Better, not Bitter.

This is my hope regarding all my life experiences…….I hope that I am strong because I know my weaknesses. 

I hope I am wise because I’ve been foolish. 

I hope that I laugh because I’ve known real sadness. 

So I stand up today a better rather than bitter person. 

May you too stand better not bitter!May hope prop you up and your determination keep you pushing. 

Miss me but let me go..

Sometimes you come across a true gem, and it touches you deeply and you cannot help but to share it…

“When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me                  I want no rites in a gloom-filled room                                                 Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little-but not too long     And not with your head bowed low   Remember the love that we once shared                                               Miss me-but let me go

For this is a journey that we all must take                                                     And each must go alone                    It’s all part of the Masters plan         A step on the road to home

When you are alone and sick of heart                                                     Go to the friends we know             And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds                                        Miss me-but let me go.                            (anon)

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kill to eat..or eat to kill?Β 

As I waited on a queue, an unavoidable phenomenon of life, I inadvertently started watching television.
There was a hunt playing out. And some fights too. Actually several hunts.. wild dogs, impala, zebra, lions and hyenas. From the fights I observed that “like-animals” were fighting each other, lion to lion, buffalo to buffalo. Irrespective of who won, the winner did not make a meal of his species-mate. On winning the winner would just drop it while the injured loser either lay there helpless or hobbled away.. conceding defeat. It seems as if there was a very clear rule that the fight cannot end in making a meal out of the other animal. Wild animals are clearly purposeful to the end. Clear rules of engagement. What about us? 

Then there were the jackals and wild dogs looking for a meal. The hunt begins and on catching up with you, they make mincemeat of you and feed to their hearts delight. It is not a game or a fight. End game for the hunter is to eat, prognosis is death for the hunted. No confusion, no compromise. Scavengers then come to clear the dinner table. 

Do we sometimes forget the purpose behind our actions and end up killing when all we started off with is a fight? Do we so easily lose focus, reason, purpose? Have we lost our true north? And as if this were not enough, in our kitchens we now cook that which is not yet dead. On our dinner plates we now serve that which might not yet be dead.  How excruciatingly painful this must be. It is as if we are only driven by the need to device a way of causing greater pain. 

So I wonder, who is who here? Is it wild animals and human beings anymore or have the cards flipped…, humane animals and wild human beings. When did we lose the script? 

Do we comprehend that in a few weeks time Kenya is facing an election, not a fight or a hunt…. 

Lets seek and keep to the true north! 

….cremation..thoughts from the heart.

A dear friend asked me whether I had ever attended a cremation and what I felt about the idea. 
Cremation has always been a matter I don’t well understand how to embrace given my faith and it’s attendant rites and rituals. 
The ceremony is straightforward enough and it’s a fairly clean set-up.
It’s the Biblical and faith part where the challenge lies for me. How should we interpret “….dust to dust..”?

Ages ago we left dead bodies or the seriously ill in the wild if death seemed to be staring them in the face. In that case wild animals made a meal of them and whatever wasn’t eaten decomposed into the soil (to dust).
Then along came burial (to dust again).

These two concepts are easily about committing “…dust to dust”. 

Then there’s cremation, where by mans action we attempt to pulverize the body completely😏. Yes, ash remains. But who commissioned us to this task of changing the original form of the body? 
In the other two, man walks away and lets nature take its course on the body either above ground or under ground. But in the 3rd scenario man takes it upon himself to completely finish the physical body which we are told is the Temple of the Holy Spirit, created through man and woman being given the honor of being co-creators with God. I have concerns about actively destroying that which I cannot create on my own without God’s intervention πŸ˜”. If you lend me something I feel obliged to return it to you in a form as close to the original as possible, short of replacing the item with a new one if the original one looks worn. 
Remember how the abortion debate morphed over time especially with the push and pull about when life begins? For a long time life was believed to start at the physical birth. Now we know better. 
Who tells us that today we really know when life really endsπŸ€”? 

Maybe that ‘dead body’ should be allowed to ebb away into wherever without being burned to ashes. Maybe there’s a whole new different “womb” setup after death as we know it….

Thoughts from my heart…………