by By Philip Gitau
The Gardener of Kilifi’s great baobabs. The Plumber of the ever flowing Nzoia river. The skillful Artist who paints our evenings glowing orange and like a dutiful dorm matron turns off the main light leaving us with ‘fairy’ ones against a black canvas. The Cleaner who bleaches Diani’s beaches brilliant white by blue water. The Nutritionist whose greens turn brown, pink, red, white and peach inside our biological machines, sustaining them, housing our souls. Truly there’s only One on whom all wonder, all bewilderment and all fixation should be.
Then there’s the thin slice of night light that grows into a perfectly round ball over a month. Surrounded by the twinkling ones. Some clever ones see no Designer in the dazzling of the night. Yet a nicely crafted watch, they obviously ascribe to meticulous Swiss hands.
When they look at the moon that keeps way more accurate cycles than Zürich’s finest chronographs, alas! They cannot perceive a glorious Designer.
Oh that scales may fall off! Oh that the puffed may be deflated. “Since earliest times men have seen the earth and sky and all God made, and have known of his existence and great eternal power. So they will have no excuse when they stand before God at Judgment Day.” Romans 1:20 Living Bible
We can’t explain how our souls come alive, neither can we the wonderuous architecture of our first housing, the womb. We awaken almost suddenly, to the reality of earth. Yet our awareness is not quite that abrupt, our minds bloom day by day to the complexity of our surroundings, of fellow earthlings.
If our birth is mystical what shall we say of how the soul will go silent? How it will no longer interact with loved ones, cease the laughter with friends, how it shall exit the known world?We must wonder and be humble about these two great happenings during our days between birth and death. We have to seek the Master of Womb, the Timekeeper of the death knell. For we know nothing of the major events in life. Help us LORD.
“The heavens are telling of the glory of God…Day to day pours forth speech, And night to night reveals knowledge. There is no speech, nor are there words; Their voice is not heard. Their line has gone out through all the earth, And their utterances to the end of the world.” Psalms 19:1-4 NASB
Lord of all creation, Your Majesty…Receive all honor and praise.
