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Esther Wamae Ngigi

My friend, Craig Hanson, four other friends, and I have been meeting at 7am on Saturday mornings for years. This past Saturday Craig stopped our discussion to remember and honor Esther Wamae Ngigi.  The rest of us did not know Esther (she was called “Esta”). Esta was a native Kenyan. She and her husband came to the US to work. She worked as a contractor for Deloitte (the same company as Craig) in Philadelphia. As a contractor she was not in a senior role at Deloitte but she had a quiet, profound impact on those around her. She was open about her faith in Jesus and had a delightful and grateful demeanor. As Craig said, “she was a light to the world”. Esta was in her 40s. She and her husband had returned to their home country of Kenya to work in an orphanage. While there, Esther contracted an infection. Her initial medical treatment was inadequate and by the time she got to a place where the right treatment could be administered, it was too late. After her recent death, those she worked with at Deloitte remembered her and her ways and her impact on them.

“Pure and undefiled religion in the sight of our God and Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their distress…..”(James 1:27).

Esther was no little person. I wish I had known her.

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A work in progress

It’s not that You’re mine that makes You God, for there is no other                                                                                                                   It’s not that I pray that makes You merciful, for Your mercies are new each day                                                                                          It’s not that I worship that makes You worthy, for You are holy, holy, holy                                                                                                It’s not that you satisfy me that makes You sufficient, for You are the Bread of Life

How can a consuming fire be the One Who is tender with me?                                                                                                               How can the One Who holds the galaxies in balance know my name?                                                                                                How can the One Who terrified Moses be my Shepherd?                                                                                                                         How can One with such mighty hands make a bug?

What do I worship?                                                                                                                                                                                              What do I make?                                                                                                                                                                                                         A piece of wood to carve and take?                                                                                                                                                                       The One I worship carries me.                                                                                                                                                                            How could I worship without His enlightening my mind?                                                                                                                      How could He resonate in my soul unless He made me to resonate?

Lift me to where You are                                                                                                                                                                                              Give me eyes to see as You see                                                                                                                                                                       Forgive my inadequate picture of Who You are                                                                                                                                        Forgive my feeble words                                                                                                                                                                                    Enable me to delight You

Let me talk like You’re in the room, for You are                                                                                                                                                Let me know Who I am talking to that I may pray right                                                                                                                               Let me know who I am that I may pray right

You don’t join my cause. I join Yours.                                                                                                                                                                 May I do what I see You doing

For from Him and through Him and to Him                                                                                                                                                    are all things, all things, all things                                                                                                                                                                     To Him be the glory forever and ever and ever

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