For many days, I went to the cathedral with hopes that I would eventually fly to America for my undergraduate studies. Imagining the American colleges to be of the same high standards as All Saints' Cathedral, I would gaze at the majestically vaulted cathedral and visualize myself doing the same in America.
However, it was not only my desire to study in America that glued me to the cathedral. I also enjoyed the fellowships we had and the beautiful songs we sang, like "People Need the Lord" whose first verse goes as follows:
Everyday they pass me by,Those lyrics touched me; I even sang them to my JKUAT roommate. Little did I know I was the one who needed to heed their message after the American colleges I applied for admission sent me rejection letters in March and April 2008.
I can see it in their eyes,
Empty people filled with care,
Headed who knows where?
On they go through private pain,
Living fear to fear,
Laughter hides their silent cries,
Only Jesus hears,
People need the Lord,
...
At the end of broken dreams,
He's the open door,
...
When will we realize,
People need the Lord?
You see, I stopped attending church at All Saints' Cathedral and classes at JKUAT where I was an engineering student. That made university authorities admit me to hospital, an experience that depressed me.
Mum encouraged me to resume going to All Saints' Cathedral and even gave me bus fare. But you know what? Instead of entering the cathedral, I would sometimes lie down at Uhuru Park where I was incarcerated for almost an hour for urinating on a fence one Sunday.
With time, I regained my mojo as I discovered interesting things to do, especially blogging. The Lord has also played His part. Besides meeting my needs, He has guided me along the right pathway. People really need Him at the end of broken dreams. He's the open door.
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