Construction has taught me something uncomfortable about human beings: we often trust appearances more than discernment.
Would you Believe Her?
Mary Magdalene really had the toughest PR assignment in history. Imagine someone known for having “7 demons” & a funny reputation to boot, running into town screaming:“Guys… I have seen Jesus alive & the tomb is empty. Jesus is alive.”And people are there like:“Weee kwenda.”“Uongo.” “Tunakujua wewe!!!”“You’re lying Mary…” But honestly, at least for her […]
Lost in Murang’a.
“We are almost there,” I told him confidently. “The pin says fifteen minutes.” “Aah, hamko mbali, kujeni” he responded casually. That statement became the beginning of our suffering. You see, in my mind, “fifteen minutes away” meant one thing:
Reading Joseph, Hearing Jesus.
Most of us grew up with Joseph’s coat, the dreams, the pit, cute boy in Potiphar’s house, prison, Pharaoh, and finally the grand reunion with his brothers. We know the plot. We can almost narrate it without opening the pages. But then, certain verses begin to glow differently when the Holy Spirit turns the lights on.
Named Before I Arrived.
Back then, the name on my wrist was a declaration of where I was going. Now, it is a confirmation of who I am. Somewhere between the runway and the pulpit, people began to see it… and they called it out.