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My Redeemer Liveth

This is the iconic "Christ the Redeemer" statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. I have extracted the photo with permission from a blog called The Light in the Dark Place. All rights reserved worldwide.


My beloved reader, have you ever heard of a great man called George F. Handel? If you haven't, let me civilize you a little by informing you that he is one of the greatest classical music composers ever to grace this planet. He flourished as a musician in the 18th century and his music still lives on to this day.

Personally, I have come to love listening to Handel whose some of his music I have saved in my laptop. The music of Handel is of such sublime beauty and purity that I am now of the opinion that he just discovered it; that it has always existed as part of the inner beauty of the universe waiting to be revealed.

Of all the hundreds of pieces of music that Handel composed, my all time favourite is I Know That My Redeemer Liveth which is part of the famous oratorio known as The Messiah. I sometimes play that song on my piano keyboard again and again which tells of how greatly I love it.

And for sure, I know my redeemer liveth. As in, I worship and pray to a God that lives and loves me. His eyes are always on me as they are always on the sparrow. And because my redeemer lives, I recently found myself thinking of all they ways God has redeemed me from depressing moods and situations in the past. Allow me to tell you of three instances.

The first instance was in 2008 after I was discharged from Thika Nursing Home where I was forcefully admitted when I was apprehended after going astray at the university in JKUAT. That evening when I got discharged from the nursing home, my father came for me with the intention of taking me home in Kiserian. But I didn't want to go back home because of the boring menial tasks I would be forced to do. So as we were heading to Kiserian, I ran away from my father and went back to JKUAT to hang around as I had been doing before I was apprehended.

But guess what! When I went back to JKUAT after running away from my father, I felt dull and hopeless. I also became sick; so sick that one morning, I felt like I was dying after I tried several times to awaken myself from slumber. While still in that state of dullness, hopelessness and sickness, I happened to stay in a JKUAT classroom whose walls were full of graffiti. And in the graffiti was one message that touched me; the message said, "Cheer up! The worst is yet to come."

Looking back, I now believe that graffiti message on the wall was God's way of trying to redeem me from depressing moods. And in the past few weeks whenever I have been in the doldrums, I have found myself remembering that message, "Cheer up! The worst is yet to come."

The second instance in which God redeemed me from depressing moods was in 2010. As I wrote a couple of days ago in this blog, I used to feel deadly dull and guilty in the years 2009 and 2010 after I dropped out of JKUAT. One day in 2010 while ransacking my father's collection of books, I inadvertently found John Mason's Conquering an Enemy Called Average. And wow! What an inspiring read it turned out to be! The book rejuvenated my spirits and made me fully alive again. That was God trying to redeem me.

By the way, a few months later after reading that inspiring book, I placed it on a matatu dashboard and forgot to pick it when I alighted. Such a great loss, isn't it? In recent months, I have developed a burning desire to re-read that book, so I have purposed to purchase it next time I travel to Nairobi.

The last instance I will tell you about on how God redeemed me from depressing moods concerns my weight. As I have written before, I gained a lot of weight in the years 2009 and 2010. People who had known me for several years commented on how plump I had grown which didn't impress me at all because I had always wanted to be lean and athletic. Like my brother Paddy remarked to me sometime in 2009 that my cheeks were puffy. He uttered that remark in a tone that suggested he was displeased with my excess weight. And then a high school-mate of mine called Festus Munene was taken aback to see how big I had become after we met on a street in Nairobi some time in 2010. Festus said this of my weight in Swahili, "This is not sickness; this is over-eating!"

To bring my weight down, I tried fasting which I didn't enjoy. It didn't work. Then a few months after I matriculated at the University of Nairobi in September 2010, I lost weight and regained my youthful swagger. I attribute that weight loss to the lots of walking I did while commuting to the university. And when I think about it now, I believe that was God's way of redeeming me from the depressing state that was being fat.

My redeemer liveth for shizzle. So I am now confident that no matter what happens to me in this life, God will always find a way of lifting my spirits as he has done in the past. That's all I am saying.

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Arguing With God

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About nine years ago while here at home in Kiserian, I picked a piece of newspaper with the intention of using it to wipe myself after answering a call of nature in our old, wooden latrine. That was me in my primitive days when we considered tissue paper an unnecessary luxury here at home.

I went to the latrine to relieve myself as usual. But then as I squatted ready to excrete a few small bricks of waste matter, I happened to read what was written in the piece of newspaper. Alas! I was suddenly captivated by what I read; so much that I immediately postponed answering my call of nature so as to save the piece of newspaper.

The newspaper was reporting briefly of a prisoner who wanted to sue God for committing some crimes which I felt God had also committed on me, so to speak. I therefore plagiarized the prisoner's complaint and posted it on my Facebook wall as follows:
I, the undersigned Thuita J. Maina, currently struggling to lead a successful life, request legal action against the Almighty God, Creator of the universe, resident of heaven and represented here by so many religious groups for committing the following crimes: concealment, taking bribes, traffic of influence, abuse against my interests and not responding to my prayer requests.
Some of my Facebook friends were amused by my intention to sue God. Others however unleashed a torrent of criticism.

Like there was Edwin, a friend of mine then at Cornell University, who instructed me to delete that complaint from my Facebook wall. Then there was Charles, a high school classmate of mine who bluntly asked me, "Are you on drugs?" And then there was William, an elder and lay-reader at All Saints' Cathedral in Nairobi, who wrote to me, "This is blasphemous. SEE ME!"

I however don't think I committed a serious crime by posting that complaint as my harshest critics put it because I think God appreciates humour. Doesn't the Bible say God loves cheerful people?

More importantly though, I also think God values people who argue with Him provided they are honest. The best friends of God, as narrated in the Bible, were those who complained bitterly to Him over His actions. Even Jesus when He was dying on the cross, blurted out, "Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani? (My God, my God, why have You forsaken Me?)"

Let us therefore argue with God once in a while in our moments of pain and need. I think God will be more impressed with our honesty and understand our grievances. Or what do you think?

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