesthetically match up

Cosmo, Vogue, Elle all tell her what beauty is

But who will tell her what true beauty is, the unfaded beauty

She doesn’t understand that charm is deceptive

And so she hides,

The little girl is now grown, but inside, she’s still little


Still hurting, still struggling to cope

Still stuck in her corner, still crying out for help,

In the midst of us, the little girl still walks.