Burn the old Bridge


If we keep looking over our past
Imagining what would have been
Wondering if we are missing out
Longing for what this body craves
Soon we’ll forget the chains of the old slave master
We’ve got to burn that bridge so we never look back


If we keep playing with the fire
Entertaining that old man of sin
Feeding him when he beckons us
Calling it a small slip into old habits
Soon those habits will become our lives
We’ve got to kill that old man and do it daily


How easily we forget the pains of slavery
It fades in our minds and says it wasn’t that bad
There were good things in Egypt we tell ourselves
Looking back on that bridge life doesn’t look so bad
But we should have burnt it when we closed over
We should never make peace with the old man of sin


We will never see what awaits us if we keep looking back
If our gaze is on the old life the new one will fade away
We will make sin into an idol of worship
We will trade off our priceless salvation
But soon we’ll realise how mistaken we are
Burn that bridge down and turn your gaze ahead


Look to the one who freed you from slavery
Look at the peace and joy he gives you in him
See what fellowship we enjoy with him
Walk this new bridge of life everlasting
Walk the path that brings you closer to him
Let you attention be on what he says in his word


Lord help us to kill the love of sinning
Give us your love for righteousness
Cause us to use our energy and time for you
To build bridges for the kingdom that lasts
To demolish ties with Satan and the world
And walk the narrow path that leads to life


Made for more than the perfect Weekend

Ever felt like the anticipation of rest is more than the rest we actually get. You know when it’s a Thursday evening and you tell yourself just one more day and it’s the weekend. That feeling when you know Saturday morning lie in is coming. When you don’t need to snooze the alarm. It’s even better when you’ve had a long week. You can feel the dancing in your brain imagining all the rest you’ll get.

Unfortunately sometimes weekends don’t always deliver. Something happens that makes it hard to rest well. A sick child, a mourning friend or a bad quarrel with a spouse. Or you get that full weekend but perhaps the fear of the coming crazy week robs you the rest you anticipated. And even when we’ve got the perfect weekend we know it’s not going to last. Monday tends to come quicker than we imagine. And if you are unemployed rest becomes an unwelcome friend.

What is it with rest that is so fleeting? We want it so much but it always seem to escape us. The entertainment world tells us we can get it, just pay for Netflix. Go out hiking with friends or do nyama choma. But none of it seems to deliver on our wild craving for it. Are we just ungrateful people? It’s possible. Have we become too obsessed with rest that we miss the good occasional blessings of it? I think we have.

But there are also many things that make good rest one of those rare things despite God putting it in our weekly calendar. Perhaps the longing for perfect rest is like what C.S Lewis called a desire for something in the world beyond. It’s ingrained in us but can’t be fully realised in our present world. Perhaps we were made for rest because we were made for God. Isn’t it striking that we meet the idea of rest right at the beginning of our creation story.
Genesis 2 tells us;

2 By the seventh day God had finished the work he had been doing; so on the seventh day he rested from all his work. 3 Then God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from all the work of creating that he had done. Genesis 2 NIV.

Of all the things you think about God have you ever associated him with rest? That he’s for rest and fun? Perhaps our pagan religious roots has made God feel like a man who hates rest and is anything but fun. We might even think a good Christian taking a day off is ungodly. It’s no wonder sometimes people can feel church is no fun. Like God is out to get me busy and heaven is all about Keshas and crusades. Well not really. The God we find in Genesis 1&2 works and after that enjoys his eternal rest. Actually our work is supposed to point us to that unattained rest. We were made for this rest with God.

The Hebrew author commenting on this says;

9 There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; 10 for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from their works, just as God did from his. Hebrews 4 NIV.

Now that makes heaven fun doesn’t it? God isn’t calling us to a choir of angels flipping our wings up and down. He’s inviting us to take a holiday with him in his perfect creation. Just imagine going on a safari with Jesus with Paul driving. Man oh man! You must be like man I could do with that like now. Maybe you are not the outdoor kind of guy. Think about this then, playing a snooker game with King David. Or maybe it’s Timothy, David feels like the hunting kind of guy. Though he might enjoy a bit of dance for those with more than a left leg.

Now I know I’m making some of you uncomfortable with this but maybe it’s our imagination that needs a bit of work. I don’t for once imagine a boring heaven like our mystical religious world portrays it. Nor do I presume a hellish paradise with drugs and prostitution as the wicked man would want. I think the God who calls us to rest, the God who imagined the beauty of creation and one who really cares for his children is a lot more fun than we imagine. His is actually the right kind of fun. And in Jesus we can long for that perfect rest and for more than a weekend.

Listen to how Isaiah puts it and tell me if that’s not some perfect way to rest. Isaiah 25 says;

6 On this mountain the Lord Almighty will prepare
a feast of rich food for all peoples,
a banquet of aged wine—
the best of meats and the finest of wines.
Isaiah 25 NIV.

You heard that right. God is calling you to a heavenly party after party. Great meat, good wine, no tears, no death and no evil. If we got that even for a weekend it’d be worth everything wouldn’t it? Imagine having it for eternity. A life of fun with the Almighty and all knowing God. Imagine what his idea of fun is when you remove sin, death and Satan in the capture. I know I can’t wait. Can you?

The Mirage of this Life

Given a choice between heaven and this world many choose what they can see. They’d rather have the bird in the hand that 9 in the bush. This world and it’s promises seem tangible. And nothing is more appealing and trustworthy than what we can see and touch. We want to live life to the fullest here and now because tomorrow is unknown. Why deny yourself for life on some cloud when you can enjoy things here and now? We are realists and we go with what makes sense to us.

But let us unpack this realism. How much of this world really is in our hands? COVID has shown us more clearly than ever that we are just one pandemic away from want and disaster. One job loss from poverty. That all you need to bring you down to your knees is a disease. Add economic breakdown and our realism changes. You are one serious illness away to hating the offer of this world. And the reality of this world is that you can’t have this world. You can only lease its temporarily joys before nature rudely interrupts you.

YOLO philosophy forgets that you can barely live down here. That what the world offers it quickly takes away. That in truth what’s before us is a mirage and as soon we get near it goes further. The world dangles life before us but it can barely breath. We spend all our lives seeking a life that is taken away in a second. We try mitigate risk, build stamina and eat well. Then one day out of nowhere the pandemic of death comes without knocking. Everything you held dear is taken away with no apology or notice.

It’s then that we revisit the earlier offer and realize we only have one true choice. That this world can’t be offered because it can’t be given. It’s already on the expiry date. Here we only get a land lease for a short while. It’s heaven and hell that is truly on offer. And the mirage of this life says we should reconsider this. That what looks far off is actually very near to us. That before the next breath the after life could be our reality. And however long it takes we will be confronted by that choice sooner or later.

When we get our reality right the offer of heaven makes a lot of sense. It becomes the reasonable choice. The one land we can get permanently to establish our roots. And because the marker of the world is trustworthy we can depend on him however unlikely it seems to the naked eye. It’s actually outrageous to stand on the ground we stand, to breathe the air we breath and delight in the blessings of this life yet term heaven too good to be true. It would seem we doubt the carpenter while in his workshop.

But where nature provides only suggestions about the reality of heaven, the Bible affirms and confirms that we can call it our home. In the eye of scripture nothing is more real and material than the future ahead of us. The call of faith isn’t at all blind for we get more than enough reason to trust in God. It says we can be sure of his faithfulness more than the rising of the sun. What he has said he will do and those who believe are already the citizens of heaven. This world is passing away and with it all it’s promises. But our future is with God and in his eternal city.

1 Then I saw “a new heaven and a new earth,” for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and there was no longer any sea. 2 I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. 3 And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Look! God’s dwelling place is now among the people, and he will dwell with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and be their God.

Revelation 21. NIV

Song of Longing

I heard a voice walking down the planet
A tune that drew me close to listen
It felt like a cheer but also like crying
I think it was both,the echo of distant voices
Some wailed while others rejoiced greatly
It was like the noise of battle won and lost
But both camps took turn to rejoice and mourn


I turned aside and heard a beautiful voice
It resounded across the globe
It spoke of beauty, love and celebration
It preached about hope, peace and joy
But then it stopped and it burst into wailing
It cried of loss, danger and death
I couldn’t understand this place


I listened to their music and it was amazing
It told of the wonder of man and his beauty
The songs of men addressed to their daughters
They had the sweetest words of the world
But on the other side a father cursed his son
A mother was troubled by his daughters
There was sadness, rage and despair


What’s wrong with this place I wondered
One time I’m loving it then I’m dreading it
One sings of joy the other of pain
I longed that the echo of sadness would end
That for once the music of joy would last
I wanted a good song to play until the end
But every time it was interrupted by sad news


It was a longing shared across the planet
People wished for once wars would cease
That pain and suffering would end
And joy be the music of our days
But the dream was always cut short
Someone was too greedy
Someone always put themselves first


So these days I dream of another world
My eyes close and the cries cease
I’m taken to a distant land where peace prevails
I sit quietly and listen to a good song end
When all the reality of sin fades music lasts
Not a cry of a child abandoned or a people lost
I listen to the end of beauty and celebration


I long for this land and country
I dream of walking down it’s streets
To be called a citizen of the land of peace
Take me away from this corrupt nation
Give me the joy of everlasting peace
Oh! How I rejoice knowing it’ll be mine one day
I dream of a better country, I long for heaven


Life and Death

Death has a way of reminding and awaking us to the reality of this life. That any of us and every one of us whether big or small, rich or poor, famous or infamous has a date with the small box. Death meets us all and most of the times it’s not well mannered to book an appointment. The man of God, the good statesman, the witchdoctor and the rebel all have one sure destiny under the sun. They will die. Sure their deeds will make that a day of mourning or celebration depending on who you ask but in the end they’ll be dead. It’s the thing that reminds you that men however powerful and influential are mere mortals. Death sets apart the creator from creation; the clock of life unravels man’s weakness.

We can all agree death is brutal, a ferocious enemy that attacks without warning. It leaves rampage, distress and broken lives behind. But it also tells us that how we live matters because we are not here for as long as we imagine. We need back that Gospel message that said tonight could be it for you because many have been caught unaware without it. As much as we don’t like negative vibes I think we might do with a dose of reality in our modern day. As we motivate people to live their fullest, exploit hidden potential, walk like the boss let’s remember we are here only for a while. Actually the Gospel tells us our best life, our longest life is in the future beyond the grave.

Order your house today by ordering your heart. The Bible says only those who die in the Lord are blessed that is happy and safe. For them it’s more like retirement as they finally rest from their labours. Those who lived in rebellion on the other hand, those driven by human sin, the grave is the beginning of their troubles. I know this is uncomfortable, old fashioned and you’d rather we do a better and more appealing Gospel message. Meet people where they are, pick what they love and entice them in to buy the Gospel message. But if talk of death is not relevant to us perhaps it’s because we’ve slept in for too long. In this country you can’t go past a news bulletin without it. So we may as well look into the Gospel’s verdict on the matter and do so more oftenly.

13 Then I heard a voice from heaven say, “Write this: Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on.”

“Yes,” says the Spirit, “they will rest from their labor, for their deeds will follow them.”

Revelation 14 NIV.

One Last Thought


When your breath fades
And you hear the last bells
When a voice whispers in your mind
And deep in thought your hear a last word
I wonder what will come to mind one last time


What will become of my life?
Who will look after the children?
What of my life plans and ambitions?
What legacy do I leave behind after me?
I doubt where you leave will matter that much.


Perhaps it’s what left undone
The future you never got to enjoy
That trip, that job, a final expedition
I think it’s more how you leave that matters
What awaits me across the bridge of life and death?


When I close my last what will happen?
Who will receive me across the river ahead?
What will become of my soul on this other side?
Eternal peace and salvation or the lake of eternal fire
When it comes to it how you leave will matter the most


It may seem like a millennia away
But one day you’ll surely have your last
The worst thing is it might come suddenly
You may never have all the time and space to think
So I thought I should give you this chance here and now


Let’s dream and reconsider this life
Begin from the end coming backwards
Have that last thought now before it’s too late
Make it the most exciting thought you’ll have then
To know tonight I’ll surely be with my Saviour forever


Run to him before the end comes
Make him your rest and refuge today
A hiding place when the worst happens
Make your last thought your best thought
To know he’ll be happy to receive your above


I want to See Him


When I miss the light of day
And the moon denies me her gaze
When the mountains sink behind
And there’s no waters to swim again
My one and only desire is to see Him


When my body gives in to pain
And I succumb to the way of life
I want to wake and see him
See him who made me his own
Him who conquered my rebellious heart


I want above everything to see his hands
Touch his head and his side
See the wounds that bought me life
Touch the scars that healed my sin-sickness
When I close my eyes, I want to see Him


I want to sit at his feet forever
To tap from his eternal wisdom
Of all the gold and riches
I will pay anything to be his audience
To hear from the true breath of life


I long and yearn for that eternal Day
To see in full what his Word teaches
I daydream and get lost in imagination
Longing and waiting to hear his trumpet
To wake up to be with my Saviour forever


Perfect imperfection

Photo by Chetan Menaria

Perfect Imperfection

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I look out of my window and see your beauty

You are wholesomely breathtaking yet so imperfect

The mountains on your shoulders are mind-blowing

But the wounds on your heart so sickening

You are altogether beautiful and yet so wretched

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You give birth to beautiful angels, a wonder to behold

But murder them in the morning by their mother

You raise them as leaders but soon turn them to thieves

What your right hand builds the left destroys

You are virtuous but detestable, perfectly imperfect

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Men give their lives for you, toiling to build you up

But you consume their children and the labor of their hands

They call you mother earth but you are a monster

You eat your own and drink their sweat of blood

You look so perfect and tender yet are so cruel and imperfect

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Our mistake is we never learn from your martyrs

We keep offering ourselves and our children to you

Sacrificing them on the altar of a better tomorrow

But your tomorrow has nothing better to offer

How perfectly we are deceived of your imperfections

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So I call out on what remains of your children

Wake up and ran for your lives, your mother is a monster

And Lo! I have seen a better one coming from above

She carries her own and brings them safely home

She’s perfect and has no imperfections

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She’s coated with gold, peace and justice

She’s built on truth and righteousness

A mother who tenderly cares for her own

She’s worth dying for and she dies in waiting for her children

She’s altogether beautiful, virtuous and perfectly perfect

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She’s feeds her children with the truth

And clothes them with righteousness

She’s ensures justice and equality for all

She has no sickness or infirmities 

She’s a caring mother and our perfect home

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She is a mother to all who believe

The Jerusalem above, city of our God

And our eternal home with our Saviour

So I look out again, yearning for her coming

Longing for our perfect eternal home

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Normal isn’t better!

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I've heard it in our prayers and seen it on the news
The pagan and the believer crying for the same thing
Take away this pandemic, give us back our normal life
We want to hit the button and restart the year again
We miss the good old days, away with the masks!
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That was the life wasn't it?
When you could go anywhere
And do anything you wanted
We were invisible back then
We clicked our fingers and got our wishes
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Everything was perfect and we lived the dream
Our leaders were amazing, ruling with truth and justice
None died of hunger or knew of economic breakdown
Our society was built on truth and integrity
Do you remember them those good old days?
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So we cry as we dream of what we had
But what really did we have then?
Could it be we were all dreaming
Maybe we are in a bad stupor right now
Supposing that yesterday would be any better
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You could go back to normal but not better
You see it's not the "normal life" we need
It's a better life where disease are unheard of
Where we don't turn wondering what will hit us next
Normal isn't nearly better it's only a milage
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In normal life we laboured and toiled 9 to 5
We did our best to make every coin count
Trying and beating the odds to climb the ladder
But always fearing what would eventually brings us falling
We were always in a pandemic only it wasn't labeled so
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As long as it didn't hit home or someone we knew
It was okay, it's the way of life we said casually
But occasionally we would be victims
Then we would see life in true reality
Because when death glares we see things as we should
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So I call you to see beyond the normal
Don't settle for less problems when you can have none
Don't dream of less sickness when you could be free
Free yourself from the traps of this vain life
And embrace the offer of abundant eternal life that Jesus offers
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Sure, there was something good with our "normal life"
We had a bit more control on things and plans
At least some of us did! 
But it was a always a step away from a pandemic
And who knows what awaits after this one! 
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We pray that things get better while down here
But we should see this as a wake up call
To know what the world offers is really overrated
We need a better home with no viruses and fear of death
And Jesus went to make the perfect home for those who believe
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