Of importance is life

Of importance is life – with God

Social media cannot agree where this came from – there was a debate some time back – I forget on

which group. I think, but I may be wrong, that it was originally writing by a member of Kilimani Mums, or one of its myriad breakaway groups, who after a facebook soliloquy of her life and times, signed off with “cha muhimu ni uhai”. Of importance is life.

I agree. Because life as we and google know it - the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death - is the only thing that makes me, me. Plus its the only thing that’s brought me here, and its end – death – is what takes me out of here. So for my stay here on earth, of importance is life.

But what is life? Where did it start? What starts life? What is its purpose? Where does life go? What is the meaning of life?

Recently in a class I am attending, the lecturer told us, we can only see things in perspective after the event. Then you clearly understand the purpose and meaning of what happened and can assign clear cause and responsibility to what is in retrospect clearly apparent. Meaning – that the question – what is life, will be answered after life? Somehow, I cannot wait, and yet I will.

This, by the way, is not the only major question I have. I have a list of questions, including Stonehenge and its like, crop circles, near death experiences, Mayan and Egyptian pyramids, the Bermuda triangle, skeletons of giants, extra terrestrials, new world orders, why was Mary Magdalene framed, predestination versus free will, why the devil, etcetera etcetera.

So meanwhile I wonder on life – in all its glory and myriad miseries. The later part – misery, brings me to a single documented life that suffered misery – Job. I’ve recently heard or read somewhere [cannot remember where], that the book of Job is not supposed to be in the bible – google-it if you wish. Because it doesn’t fit into the bible narrative. They do not know who Job was, why he appears and how he ties into the God’s story, His-story for man. I do not know “who” they are, but they said it. If they said it, it was true to them.

But anyhows, there is Job. With one disaster after another landing on him. Because why? Because God. God actually tells satan, go after that guy. He basically says – I have a guy I need to you to sort out for me. And boy does satan work it. He touches everything, destroys everything, kills everything, apart from take Job’s life and that of his wife. I always wondered why the wife wasn’t touched. Was it because wife rhymes with life? Only God and satan know.

I digress – I want to talk about the life of Job. I think I’ve talked about Job before, it seems I like Job. I wouldn’t wish anything that Job went through on my worst enemy. And I haven’t met a declared enemy of mine, covertly enemy-like I have met, but not declared. My truth to tell – I’d snatch the rewards sans the pain, any day, from my worst declared enemy. The reward - a life with God, for God, with God. A life that’s the result of saying and doing - that no matter what I am with God. I am in God. And God is in me. What a life!!

That ‘s what life is. Of importance is life – with God.

Can I hear an Amen?

And all God’s people said – Amen.

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