True vessel of honor; Mami wee wanjiarire (Mother you who bore me.)

I deep love to hand me life you went ahead,

Ahead to conceive in the hope that I may be,

For months you carried me in your body in love,

Laboured, sacrificed and suffered that one day I may be,

In deep labour you ushered me into this beautiful world,

Tears of sincere joy flew down your face on witnessing my day 1,

A true vessel of honour and hope you are mummy.

Your tender heart and hands holding me close to your care,

On your chest and arms I sat and slept like a prince,

With your hands, wiping, cleaning, walking and feeding me,

Your face inspiring, smiling, watching and hoping in me,

Your legs carrying, walking, working and figting for me, 

Your words teaching, warning, advising and encouraging me,

A true vessel of honour and hope you are mummy.

You taught me to believe in myself, by trusting me in my naivety,

You taught me to pray always, by praying for me ceaselessly,

You taught me to love sincerely, by loving me unconditionally,

You taught me to serve wholeheartedly, by serving me unwaveringly,

You taught me to work with others, by working with me in my inexperience,

You taught me to behave, by disciplining me continually and understandeably,

A true vessel of honour and hope you are mummy.

I cannot afford to give everything back mummy, but my best shall I give,

To keep you growing strong in faith, I will always trust you and pray for you,

To keep you smiling in hope, I will always love and care for you,

To keep you happy and content, I will always value your deeds and prayers,

To keep you praying forever, I will always share my struggles and troubles with you,

From deep within my heart and soul, I will always remain thankful to you,

A true vessel of honour and hope you are mummy.

Special dedication to all mothers on the mothering day,

by Newton G on 10 Feb 2013.

The Life Safari experience of Grace ...

I

I set off for a long safari,

Only I knew about this long safari,

Power to carry on or abandon it lay within it,

I thought!

Deep down the valley I carefully trend,

Each step building more suspicion and caution,

A smooth deep voice kept whispering,

"The way in is the only way out,"

In a tremor I wasn't sure what lived in me,

I kept on into the inner shelves,

The wind blew as the storms gathered,

I shivered in trepidation

The eyes of my heart did the digging,

Uncovering the massive roots of myself,

Wait! I was lost inside my own house,

Along the roots lines I walked my eyes,

Though lost at their core and epitome source,

Their destination was me,

In awe the revelation seemed unbelievable,

The root of every virtue and every vice,

The root to every strength and every weakness,

The root to every success and every failure,

The root to everything and anything,

I felt helplessly lost at the core of my own true Identity,

A sharp breeze of discomfort blew from behind,

I dared to turn and face it,

Its intensity grew bigger and wild,

I could no longer stop the safari either.

My heart's eyes dug deeper and faster,

My mouth opened higher and wider,

At the glance of the biggest root within,

Its eyes and mouth spitting terror,

In its inimical and inglorious nature,

Scared and horrified I sank into its grip,

The root had coiled all round my being,

I knew it all yet knew not the way out of it all,

I felt the weight of my entire being,

I could never lift it alone,

Severe self separation since sacrilege sentence,

Iniquity inviting individually intractable interruption,

Negligently neutralizing necessary noble nativity,

SIN root had clamped me inside,

Wounded soldier leaning on his riffle,

Two options before me stood;

Simply accept and move on with life,

The second option stood blank,

Simply accept? it was a No!

No to living with the scaring root forever,

Yet I knew not how to -

 Rid it or myself from either,

Helplessly and hopelessly I stared at it,

The long safari had hit a huge hedge,

Heart’s eyes roamed about in search for a solution,

It was beyond me to stay or to go,

Restless and disturbed I sighed,

Inside the trappings of the dark root I mourned,

II

Body soul heart anguished in powerlessness,

The silence had become so loud to bear,

Then! 

First a whirling wind sound,

With my entirety took a long deep breath,

Then the thunder of heavy footsteps approaching,

Like a soldier's grip on a riffle ready to act,

The roots grip got tighter onto me,

With the steps getting closer,

I saw the light rays through the root gaps,

In super-fast spiral-wavy like movement,

The root sought to block the rays,

Inside my hearts some rays converged,

Their heat ignited a soft voice,

I surrender!

Hitting the walls of the root,

The voice echoed back to me,

I surrender!

Hitting the walls of the root,

The voice echoed back to me again,

The rays got closer and brighter,

Their heat got warmer and fresher,

In total dismally and dismay,

The roots darkness bowed reverently to the light,

The beams of light were now wet,

Sprinkles of the blood accompanying,

Portion of the wall had fallen off with a thud,

The power in the bloodied beam had destroyed it.

My ignited heart started digging into the beam,

As I went into my knees in surrender,

Three things were glowing behind the beam,

Two bleeding arms and a face nailed to the cross,

One arm held with mighty power onto the root,

The other spread towards me with great light,

From the face a voice called;

“Come to me... Come to me...”

I longed to,

But!

Still cramped in the SIN root

With the energy drawn from His face's light,

My entirety's hand spread and held his mighty arm,

His other arm grabbed the SIN root,

Towards the blood flowing cross we headed,

The two arms carrying me and the root,

I smelt something remorse and sad,

Death I thought!

His face's voice into mine ears whispered,

“Die with me and live with me...,

Die with me and live with me...,”

Way to the cross,

Only way forward the voice revealed,

I had reached the cross with him I hang,

There He bore all my pain shame and guilt, 

In deep humility watched me the undeserving;

Such I would never have afforded,

Not even with my entire life.

As His eyes closed in death,

With a lightening flash,

The SIN root had all dried up,

For me the undeserving,

God's wrath the Son mercifully satisfying,

His eyes opening in new life,

Mine too He opened with great love,

Dead with Him, alive with Him

A new eternal root in me he planted 

He grafted it into himself,

Giving me a new life,

Justified freely by the unmerited favour,

I bowed in worship to the Almighty

 Not by my works! Not by my life! Not my blood!

Not my righteous deeds under the law!

But!

Through faith in Jesus Christ,

I have freely received...

God's

Riches

At

Christ's

Expense

The Safari was never mine,

My safari was inside the Safari,

I'm in the Safari,

With the Author of the safari I journey;

Come ye all people, come ye all nations and see.

Reflections on the SALVATION,

By Newton John Gatambia

On 11/05/2013,

To God be glory and all the praise.

The greatest Story ever;

The greatest Story ever;

Sat down and perfectly ready was the Storywriter,

With a pen and paper in His hands He started writing it,

Six days and six nights the story was perfectly complete,

To one Character He gives his image and the duty to steward,

Resting on day seven He celebrates the super-perfect script,

Standing back he admires every portion of the story,

In perfect beauty and completeness the Story is flawless.

All Characters are alive as they harmoniously blossom,

The Storywriter gives the manual to the image holder,

Manual on the right way into the perfect plan of life in the story,

To the Image holder he gives all the necessary guidance and..,

Death warning on eating of the tree of knowledge of good and evil,

The Image holder enjoys the harmonious blossom,

In perfect beauty and completeness the Story is flawless.

But lo! There comes the devious schemer,

With the fake manual in his hands he smiles to the Image holders,

With a lying tongue he introduces his scheme of disobedience,

The image holder falls for the inferior script disobeying the Storywriter,

He rebelliously hopes to be equal to the Storywriter,

Ignoring the Storywriter’s warning He chains his own destiny,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story is evilly abandoned.

In a sudden turn of events comes the fall of the image holders,

The image holder regretfully discovers the deep stain on him,

He is sunk into an inferior manual from the devious schemer,

Blinded not to see the perfect script again he is guilty and ashamed,

From a distance he hears the Storywriter approaching ...,

Not able to face the Perfect One he disappears into hiding,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story is evilly abandoned.

At the cool of the day arrives the Storywriter,

In search of the image holder he calls him out,

He pities the image holder sunk in an inferior script,

He is deeply offended by the Image Holder’s disobedience,

Standing on his Truth and Justice he punishes the characters,

Out of the original script the Image holder is banished,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story stands justly condemned.

The death penalty begins as the characters are lost in deceit,

Lost beyond measure they remain against the Master Plan,

Blinded by the fake manual the Image holder can’t see the perfect plan,

The Storywriter is hurt by the Image holder’s continued disobedience,

He sets rules and regulations to command the Image holder,

The Storywriter has not given up on the image holder yet,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story He longs to restore.

In humility and love for the image holder the Storywriter enters the story,

The Storywriter becomes a Character on a mission in His own story,

He lives among the other characters as a perfect example of the perfect plan,

He is on a mission to restore the perfection and the supremacy of the Story,

He takes up the condemnation and the death penalty in becoming the sin,

The devious schemer is troubled and he longs to terminate the salvation plan,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story He starts to restore.

The Storywriter facing his own Justice principles faces death for all,

In his great mercies He painfully heads to the cross without fear,

Though humiliated by the image holder he does not abandon his mission,

The Storywriter faces our justly deserved punishment by Him for us,

His death destroys the stained page as his resurrection opens a new page,

This is my story, your story our story – The greatest story ever,

The perfect beautiful and complete Story He faithfully restores.

The Storywriter had it within Him and He calls it the light of the world,

All Characters have to know and believe the restored story,

The story that holds the indestructible hope given by its own author,

The story that has and will shape the destiny of all the creation,

This great story is the way the truth and the light on all and for all,

Many will come and go but the Story lives forever and ever,

The restored, perfect, beautiful and complete Story our only redemption.

Reflecting on God’s great and perfect plan for mankind,

Newton John Gatambia,

07/05/2013.

My Soul longs to worship you God.

From the nucleus of my life,
Where I am deeply knitted into one,
From the finest things under all heavens,
Where I source my ultimate Identity,
From the axis of my entire being,
Where the loudest silence dwells,
From the interior of my solitude,
where the brightest hope springs from,
From the innermost of my true self,
where emotions and feelings flow,
From the original map of my destiny,
Where my Creator's breath resonates,
From the root of all my energy and power,
Where I was inflamed with the special longing,
From the epitome of my Master's Image,
Where love, hope, peace and joy sparks,
By God's enabling power,
I shall love and worship the Lord my God,
I shall love my neighbor,
With all my soul I shall do it.
Amen.

10-04-2013

Newton John Gatambia.

the rosy blossom...

A love journey that is in the past

For many days we were in a journey of two,

We had been walking through a story together, 

We had held our hearts and hands all along,

We were at the core of a thick forest,

The grassy path seemed to have reached a dead end,

Our eyes could not see the way forward,

Suddenly the rosy blossom started to run back,

I had nos single clue what had gone wrong,

Two prayers in my heart I whispered;

"that there would be another path,

that the rosy blossom would once tell me the story,"

Waited for seconds, minutes and hours - no answer,

Darkness set in slowly but surely,

I set off in a sprint following the rosy blossom,

two prayers in my heart miming,

"will the darkness pause for a while?

Will my feeble legs carry the heavy heart all the way?"

for seconds, minutes and hours - no signs,

Panting loudly my soul sank down,

Went down into my knees in disbelief,

tears rolling down my chicks in deep hurt,

felt like shouting out loud; "the rosy blossom"

Yes! I did indeed shout, with all my voice I did it,

I only heard harsh echoes of my own shouts,

the whole night all alone in the thick forest,

I longed for the one my heart had known.

I stared at the flower we ha carried all along,

In-front of my heart and eyes it slowly withered,

Half of its petals had already fallen off,

I helplessly watched its stalk coil round,

I had been holding it close to my heart all night long,

What a long sorrowful night it had been,

by dawn-break my two eyes were swollen,

I opened the book where our stories we wrote,

my tears had wet the entire story's writings,

Sadly all the writings has faded away,

I sat down and mourned as my hopes got drier and drier,

a hope string I had once held on was all gone,

the faith path appeared and I started leaving the forest.

I had not realized I was already inside the birds body,

flying to a far away land I now knew I was,

In the smoothness of the new path I felt a newness,

the rosy blossom appeared vividly across the screen,

not giving me the ever lovely attention I sighed,

Neither my words nor my smile was noticed,

I needed my piece back and so I humbly asked for it,

She had taken her peace away already when she had run back,

I insisted to be given back but she ignored me,

In anguish I started to walk away leaving it behind,

After a short distance I must get it back,

As I slowly turned back she threw my it towards me,

I so quickly reached to it before it slapped the ground.

Quickly and carefully fitting it back I started to walk away,

I regretted the wasted past as I celebrated the new path,

Carrying the many lessons with me I hoped she also did,

As I bid her goodbye my heart spoke two prayers,

"may she be found by her peace and piece in life ahead

that I too would find my true peace and piece in life,"

I felt a new smooth weight in my jacket's heart pocket,

Carefully reaching my pocket I drew out the smooth weight,

It was a brand new book and a brand new pen, 

I knew they were from the Author of my life story,

In gratitude I knelt down and prayed in faith for the story,

I believed it was time to write the story,

at His pace we continue to write and walk it to the end.

true and deep reflections,
By Newton Gatambia,
29/04/2013.

I have been to the Well of wells, I have drank of His water.

On a normal routine I walked to the well,
Overtaken by the physical thirst I longed for a drink,
In the flow of my thoughts I walked down the hill,
I met the Man who knew my all in all,
His face shining with the true light I felt a lift,
I was at the Well of wells he told me,
I felt my soul's mouth open in eternal thirst,

His light shining on my entirety I felt naked before the Truth,
Within him I read the lines of my entire life story,
Narrating it more plainly than I could, my mouth opened in surprise,
Even in total dismay I found the way to my knees in total surrender,
His mighty arm touching the feeble mine, my soul's thirst was quenched,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

In the flow of His eternal water I became a new creation,
Completely gone was my soul's eternal thirst,
The weight of his precious grace and his pure joy gave me strength, 
Before Him all my chains and burdens were drawn away,
The smooth and soft breeze of true freedom and hope soothed my heart,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

In total surrender I had given up all my old Identity,
My deeply held ethnic and world view biases were washed away,
Neither my stereotyped and prejudiced self stood anymore,
Nor did the old dirty and patched garment of the old remain,
In deep humility I bowed to the righteous King enjoying the new me,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

Behold what a cleansing opportunity of all my transgressions and sins, 
Behold what a refreshing experience stepping into the journey of faith in hope,
Behold what a showering event as his grace was lavished onto me,
Behold what a quenching experience as His Spirit was in mercy poured onto me,
Behold what a baptism into His death and rising in new life,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

And now I run to all my friends and family,

And now I run to all villages of the nation,

And now I run to all nations of the world,

And now like the Samaritan woman I invite them all to the Well,

To the Well of wells to drink the Water of life,

I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

To those who are ensnared in their transgressions and sins, 

To those who mourn in the pain and desperation of life,

To those enslaved by the worldly greed and lust,

To those whose souls are thirsty in longing for fulfillment,

To the entire Creation will  Invite to the Well of wells,

I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

I will carry on the invitation in life and in death,
I will carry on in times of acceptances and in times of persecutions,
I will carry on in times of trust and in times of being doubted,
I will carry on the great commission for the Well is with me,
I will carry on till all are quenched of the Water of Life,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life, 

Yet not alone but with the Well himself I go,
Yet not alone but with many who have drunk of the Well,
Yet not alone but with many others who were all once thirsty,
Yet not a lone but with many who trust the Water from the Well,
Yet not alone but with many in all corners of the world,
I have been to the Well of wells,
I have had a drink of the Water of Life. 

By Newton Gatambia,

23rd April 2013

H4WinJC.

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in The Highest

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!

Hosanna!Hosanna to the Son of the Most High God,

Hosanna!Hosanna to the King of kings,

Hosanna!Hosanna to the Wonderful Counselor,

Hosanna!Hosanna to Our Redemption,

Hosanna!Hosanna to the Atoning Sacrifice for our sins,

Hosanna!Hosanna to Our Resurrection and Life,

Hosanna!Hosanna to the Light of the World.

Hosanna! you have Loved us and Chosen us,

Hosanna! you have Forgiven us our sins,

Hosanna! you have Resurrected us from death,

Hosanna! you have taken away all our Condemnation,

Hosanna! you have Justified us before the law,

Hosanna! you have given us Freedom,

Hosanna! you have given us Eternal Life,

Hosanna! we Love you and we Believe in you,

Hosanna! we Worship and we Praise you,

Hosanna! In Faith and Hope we follow you,

Hosanna! In Obedience we abide in you,

Hosanna! In Humility we Serve and Lift you,

Hosanna! In Sincerity help us to Love your creation,

Hosanna! by prayer and petition, thankfully help us seek, 

Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!

For Palm Sunday 2013. @ H4WinJC.