This World Is Not Our Home

In the bustling city of Nairobi, Kenya, where the sun rose over a skyline tainted with smog and the echoes of discontent reverberated through the streets, lived a man named Elijah. He was a journalist by profession, dedicated to uncovering truths buried beneath layers of corruption and deception that plagued his country.

Elijah's days were consumed by relentless investigations into government scandals and human rights abuses. Each headline he penned revealed a darker side of Kenya, where protests erupted sporadically, abductions silenced dissenting voices, killings went unpunished, and corruption thrived like a cancer.

One evening, after a particularly harrowing day of interviews with families of missing activists and victims of police brutality, Elijah found himself standing by the window of his modest apartment. The distant sounds of sirens and the restless city below were a stark reminder of the unrest that gripped Kenya.

In that moment, Elijah remembered the words he had read in the Bible, Hebrews 13:14-15: "For here we do not have a lasting city, but we are seeking the city which is to come. Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name."

Those words resonated deeply within him. He realized that despite his tireless efforts to expose injustice and bring about change, this world was not his true home. His soul yearned for a place where righteousness prevailed, where justice flowed like a river, and where peace reigned eternal.

That night, Elijah made a decision. He packed a small bag with essentials: a change of clothes, his worn Bible, and a few belongings that held sentimental value. With a heavy heart yet a resolute spirit, he quietly left his apartment and embarked on a journey into the unknown.

He traveled through villages where the air was sweet with the scent of wildflowers and the people greeted him with warm smiles. In these remote corners of Kenya, far removed from the chaos of the city, Elijah found solace in the simplicity of everyday life. He listened to stories of resilience and hope, stories that spoke of a faith that transcended earthly trials.

One evening, as he sat around a crackling fire with a group of elders beneath a canopy of stars, Elijah shared his journey and his belief in a city to come, where justice and peace would reign supreme. The elders nodded in understanding, their weathered faces illuminated by the firelight.

"Mzee Elijah," one elder spoke softly, "we have lived through many hardships in our land. But we hold onto the hope that there is a better place awaiting us, a city where our struggles will be no more."

Elijah felt a sense of kinship with these wise elders, whose faith mirrored his own. They understood that their true home was not bound by earthly boundaries or corrupted by human frailties. Together, they prayed for their nation, for healing and restoration, knowing that their voices, though small, carried a divine promise of redemption.

Months turned into years as Elijah continued his journey across Kenya, documenting stories of resilience and resistance, and sharing the message of hope that sustained him. He returned to Nairobi periodically, where the struggles persisted, but his perspective had shifted. He no longer saw himself as a mere journalist uncovering truths, but as a pilgrim on a spiritual journey, offering up a sacrifice of praise in the face of adversity.

As he stood once more by the window of his apartment in Nairobi, the skyline shimmering in the fading light of day, Elijah felt a profound sense of peace. The protests, abductions, killings, and corruption still plagued his homeland, but he knew that his true citizenship lay in a city not made with human hands, where justice and righteousness would forever dwell.

With a heart full of gratitude, Elijah offered a prayer of thanksgiving, knowing that his work was not in vain. He had glimpsed a glimpse of the city which is to come, and it fueled his resolve to continue striving for a better future, both for his fellow Kenyans and for generations yet to come.

Let’s pray for our country Kenya.

Pray for our leaders.

Pray for the young men and women; Gen Z’s and millennials.

May peace prevail. 🙏

Ecclesiastes‬ ‭12‬:‭13‬-‭14‬

13 Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is the whole duty of man. 

14 For God shall bring every work into judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good, or whether it be evil.

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