The haunting image!
The easiest thing to
offer in the world is an opinion, everybody has one, we become so judgmental
while the enemy is roaming for an open door. Virtually everybody has become an
unwarranted expert in matters reality and
fiction. We cannot separate easily the evil from love, lest we are put in coma
by a pseudo rogue doctor with sedation herb from hell and ruin our dreams with
misdiagnosed cancer of abuse and 'Gomoran'
injections. For the evil is
coated with sugar, love is smeared with
honey, our thoughts says this and that but our words and actions says a
complete different story. We ruin our
days even before we begin them. Our sun sets
moments after rising. We many a times think life is a cookie jar that
never runs dry and we keep dipping our hands in the same pot expecting a
different taste. Is it because our life
has become so twisted that the middle finger has become crooked as a near
normal of perfect chaos? Do not provide me with an over the counter remedy
because that’s all we have become….…Yes you are right the middle finger
society. We can never say "let
there be light and the light appears" because our eyes are truckloads of forest logs yet we can dissect a spec in
brothers eye with a precision that defies the laws of gravity. Holy than though attitude you know. We do not
need any comfort; no we need a serious thorough whooping of soul searching as a
people.
I am angry. I am angry
with our pretense. I am angry that we have become insensitive to life. I am weeping.
I am mourning. I am overwhelmed with distress calls in the wilderness. We have lost the case to the Greek advocates
and the fathers of faith with exceptional knowledge now that we think we have
protocol and expertise procedures to know what omnipotence God knows. The truth
is greater than facts.
A 3 year old Syrian boy has been washed dead a shore as
we watched from comfort of our balcony ‘Manyattas’. The haunting image of the
man's three-year-old son, Aylan Kurdi, washed up on a Turkish beach focused the
world's attention on the wave of migration fueled by war and deprivation. A very disturbing picture in the sea of
growing global hopelessness. The bold
statement that run in my mind was “the world is not with you in conception but
truly remains with you united at the shore of dead”. Why should it take a lifeless body of 3 years
old boy washed at the shore for the world to react? It’s because the world has
not yet compassionately genuinely acted? There are two voices that are going
around in this mother earth the voice of death and the voice of life. It really
matter what you are listening to. Time is running out to choose which side you
are at. I hope you choose life.
The shortest verse in
the Bible is “Jesus Wept” Just two simple words, and yet they carry a world of
significance. John 11:35 is the shortest verse in all of the Bible, but one of
its most powerful, and insightful. Rightly was this tiniest of sentences
assigned its own number. Here we find a remarkable glimpse into the glory of the
Lord of the universe. His Human Emotions. “A man of sorrows,” the prophet
foretold, “and acquainted with grief” (Isaiah 53:3). Yes, he was a man of
sorrows, but not his own. “Surely he has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows”
(Isaiah 53:4). Because his love is great, he made our pains his own.
It’s not inherently
impressive to have a king that cries. But it is a great comfort to have a
sovereign who not only knows our frame (Psalm 103:14) and what is in us (John
2:25), but also shares in our flesh and blood (Hebrews 2:14). In my humble
submission the global community especial the political world has yet to weep.
The world even after seeing the plight of refugees, unnecessary wars of
commission and omission in the global map, inaction and self-justification and
God knows what chest thumping of opposing sides is not who is it but its
whoever loses his life will find it. The world has yet to lose her life its
only loosing statics.
God himself has taken
on our humanity in this man. And with it, our feelings. And with them, even our
sorrows. We are finite and frail. But God gave us mighty emotions. We
celebrate. We grieve. We rejoice. We weep. And we do so with Jesus as one of
us.
I am not accusing in
this blog, I am interceding with the very power of a bleeding pen, the
authentic truth, of the politically accused voice. I am not here to be politically
correct when an innocent child lifeless body is washed a shore in icy cold
water in Turkey. You still wonder why we are so called to
be like children ?so that we inherit the kingdom of God. The world has become an
overgrown adult while the test of time asks for people who can here Gods voice
and become children once again. Becoming children is simple. If you put 3 year
old children in one room they will speak the language of children and play together
even when they have never lived together. The world is yet to speak in child’s
voice in our 21st century. We are still evolving in our own human paradoxes. Inherently bent towards evil, destruction and squeezing lifeless
bodies washed ashore.
Jesus wept not because
he lacked faith, but because he was full of love. In love, he weeps with those
who weep. “When Jesus saw her weeping, and the Jews who had come with her also
weeping, he was deeply moved in his spirit and greatly troubled” (John 11:33).
The world is yet to weep with those who weep live alone the little boys
drowning daily and washed ashore in the sea of world sorrows that they never
created.
According to the UN Every
year in Syria the conflict has seen an exponential growth in refugees. It began
with the Arab spring that we so warmed our selves with celebrating with every government
fall in North Africa and Arab middle East fell. The world even assisted in
bombing some “axes of evil” with impunity. In
2012, there were 100,000 refugees. By April 2013, there were 800,000. That
doubled to 1.6 million in less than four months. There are now four million
Syrians scattered throughout the region, making them the world's largest
refugee population under the United Nations' mandate. 3. Over half a million of those
refugees are children under the age of 18.
At this rate, the U.N.
predicts there could be 4.27 million Syrian refugees by the end of 2015 — the
worst exodus since the Rwandan genocide 20 years ago of which the world did
nothing as Hutus and Tutsis hacked each other throats with machetes. The only
thing the ‘world’ lived to show in dismay was a film under the title “Hotel
Rwanda”.
All we care about is
our own image. Currently Europe is in crisis. Refugees glare their ugly heads
from every corner of Eastern to Western Europe. In Syria alone more than 11
million people are displaced, thus far — and the increasingly dire impact on
neighboring countries can seem too overwhelming to bare. According to UNHCR, because of the refugee
influx, Lebanon is close to having the population it was expected to have in
2050.
In Kenya alone the
country is devastated with refugee’s crises from Somalia a country that has not
known rule of law and has been a failed state for over twenty years.. Picture
this because of insecurity and chaos in Somalia their elections have been held
in Kenya over years. The President of Somalia has virtually ruled Somalia while
in fact living in Kenya. After numerous terrorist attacks that have
claimed hundreds of innocent lives in
Kenya, Kenya’s government was sharply
criticized last few months for vowing to close Dadaab, one of the world’s
oldest and largest refugee complexes since 1991 home to more than 350,000
Somalis, about 60 miles from its border with Somalia.
I think I am expecting
so much to ask the world to weep with me. No we can’t weep, because our thick
blood shot eyes oozes blood. The tears duct run dry with corruption and the
water that flows from our showers and streams are full of hate. It is sad to be
in a world that views weeping an emotional weakness. In such reality the
fathers will keep burying their sons washed dead and mothers will keep on experiencing
labour pains in the high seas. Its Such a sad world. A hopelessness of tragedy.
The world needs to fix the refugees crises urgently and stop arming warring functions
to avert generation genocide. Just my two cents of wisdom falling on waxed
ears. We must encounter Gods healing power in times of crisis but we must
however act as rational humans who genuinely seek healing.
By Njoroge wa
Ngige 091215- 0325
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