The Christian JESUS Religion?

So I was on my way back from my sister’s place, after dropping off my nephew who’d come to visit me during their midterm. Okay, I had passed by a small gathering of Prophet Owuor’s people, hapo karibu na Kisumu ndogo. At first I didn’t give them attention, even though the worship was out of this world. They say “words speak to the heart, while songs speak to the soul”. But I did on my way back. Kunakuwaga na this jam that will start from nowhere around those areas and end at nowhere. I was kinda held up in the jam again, then I lowered my car windows to catch a hearing of what they were preaching.

You know what guys have been saying out here, men. I heard that they don’t preach[they just worship and celebrate, haha], and if they did, they’d be talking about their prophet. But meeen! I was shocked. A young lady was doing the preaching. She was about the age of our youngest. Twenty or twenty-four. I can’t vividly remember the verses, because I haven’t been a very regular Bible reader, hehe. So bear with me.
The two minutes I got stuck there, made me hear something that has kept me bothered till now.
She said that “the Lord has given all people time to repent, that is why he has taken long in coming back….. When he comes back, he will judge according to how you have disposed yourself to sin, and how you have caused others to sin…..” I couldn’t stand there for long, because those words cut my heart to pieces and the jam was now moving. I don’t know how long I was there, but all I remember is I didn’t hear her talk about their prophet, all I heard was repent for the Messiah is coming. Then how Jesus is gonna judge people meeen! It has been days now, but those words keep on echoing in my ears. I feel like I need to make my ways with Jesus. His coming felt so real to me this time around, waah!

About the dressing of their women, I have a first hand experience. My sister joined them in her third year, at the campus. You will be forgiven if you thought that her third year was the normal third year of the four years for undertaking a Bachelor of science in statistics. Nope! She had sustained reseats and retakes the previous year. Why? Because she had minimal time for studies, but had abundance for Sheree and lack of self-control even in classes. Party after party with devilish attires– call them fashion. I won’t mention our family’s church here, because it is a mainstream denomination. And our parents hold respectable positions there.

Back to my sister. She’d gotten into a certain group, should I say from Hell or what? A young lady from a honourable Christian family, with reputable and good cultured children. She is our fourth born in a family of six. One of our four girls. With me leading the pack. We came to know that our Laura [not her real name] was now smoker, alcoholic, keeping lesbian friends,party animal, defaulter of classes, disobedient, nude and pathetic dresser [when she is home, you’d want to cover your eyes whenever she is passing or sitting around. My dad complained till he did it no more. Mom on the other hand stopped her cursing and turned to public prayers for her daughter’s deliverance. It was real baad folks], loud speaker, amongst all other ills you can think of. Did I tell you that all these stuff begun in the second semester of her first year? Yes, it was then that she said that she cannot go to campus form home, because it was hectic commuting from our Buruburu house.

Our just retired dad and our soon to retire mom. Y’all know how hard it is to be in those ages. That chap is suffering from lifestyle diseases coupled by the absence of the trappings of ‘power’ and allowances that came with his small powerful position. All because of retirement. While my mom is not only suffering from lifestyle diseases, but with the fear of retiring three years early,not because of anything, except that she had lied in her registration for identity card. So that she could get a clerk job after form two exams. Then our Laura’s new acquired lifestyle added more miseries to their too much miseries. With the most being the Church family. Their respect was now punctured because of her.

She said that one day when she’d met some female students on her way to the arboretum to catch up with her gang before they were picked up for a party at one of their friend’s boyfriend’s birthday

They tried stopping her for a fellowship for quite a stride, till she finally gave in. Not because she wanted to listen to them, but because she wanted to give them a one serious free public lecture on stopping people on the way with their stupid evangelism. When she stopped, they all had reached. The three of them. All dressed up in their signature long coats, with neatly tied headscarves. No makeup (save for common facial care), or any artificial additions. Well trimmed girlish finger nails, with a ‘humble’ touch of perfume.

Their eyes were so innocent and concerned. They didn’t look at me with pity. Because if they did, like other evangelists did, I would have blocked them ASAP! They instead showed me concern, and care if not compassion. These are things that must not be spoken or done to an individual to hear it feel, they are heard or felt if they come from a genuine heart. So they begun by warm greetings, the asked if I’d give them a minute to share with me some ‘good news’ then they allow me proceed. I hadn’t planned for this, I wanted to bash them for stopping people who are on their errands for who knows what! One introduced the others, she looked mature in her young body. She had a certain confidence and aura that got made captivated. For the first time I was closer to a lady in this heavy clothes in a this godforsaken hot weather. She radiated an excellent beauty with an finite touch. This was beyond lusting at, all I could do is to surrender. Then sh begun talking to me about the good news.

“I wanted to talk to you about Jesus. He promised that he’d come back in John 14:1-3. And now that he’d talked about his coming back, it’s needless saying that there’s need for preparing to receive him. How do we then receive him? By repenting our sins and going back to holiness. He says that there’s no sin he can’t forgive. Apostle Paul was a certified murderer, but when he received Jesus, He forgave him and made him his special envoy. The Bible says that we also receive the same faith.” These words were not worth my time, so I decided to leave, then she asked me a question, “Do you know that his coming may happen after you are dead? What if you died in your sin yet he’d come and died for you, but because of the short pleasures of this world, you rejected him just like they did and killed him? Do you think he will be happy with you if you meet him after resurrection, because all will resurrect and face him in judgement? Will you face him and tell him to his face that he is not worthy of your time and life? Think about those questions my sister. The Lord Jesus loves you so much. Please love him too”. I continued with my journey that never ended at the arboretum. Instead I took another route to my room. Then parked a few clothes to home. I switched off my phones and shoved them in my bag till Monday morning. Good thing that I had no classes in the morning. I found many missed calls and messages from my friends, inquiring where I was or what had happened. I answered none.

Back at the apartment, I begun doing things differently. I broke all the alcoholic bottles and poured out the drinks. Threw away the cigarettes that I had. I don’t remember how I collected some of my stuffs and burned them. What I remember is that I couldn’t walk out, not because I didn’t want to, but because after I left those young preacher ladies, I felt naked, embarrassing to God, and pathetic in my ways. My roommate, who had been one of my party friend was shocked at this new phenomenon. She tried pestering me about what has caused all these. She thought it was from my family. What she didn’t know was that I met someone more than a family. Because when that young preacher(I can’t remember their names) talked to me, I felt like it was Him(Jesus) talking to me. I borrowed a course mate some monetary assistance, and luckily being in my side, she did grant my request. I went to Gikosh and bought some long dresses, long skirts and modest tops. It wasn’t easy, but I had to. Why? Because I felt naked in my initial dressing.

I begun joining the Repentance and Holiness Students fellowship in the evening, then on Sundays too. I stopped smoking and partying. How the desire for alcohol disappeared, I can’t explain. About them friends? I wanted to keep them, but they begun running away from me. I didn’t understand why. I thank God some of them are since gotten born again too.” Our Laura sent us a WhatsApp message, after we realised that she no longer called to demand for money from any of us. We just sent her so that she doesn’t be in need that can worsen the already worse situation.

Allow me submit to you that when our Laura came home at the end of the semester, we couldn’t believe our eyes! Our Laura was dressed up like those ladies of Dr Owuor’s church. You’d think that an angel resembling my sister dropped down from heaven. Everybody was shocked! Her coming coincided with our last born’s birthday. Thus everybody was at home. With some invited family and friends. We couldn’t believe our eyes pals. The shock didn’t allow anyone talk about what our eyes fed out minds and hearts, except for our birthday girl who couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

She greeted everybody,got into her room, and came out with other wondrous clothes. A beautiful maxi dress with a certain designer kind of blazer. She was a beautiful site to behold. Something must have happened to our Laura, that brought about this incredible change. Even though we had reservations for that church, the good that came with our sister joining them outdid our fears.