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Friday, August 26, 2011

Lament For A Friend

Yesterday, our evening devotion focused on the topic of death. Reading from Our Daily Bread, my brother told us of the life of David when he heard of Jonathan’s death. David lamented the death of his friend. Whenever the topic of death comes up, I can’t help but think about Tai. I’ve had a hard time dealing with the death, and usually, I don’t even know what to say. Sometimes, I think running away is the answer, but I know that I can’t be hidden for too long.

Tai’s death meant that we could all die, that from now on, anyone can go away, forever. The words in Our Daily Bread reminded me of this eventuality, and also of the abiding love and comfort of the Most High.

When we grieve for a loved one, it is vital to recall the cherished details and shared experiences of our lives together. Those memories flood our hearts with far more thoughts than an index card can hold. The day that grief visits our hearts is not a time for short summaries and quick snapshots of our loved one’s life. It is a time to remember deeply, giving God thanks for the details, the stories, and the impact of an entire life. It’s time to pause, reflect, and honor.

At journey’s end, take a long look back
At the details of the story;
Take time to review the godly life
Of your loved one now in Glory


Thank You God for the memories, and for the life of a lady after Your Own Heart.
Tai's earthly resting place

The Voice that Won't Be Heard

I am amazed at the number of foundations and NGO’s cropping up in Kenya. Every other week, I hear of people who have formed a foundation because of a particular cause. I can’t help but imagine that certain Kenyans are looking for the next tragedy around which to develop a cause. Although I don’t have anything against them, I can’t help imagining how many voices want to be heard. It’s a mad race for people’s money, and the most sensational gets the prize!

A few years ago, I would have also clamored for the same attention. As a slowly reforming attention seeker, I couldn’t help but bask in the glory of such attention galore. But life has taken an interesting turn for me. Yes, I will be the voice that won’t be heard.

This holiday, I have been working with girls who are in danger of undergoing female genital mutilation. For many of them, life after FGM will be a teenage mother’s life, a household full of children and the workload of a mule. In a poverty-stricken land, they will not be allowed to dream beyond the homestead, and their voices, consequently, will never be heard.

As I ruminated on the lives of the girls I was working with, I couldn’t help but reflect of the words of Jesus in John 17:25-26 when he prayed for all believers:

Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me. I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known to them in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.

Jesus’ words offered great solace to me. Although I am uncertain of the path the lives of the girls will take, I am certain that my efforts will have planted God’s love in their lives. I am a deep believer in the power of God to heal the lives of a people entrapped in a dehumanizing culture. As I reiterate, God is able to do far much more than we can ask or imagine.

Above all, Jesus' words continually remind me why my voice should not be heard. If I am to live a servant’s life, then the voices of the girls I work with need to be heard beyond my own voice. Furthermore, when we yearn for our own voices to be heard, we risk failing to let God’s own voice rule the day. I have committed my life to living for Christ, and if ever his voice is not heard above my own, then I risk walking the lonely road. And I never want to be alone.

So that’s why my voice won’t be heard. I want to be part of God’s voice on the face of the earth. It’s not enough to wake up one day and form an NGO to fight for the rights of the girl child. But it’s enough to ensure that one girl comes into the knowledge of the Lord Jesus Christ, and that God is glorified in every facet of my life.






Friday, August 5, 2011

Life of Pi by Yann Martel

BOOK: Life of Pi
AUTHOR: Yann Martel
PUBLISHER: Cannongate
PAGES: 319 pages

After the tragic sinking of a cargo ship, one solitary lifeboat remains bobbing in the wild blue Pacific. The only survivors from the wreck are a sixteen-year-old boy named Pi, a hyena, a zebra (with a broken leg), a female orang-utan...and a 450-pound Royal Bengal tiger.



I bought this book in Heathrow Airport after failing to buy it twice in Washington, DC. My friend, Taha, had told me that it would be a very interesting read. He was right. I usually buy books based on the number of reviews on the back or front covers. Life of Pi had a gazillion. Plus, it won the Man Booker Prize. If you are book lover like me, then you know that a Booker prize winning book is a must read!

I wasn’t disappointed…except where I had to look online to investigate the interpretations of the book. Reviewers claim that the book will make you believe in God. I guess for peeps like me who have an unwavering faith in God, the book didn’t do much to make me re-believe. However, it did have some amazing quotes like:

Repetition is important in the training not only of animals but also of humans.
The presence of God is the finest of rewards.
Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush.
It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.

 If you are mildly philosophical, you should read this book. If you like reading extensively, you should also read it. Check out the Book of the Month link to find out more about this book. Enjoy!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Der Krieg

Täglich in meinen Gedanken
Kämpfen gewisse Fremde
Das Gute gegen das Böse
Der Himmel gegen die Hölle
Wer wird überwältigt?
Wer wird von wem besiegt?






Nach dem Bösen:
Er passt ihr nicht.
Sicherlich bist du die Wärme, die die ihm umgebende Kälte verlangt.
Und sie? Sie?
Bestimmt ist sie der Frost, der die ihn inhaftierende Kälte verursacht!
 

Nach dem Guten:
Einige müssen haben, und andere fehlen
Einige können empfangen, und andere verpasst warden
Einige sollen wie sie bekommen, und andere wie du, warten!
Quatsch!


Seiest du hungrig, sättige den Hunger!
Seiest du durstig, lösche den Durst!
Seiest von etwas gejuckt, kratze dich!
Seiest du einsam, nimm dir ihn!


Um Gottes Willen!
Du brauchst niemanden, gesund zu sein!
Du brauchst niemanden, froh zu sein!
Du brauchst niemanden, dich erfüllt zu sein!
Schlicht und einfach-
Du brauchst ihn nicht!


Lasst mich in Ruhe
Stört mich weiter nicht
Bedroht euch selbst
Lenkt euch wohin ihr wünscht
Ich lasse mich nicht von euch verführen!
Ich bin doch meister meines Schicksals!


Täglich in meinen Gedanken
Kämpfen gewisse Feinde
Das Gute gegen das Böse
Der Himmel gegen die Hölle
Wer wird wen überwältigen?
Wer wird wen besiegen?

Fathers

Last week in my church, Tell-a-Tale Productions showcased a brilliantly scripted, directed, and acted play about the decay of fatherhood in Kenya’s society. Men are no longer fathers; no longer role models to their sons (and daughters). Thus, their children perpetuate all kinds of immorality in the society. To show the realism of it all, the director talked about various actors of the play itself, whose fathers had failed to be fathers.

Indeed, this conversation about fathers has been going on in Kenya for quiet some time. Newspapers and lifestyle magazines record it all with titles such as “Fathers, where are you?”, “Will the Real Man please stand up”, “Men Needed”...It’s so sad to see how far the Enemy has gone to destroy the family. Even the Church is under siege, with fathers failing to be the priests of the household, leaving their wives as the sole carriers of the faith.

In the midst of this ensuing conversation, I took time to look at my own life. To cut the long story short, I have been BLESSED. I have a wonderful man for a father. When I am away at school, he makes sure to call me at least three times a week. He has always provided for all of my needs: physical, psychological, spiritual. I can’t compare him to anyone. Indeed, I can only hope that my husband can be half the man that my father is.

Unfortunately, not all men are like my father or the many other great fathers out there. Hence, the mentoring of young men is sorely lacking. Unless we have an intervention, our society will continue churning out men who are not really men; simple shells without any real substance within. What then must we do? Where should all the young men and women without fathers turn to?

God.

In the Book of Psalms 68:5, the Bible states “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling”. God clearly assumes the role of a father when earthly fathers fail. He steps in to direct the lives of the fatherless. Indeed, what greater joy than having a supernatural father for a father?

Of course, as human beings, we may still crave the physical presence of an earthly father. Looking at others, we may wish to have fathers of our own. This is where spiritual fathers come in. In the Bible, Timothy had a spiritual father—Paul (1 Corinthians 4:15-17). These fathers can serve as our earthly fathers, providing a much-needed communion that is both biblical and relevant in today’s society. And even in the absence of spiritual fathers, God, in His wisdom will provide. He is Jehovah-Jireh.

So, let’s all get down on our knees. Let’s pray for our society. Pray for the men in your life, the one’s who are yet to enter the into the institution of fatherhood. I will pray for my brothers, my friends, my future husband, my future sons. Pray also for those who are fathers now, so that they may step into the role that God has pre-destined for them. For God, who raised Christ out of the dead, is able to do immeasurably more than what we can ask or imagine.

All Glory be to the Greatest Father.