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Paid In Full

Josiah — Mon, 24 Sep 2012 11:38:15 +0000

“Perhaps you’ve seen images or heard descriptions of what Jesus went through on the cross. It was the most gruesome and most tormenting death that the Roman authorities of that time could produce. It was carried out by highly skilled Roman guards who were trained to inflict the most pain over the longest period of time. It was a slow and brutal method of execution, not to mention the most publicly humiliating way to die. The pain was so bad that we even created a new word to describe it – excruciating (Latin: crux – cross, crucifixion).”

(Chapter 8 – Paid in Full, pg 63)

From Cary Schmidt’s Done.: What most religions don’t tell you about the Bible

Kindle version still 0.00$

The Valley of Vision

Josiah — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 06:15:11 +0000

Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, You have brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see You in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold your glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime, stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Your stars shine; let me find Your light in my darkness, Your life in my death, Your joy in my sorrow, Your grace in my sin, Your riches in my poverty, Your glory in my valley.

(Adapted from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers & Devotions)

Isaiah 22

Prices: Up and up

Josiah — Mon, 14 Nov 2011 17:58:53 +0000

The cost of fuel is up yet again, and as a result, the cost of living goes up again.
A litre of petrol cost me 94 bob on the first day of 2011. From tomorrow, the equivalent quantity will cost 124.13 bob representing a 24 % increase in less than a year, and now at its highest levels ever. The ripple effect will be an increase in cost of basic commodities: food stuffs, given the economy’s reliance on fossil fuel.

Graphically:

God Moves

Josiah — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 06:34:38 +0000

Number8 Album Launch: REBUILDING

Josiah — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 07:31:47 +0000

After 5 years of being a written and performing poet [Spoken Word artist], Number8 launches his debut album, REBUILDING on Saturday 10th September. This will be done through a concert that, just like the album, will take you through a grace-laced journey of faith.

NOTE: There will be two identical events on the same day. The first will be at 2-4pm and the second one will be at 5-7pm.

CHARGES: 250 Shillings.

Get tickets from WELLS BOOKSHOP – NAKUMATT LIFESTYLE, 1ST FLOOR. Alternatively, buy using MPESA on 0725782227. First, call Rose on this number to confirm availability for the show you want and afterwards buy on the same number. Or if I (Number8) am at a gig, you can get from me then…! BUT, GET YOUR TICKETS IN ADVANCE – VERY IMPORTANT. Shalom… #Rebuilding

State of The Church

Josiah — Sat, 06 Aug 2011 17:05:27 +0000

Just came across this clip.

In Christ Alone

Josiah — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 09:51:44 +0000

One of my favourite hymns:

In Christ alone my hope is found,
He is my light, my strength, my song;
this Cornerstone, this solid Ground,
firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
when fears are stilled, when strivings cease!
My Comforter, my All in All,
here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone! who took on flesh
Fulness of God in helpless babe!
This gift of love and righteousness
Scorned by the ones he came to save:
Till on that cross as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied -
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain:
Then bursting forth in glorious Day
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me,
For I am His and He is mine -
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.

No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the power of Christ in me;
From life’s first cry to final breath.
Jesus commands my destiny.
No power of hell, no scheme of man,
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home,
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.

Tomatoes!

Josiah — Thu, 27 Jan 2011 09:04:03 +0000

Want some of these?

Wholesale and retail (depending on location).

Ruai Girls High School

Josiah — Thu, 25 Nov 2010 17:23:01 +0000

In less than year since its inception, Ruai Girls High School has moved from rather humble beginnings to mortar and stone structures. A sense of order pervades the entire compound of the school that is situated on Kangundo Road, a few minutes from the intersection with the Eastern bypass.

Most of the students are from poor backgrounds and many cannot afford school fees. A sizeable number were raised by a single parent or grandparent. Initially, the school was started as a mixed school, but the school board opted to change it to a girls school and are now in this process.

The impact of the Constituency Development Fund can be clearly seen as, without this, it would have been very difficult for the school buildings to grow beyond the basic structures.

If you or your organization would like to partner with Ruai Girls High School, pay them a visit, or give me a shout.

Love Divine

Josiah — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 12:04:09 +0000

When I survey the wondrous cross

On which the Prince of glory died,

My richest gain I count but loss,

And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,

Save in the death of Christ my God!

All the vain things that charm me most,

I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,

Sorrow and love flow mingled down!

Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,

Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

His dying crimson, like a robe,

Spreads o’er His body on the tree;

Then I am dead to all the globe,

And all the globe is dead to me.

Were the whole realm of nature mine,

That were a present far too small;

Love so amazing, so divine,

Demands my soul, my life, my all.

Isaac Watts (1674-1748)