The ONE Worship Experience, In Review

   I am still partially convinced that it was the year 2012, November the 23rd that the king Uzziah died, because on that day, I saw the LORD, high and exalted, seated on a throne and the train of His robe filled the temple.
It was such an awesome evening of worship at the ONE Worship Experience, hosted at the Nairobi Baptist Church, and if you missed it, you missed out...good thing is that God is infinite, He never runs out. He's no quitter, He never walks out. *that line will mos def be in my next piece.*

   The event scheduled to start at 6.30pm had folk trickling in way before time with the worship team up and ready; the instrumentalists on their instruments, the vocalists on their mics and the sound team ready with their cues/visual display.
I must say that the team was smartly dressed. Now, I am no fashion blogger or fabric enthusiast (though I am known to...*I bind you spirit of pride*...) but it was obvious that colour-blocking, (if it is the phenomenon where contrasting colours are worn at the same time, say yellow shirt and purple pants) was the theme, and it worked out perfectly, for the ladies of course. The men, save one or two who were really bold and brought out the colours well, shunned from the bright outfits. In not-a-fashionista's words, there was a lot of yellow, orange, green, red, blue, purple and other very bright colours on that stage and any two of these would be found on any one of the ONE Worship team members. The colourful sight was accentuated by the vivid lighting and decor of the room, which I am fairly sure missed the attention of many, not only because the whole team was composed of very beautiful ladies and handsome men *one would think that looks were a criteria for joining the team* but also because most eyes were and would be naturally closed during the intimate moments of worship.
On to the singing, which started on an upbeat with fast paced songs, commonly referred to as Praise songs. Then there was the throwback session that lead worshipers in some old praise jams that we (I am not young) did back in the day, jams such as "Nimetafuta milima mabonde na sikupata mwingine, Eeh!" and "Mimi siachi neno la bwana" among others of our time. The vocalists were on key, the instrumentalists knew for sure that their audience was God as one would tell there was unity amongst them with none trying to outshine the other. Time to time, a keen musician would notice the Keyboardist looking at the drummer and base guitarist as they did breaks together. The subtle violinist would play as if in her own world, yet united with the rest of the team in an unction that could only be divine. Same for the guitarists and the effects keyboard. I didn't see a tambourine guy though...
Each of the leaders (of the various songs that were building up to the theme, Holy holy holy is the Lord almighty) was immensely talented with vocal abilities that would only be described as angelic and the crowd would appreciate by interrupting their solos with whistles and "Eish!"-es.
The crowd did not disappoint as they gave in to dancing and singing along, freely worshiping God. Of course there never misses one or two who just stand unmoved yet reached by the mighty wind of the Holy Spirit. The tempo changed to the slow, otherwise known as worship songs and soon hands were lifted in worship. 
Then came the ethereal moment when the Revelation song was sang, the moment when He was clothed in rainbow of living colours, flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder...That moment, when the need for Oneness with God was truly felt as the house sang the Agnus Dei which was followed by a brief word broken by Pastor Pinto in pieces assimilable  for any worshiper, after which the singing continued.
The night was ended on a celebratory note with popular throwback songs such as "Yesu wee nakupenda" and "Nibebe, nibebe nibebe nibebe, nibembeleze nibebe...*Ghai!! Somebody stop me*..." And it was evident that folks didn't want to leave.
The experience, (on a personal level) was for me a foresight of the day I will become One with Christ when He presents us (the Church) to Himself, a glorious bride, without spot, wrinkle or blemish, Eph 5:27, and I cannot wait for that day. In typical high-school-composition-ending, it was the night I will never forget.

For His glory, 
Benjamin Sulle.

The Love Letters #1

P.O. Box 50731,

00200 - Nairobi.

Riruta Satellite.

06-Oct-2012.

Dear ...

     I must admit that I have been so out of touch with letter-writing that I do not even remember where greetings come in or whether I should just skip them and move on to the gist. I will still give my greetings to you all the same, warmly so, and while we are at it,  would you please do something for me..? Please? Thanks! :-) Take your right hand and put it on your left shoulder and your left hand on your right shoulder. Then close your eyes for a minute and think of this as me hugging you :-*

It is what I do sometimes when I really miss you, and even though it does not suffice, it makes me sleep better at night and leads me on to dream that soon you will be the one that I will be holding.

     I am doing OK and hope that you are doing good too, but I rather hear it from you, or better yet, read it when you write me :-) It is just two weeks since we were together and in the period since, time has confused me totally. Sometimes it feels like it was just yesterday and the next moment it seems like it's been forever! Bottom-line? I really miss you.

Every morning when I pray, I more than mention you to God and mention myself soon after, so you can guess what my prayer is...

     Lately I have been searching; searching for a very important thing I lost when I met you; a piece of my heart, the piece of my heart that I am fairly certain is with you...I really don't want it back, I just want to be sure that it is you that's got it ;) And I hope you're trying to find yours too... :)

     I look forward with great anticipation to hear from you, but with even greater anticipation to be with you and to break words, laughter and bread. Until then, I can only count days, hours, minutes...something which missing you has caused me to become a master of.

     I pray that these feelings I have for you are mutual, but above all, for God's blessings to be on you and His continuous grace to always redeem you so that in all days, I will always find you in Him.

Yours to say 'yes' to,

Benjamin Sulle   

Peace Love and Unity

 Nearly five years after the disputed general elections of 2007, it seems that what led to the strife is still plaguing this nation. Tribalism and Class-ism. Kenya has 42+ tribes. We are a diverse nation and it is this diversity that should unite us, like the different fingers of the same hand. I stand as an agent of peace and this piece is about PEACE. We ought to work on the things that unify us.

PS: There is a Prince of Peace who gives peace that surpasses all understanding.

PEACE!!!

PEACE LOVE AND UNITY

“May we dwell in unity,

Peace and liberty…”

The solemn prayer of our independence, our anthem. When this nation finally got free from colonial oppression.

The day when the flag soared high in colors, black for the people, red for the blood shed in the struggle, green for the natural beauty of the land and white for the peace.

When every one, regardless of age, tribe, sex, gender, social, political class, religion or education was one. The day we really were Kenyans.

United, untied.

Divergent cultures unified.

Then the colonialist left and it seemed that we were only a people united by a common enemy.

That we would soon be divided.

Because the Central province could not hold, things began to fall apart.

The nation was developed, through PILOT projects, that systematically excluded the poor because only the rich FLY.

The politicians talk about making fundamental changes, yet they only fund your mental during elections just so they can change your immediate conditions.

Their 5year plan for your 5year old reduced to a

500 shilling for your five hundred needs, then

5 years later, the PENTAGON returns when inflation is

Five times higher and their 500 shillings is worthless compared to your

 Over five hundred needs and those of your 10year old.

You don’t need all five senses to realize that the strife is not only about lack of units but also lack of unity…

Then came 2007 when the revolution was televised. Images so scary you’d think the book of revelation was being televised.

Hundreds of thousands were displaced.

A thousand plus were killed, either by the bullet or the blade,

Brother against brother just because they came from another mother…

…tongue was tied in muse of the bloodshed and hate.

Seemed like the flag faltered in meaning; black was no longer for the people as it had gray areas of tribe and class. The red was for the bloodshed, not for independence but for tribal and political dominance. The green, wilted into a brown and yellow from land grabbing and encroachment into forest land.

The white became for peace. Not peace like harmony or

piece like part of

but peace like the police keep the common *click click* PEACE!

We paid the price of disunity and ethnic intolerance with blood and we set up ourselves again for the same when we re-group into tribes.

It seems the 2007 reality check bounced. So now I pay you this time round with a mic check, ONE too many things need to change.

Let’s preach peace, our silence is killing the nation, country-cide.

Wanjiku should not only be safe around people of her own tribe, in the country side.

We need peace like a river to attend our way so that it can be well with our soul,

To walk the talk that gives Kenya Hope, founded on Liberty and Power.

Power to fight hunger and starvation to

Fight poverty, corruption. The power to rise above the walls that disunite us.

Let’s join hands because apart, we are fingers twitching. Together we are a fist, no punch intended.

How good and pleasant it is when brethren

“Dwell in unity, peace and liberty.

Plenty be found within our borders.”

A Letter To Peter...

Greetings!

*Sigh* So this piece of writing (typing) written over 4 years ago was the first ever sign I had that I could exclusively write to glorify God and to point people towards Him. It was at a point when I felt so unworthy and so unforgivable that I was even afraid to go into God's presence or allow Him to come into me in the way He only can. I know many people that have felt or feel that way, that they are beyond repair, beyond redeeming. I just want to encourage you that God is the Master Fixer. He can put our broken selves back together again and we would look so new as if we never were broken before, can I get an Amen!....? *gets the Amen*  Because so many times we fall from the high wall we sit on and we break into pieces, like Humpty Dumpty, that all the king's men and the king's horses cannot put us back together...BUT THERE'S A KING OF KINGS!! 

Baraka (Blessings)

A Letter to Peter

In my mind I can't help but play and see over and over my prosecution proceedings
How I have been found guilty and unworthy.
Yet in my heart I know that you have forgiven me and renewed me.
My head and heart just won't unite to the fact
That I am now free to approach you.
Because you have taken my place in the guilty stand,
And served the sentence for me.

Pardon my unbelief, maybe my eyes need to see the scars in your hands.
That the wrongs I do are forgiven and forgotten, I cannot behold.
It is the reason you are God and I am just a mortal.
It is the reason I write this letter to Peter, pass it to Jesus...

That you have lifted me higher, just a little lower than the angels,
Still the reason for this I do not perceive. Maybe logic is my problem.
That you care for me more than the sparrows that you feed.
Myunbelief makes me ask for a wing, so I could also fly and be fed.
That you are mindful of me? My mind can't even stand me!
How do you still remember mercy when you think of me?

So now like a crowd, I follow foolishly to wherever your wisdom leads.
Like the cloud by day over the israelites, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.
If this is what it takes for me to believe,
Then I become for you the sheep that walks to its slaughter.
Maybe that's how I get new life...
Don't read this letter Peter, just pass it to Jesus...

Sincerely...

Because Love Is Patient

Because Love Is Patient

On to your marks, get set, GO!!! But wait…

That was me trying to take love too fast and got a false start

But I still went on with that disqualified race because everyone around me was a medalist with a lady to show for it and I was only a finalist who wouldn't make a team because I was always alone.

I was sick and tired of being the third runners up, always this close, but only if I could hurry up.

I knew love is PATIENT but I couldn't ADMIT it, so I TREATED the SYMPTOMS with haste and DISCHARGED lust instead. Letting something that is supposed to be divine, be defined by being defiled, deflowered perhaps.

Met this woman who was wrong from the start and I knew it, but I still went on.

Now I know they say you cannot judge a book by its cover, but her story was written on just one page, the cover page, Which was folded so many times that it looked like a book. Yes looked like.

She looked like a Christian, crucifix hanging between her cleavage which was conveniently revealed from the first time we met.

Looked like she went to church, her phone switched off on Sunday mornings.

Looked like she was baptized, still drenched and always had a bottle of something that looked like mineral water but didn't quite smell like it.

Looked like.

She had many piercings in her ears so she looked like she would listen to my sentiments when I spoke from my heart…

…but I became anemic because I was always pouring my heart out to punctured ears; bleeding.

I needed to touch the hem of his garment so that he would heal my issue. So I took my condition to the Lord and he gave me a new vascular system so that he would flow in every part of me. Then he transfused the blood of the lamb into me, in essence gave me new life because life is in the blood.

My mind was renewed, my system rebooted, bad chic booted, put on boots, I mean feet got booted for this new walk with Christ. Had to go back to the Genesis to start a new.

Then I got to chapter 2 vs 18. That it is not good for man to be alone. But I needed to know, first my master, my mission then my mate.

So I skipped that and went on to seek after God, became a man after God’s own heart that in the process I would find hers. And it would be a gift because it would be hidden deeply in him.

And we know that every good and perfect gift comes from above from the father of lights, so when this queen would come down, I’d know “that’s wassup”.

You see, she would find no shame in saying she finds joy in sharing the Jesus she found salvation in.

Like the virtuous woman in proverbs 31 she would extend her hands to the poor and reach out her hands to the needy…I mean she would reach me.

Selfless she would be because it’s no longer her who lives but Christ through her. Her spirit would passionately antagonize secularism so she is not lukewarm; rather she would radiate the heat that burns in her heart for Christ.

Her inner beauty would overflow to her physical, MAID in God’s image so she’s always working in his presence and yes, MADE in God’s image, God’s beauty humanized in her. The thought of her would light up above my head like a bright idea.

She would be smart, intelligent and sharp, no need to prove a point.

And when she MAKEs UP her mind, her thoughts are still REAL,

Not CAKED UP in compromise or deceitful FOUNDATION.

Her eyes…her smile…her eyes and smile would amplify exponentially her face value,

Such angelic beauty, doesn't matter what fragrance I couldn't afford, she would be the SCENT from heaven,

And yes, she would be “SENT from heaven

And she’d know that it is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God.

Not just swooned by my going down on one knee to propose but by my kneeling down on both knees to pray.

And she would be moral; knowing her physical beauty but still covering it up in decent clothing taking care not to stumble a brother.

She wouldn't’ need a trashy fashion STATEMENT because she’s got the WORD – clothed in righteousness. Would not find her identity in mere reflections but the word of God would be her mirror, reflecting upon it daily because it is the manual from her manufacturer…

And I, I am going back to that manual as well because it is in here that the Manufacturer also specifies compatibility and comparability.

That she would have to be the bone of my bone and flesh of my flesh otherwise she would just be a transplant susceptible to inevitable graft versus host rejection.

That she would have to be made from my rib, so that in essence she is just a part of me that returns and collectively we are part of that body of which Christ is the head.

That I would have to be patient; learning the lessons of love from him who loved the world so much that he gave his only son as ransom that we may be made wholesome. Him who is patient with mankind, that despite our sins His compassion still fails not.

That I will His righteousness first seek and not cease to chase after His heart after I find hers.

That until by sign and law she has become my mother’s daughter-in-law, in a ceremony with witnesses and God’s blessings, we would not come too close as to be drawn away by our own desires.

We will live right in his sight; sit at his right hand where there are pleasures forever more, not in private pleasure our own selves.

Brick by brick with Christ as the cornerstone we will seek to build a home, not find a room.

But until that time comes, I will have to be patient

Not treating symptoms with haste and discharging lust instead

Because love is patient.

My Man

Shalom, folks.

       You must wonder why such a title and content. For those wondering, I am male ;-) This piece was however written by myself sometime ago, but from the perspective of a woman, *trust me, i really tried to encompass that perspective* and they were lessons I was learning to try and be that man who would deservedly ask for for that proverbs 31 woman, because many times, we men, keep raising the bar for women to be like that but fail to be the man she deserves. Ultimately, only God can make us proper for these relationships that we so desperately seek to be in. He is the greatest lover and love story ever told. Once, a friend of mine and pastor [Curtis Reed], said, and I agree and quote him, "It is a fundamental impossibility to be loved by a man who does not love God."
      With that said, here is the piece, titled, My Man. Be blessed.

My Man

6 feet tall, dark and handsome, or just tall in the dark
is what my search for a man had brought me to.
And even though I’d be two feet shorter, he would still complement me.
With his big car, house bank account, belly-which I would ignore and
my small everything, I knew I’d fit in like a glove…
But love would be absent, only momentary affection, founded on the fear of what ifs when the wealth and looks have faded
Because deep down I knew that beauty is fleeting and charm deceitful, I mean, I wish I looked 5years younger.
The MAKE-UP cannot MAKE UP for the lustre I lost when I MADE OUT with the dead, masquerading as living, trying to MAKE OUT why I was MADE in the first place.
I labored in sin, like a MAID in Satan's household, till payday when DEATH was the WAGE and I had asked for a RAISE. Then the Son of Man reminded me how He'd been raised from the dead and
LIFE would be my gift, only if there was meeting of the minds...
then I met Jesus and he cleansed my MIND and HEART: NOT BRAINWASH or BLOOD-BATH,
but it’s really a blood bath if you think of the cross…
And his love for me has shown me the kind of man I need
See, I already love Jesus with all my heart and
whatever is left of that love, I’d love my man with.
My man would love Jesus too and our affection would meet in him
He’d be in God’s image, His reflection, in essence, God’s beauty
would be humanized in him so I’d call him handsome…
EYE CANDY he’d give me RETINAL CAVITY.
He’d be educated, a guy with brains, some class or even a school of thought.
He’d be cross-eyed, that’s just his religious view, selfless coz
that 1st person singular is ONE Christ Jesus; and he would have a clean heart
coz he’s sanitized by baptism.
He’d be my knight in shining armor, not just a man in metal…
but his waist girded with the belt of TRUTH so he’d never CHEAT on me.
His feet shod with the sandals of peace, he would never throw a fit
or kick
His heart righteously protected by a breastPLATE upon which he
would SERVE God and love me.
Then our faith, our faith shall be a shield around us
A shield from our jealous friends coz what we have outlasts their endless talk.
And for his own salvation, his head would be protected by a helmet,
so he better remember my birthday, our anniversary, the day we met and yes,
the insignificant date (or so he thinks) of the first time we kissed.
And yes, he would keep me in mind and in Cheque, so we’d
spend our time and money together.
And when my heart is broke he knows we withdraw from the glorious riches in Christ Jesus.
Then my knight in shining armor would have, not a sword in hand but a pen
coz its mightier, and he would not only write poetry and whatever else God tells him
but also the story of our love and how it would be happily ever after.
And yes, I’m vain sometimes but my man would shower me with gifts
endear my neck with a diamond encrusted piece,
some ice so I’d freeze and shine…
And he would shine too because he reflects God’s light to the world, SALT of the earth,
thus he’s blessed and highly FLAVORED coz he’s TASTED the Lord,
and he would add so much SPICE to my life.
My man would be MUSICAL. That is KEY coz he’d be INSTRUMENTAL in giving my
heartBEAT its very RHYTHM.
And finally my man would give me the boomerang love that would
blow me away and still bring me back. and I would love only him

He will love me to submission and I will submit my way to his love...
But before this man has come, I pray God, that
you make me this man’s woman.
That I will seek you first and your righteousness, so that My Man is an addition, able to do the math,
Where two become one flesh when God sums it up.
That in the time between, I will faithfully love you and not cheat on you with forms of godliness that deny your power. For this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.

In The Music

Quite frankly we don’t always listen to
Kirk Franklin and all the Holy Spirit inspired music in our privacy,
Because we are so radio-active and the secular music reduces our half life because
It leads us into sin and the wages of sin is death. Slow death like a cancer and radio-therapy is not the cure.
But while we are playing it in our heads, we no longer make melody in our hearts. Turning what used to be His tunes to iTunes, tuning in to frequencies that glory in the CLASSIC self and sex, calling in to bring issues we should channel to the cross but let’s face it...

There’s a song on radio for your every emotion and the devil 98.4% of the times CAPITALizes on this, when you are EASIly swayed by a KISS from your HOT, UPTOWN HOMEBOY, usually after you realize your GHETTO boy is not the ONE for you, making him your X when all the while you would have tuned in to the HOPE and TRUTH we have when Christ is the head of the FAMILY.

We need to FM…I mean, affirm our faith in Him. Didn’t His audience see Him rise to the skies when He ascended? He is on air, so you better listen to Him.
Our God is a musician and here’s proof. He makes the beats out of our hearts that gives us pulse, so His music is life. That is why you decompose when you die. But before you do, press pause and rewind back to the beginning then replay and listen. And if your music does not forward the message of Him who rose above the charts and billboards when He resurrected then you might as well stop and eject and ask Him to put a new song in your heart.

 Because the original record was broken when Adam ate the fruit, so sin is on repeat in our human nature, looped like a noose that’s why death is the climax.
But His rod and staff they comfort me. When I was still a sinner and a G, the rock of ages CLEFt for me. Coz like a discord I needed atonement so that I would be in tune with Him. So now my life is no longer a solo performance because He backs me up, walks with me so His presence is my accompaniment and His grace is abundant for me. My music is for Him only.
So now I implore you to go back to the basics of worship, Psalm 101, sing of His mercy and justice, pursuing clarity of mind and purity of heart. And when they ask you why you sing, tell them the reason why. Tell them the reason why. This is the reason why…
I sing because I’m happy, I sing because I’m free. His eyes on the sparrow. That’s the reason why I sing.

Benjie's Bossom: The Work-Out Plan

Benjie's Bossom: The Work-Out Plan: I heard that change starts with the man in the mirror, but I am in God’s image so I desire to be like the one in front of the mirror, and ...

The Work-Out Plan

I heard that change starts with the man in the mirror, but I am in God’s image so I desire to be like the one before the mirror, and the mirror is His word, so I reflect upon it just so I can know who I am

It wasn't long before I realized that who I was was not who He intended me to be.

I needed a makeover.

See I was overweight with sin from eating life with a big spoon

Lived on praise and pride and lies that were like calories 

I didn't sing or dance for Him, was too unfit to, but I moved my head back and forth to music manufactured in Satan’s kitchen, so that when the tune kept ringing in my mind I picked up the cholesterol that it left in my system.

I became so obese that I could no longer run the race nor keep the faith, my blood vessels so narrowed that His blood could no longer flow through me
And then I got a heart attack, forgot He is my best defense

It’s like we have a systemic problem but only treat parts where symptoms are exhibited.

Jesus is patient with us, but that doesn't mean He's sick coz He hails as healer.

But we the sick seek cure from quarks

Mix pure with works

Absent of faith so Satan’s heat melts us like wax,

And we still want to be the light of the world? That doesn't come by singing

“Jesus walks” but by walking the talk.

And that’s when I began to WORK OUT my salvation with fear and trembling
Fitness to run with endurance the race that has been set before us and X, I mean the cross marks the spot, so I run focusing on the finish line, I mean the finisher of our faith.

See, He gave Himself to death so that we could warm up to Him,
To guard our heart with all diligence for it is the well spring of life.

We need to get on a strict diet, watch what we eat, I mean feed our minds with lest we become overweight, I mean burdened with sin.

So every morning I jog my memory with verses, feeding on His word for it is the bread of life.

I do my PUSH ups, I mean I pray until something happens,

Not giving up the fellowship of brethren because it is my gym where we encourage one another even as the day of the finals, I mean the final day approaches.
You can only be crowned if you compete by the rules. This here is my work out plan.
If you see me looking fit, go tell everybody that I am like God’s secret because He has kept me.

Kept me on track and lifted me over the hurdles. This race is for the crown that does not perish.

Therefore I urge you to run, not with uncertainty, to fight, not as one who beats the air,

But to discipline your body and bring it into subjection, lest when you have preached to others, you yourselves become disqualified!

the start up

So I finally caved into the relentless pressures of "hey start a blog" jibber jabber. i know its a weird name for a blog, but Benjie's Bossom really means what comes from my heart or head or mouth or whatever the orifice of communication. I can only hope that u stay tuned in to this channel and wait for a read worth your while.