The River by Brian Doerksen

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Talk about family values! Four more years for the Obamas.

Four More Years

Four More Years is not too much to ask!

Fondly Remembered and Missed:

Throughout this week, dear mother, I have reflected on our life together. I am now a grown man raising a family. Yet the very thought of you makes me feel like a child again. I must also confess that trying to number the years that you have been gone leaves me numb. The years are many! It is only by faith, and faith alone that I believe what I cannot prove – that you are in a better place. How are you doing, dear mother, in that land yonder? Do you ever miss us, your children?

There are days I imagine you seated in the council of the departed members of our family discussing each of us. Do you think of us? What sort of things do you say about your children? We are all grown now and each has gone his/her way. We do occasionally come together to reminiscent.

Dear mother, I wish you happiness as you live your life in the world known only by the dead. Know that you are loved and missed. I personally remain forever grateful to you. I continue to believe that your presence is always with us. Yes, by faith, and faith alone I believe what I cannot prove – your ever-present embrace and love. Yet, as I watch my children grow, I wish you were here to cuddle them, to give advice and to offer wise counsel.

The day the ship came to carry you home was a sad day. As the wild gull called we mourned your departure. But today, 27^th July 2012, I shed tears of joy - joy of having known you. As I stand at the grave site, I miss your smiling face. I will cry but I will not be sad. I have hope of seeing you again. You believed in Jesus Christ and eternal hope in Him. I too believe! I will see you again mother. It is well with my soul. So long …

Your son,

John.

On Bright Morning April 16, 2012

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Friends,

It has taken me awhile before updating you on my status. It is now exactly two months since I returned to the motherland. I am quite excited with my new assignment here at Loresho. Loresho is an awesome community and I look forward to a great ministry together.  The complexity of ministry in the new Kenya is quite obvious. However, I am a BELIEVER. I can do all things in Christ Jesus who strengthens me.

The speed in which Kenya is changing is breath-taking. I am yet to comprehend the strides made in the last twelve years that I have been away. Of course, poor planning and political ineptitude cast a dark shadow on the progress made but Kenyans are proving to be a determined lot. One of the most annoying things is traffic jam and the Matatu menace. On a brighter side, I am truly enjoying Kenyan hospitality! Waking up for a cup of hot Kenyan tea is quite refreshing. My aesthetic side is taking in, every day, the natural beauty of this great nation. A glimpse of the majestic Mount Kenya reveals the wondrous work of our Maker. I thank God for Kenya.

In Loving Memory - Maitũ Eunice Wangechi Gathitũ

The Great One:
The wind blew,
From the northern carrying with it deathly spell,
Howling and wailing as the gust passed,
Taking with it roof tops and leaving the sheep
Naked, uncovered and shaky;

The chimney was gone taken into the heavenly
Like Elijah, clouds of darkness swallowed it.
Gushing rain and wind dampened the hearse;
All silence, deathly silence
In a distant, a dog howled
An owl hooted the great one had fallen.

The hearth reassembled,
Fire of eternity burnt
Bringing with it warmth untold.
The joy of knowing her rekindled
Beauty, laughter, tears filled the room
No longer to depart
Forever yours
She muttered…
- Kĩriakũ Kĩnyua.