Luci Simiyu

"If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land." (2 Chronicles 7:14) "Rend your heart and not your garments. Return to the LORD your God, for he is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger and abounding in love, and he relents from sending calamity." (Joel 2:13) ----------------------------------------- In the past few days I have been having a sense of urgency to ask all Christians in this nation to rise up and pray! Things are not okay. Something is not right. This morning the words of Joel 2:13 came to mind and as the morning wore on I quickly forgot that I had promised myself to blog on what was in my heart. However, an email from one young man jolted me to the reality that perhaps I am not the only one walking around with a deep sense of anguish in my spirit.  I feel like standing on...

It was a simple prayer meeting. I opened my mouth to talk to God. What came out of my mouth shocked me. I was praying for the captors at the Westgate Mall. I asked God for mercy upon their lives. I asked God to forgive them. Before I knew it I was forgiving them. The more I said, "I forgive them," The more my heavy heart softened. I began to pray with urgency About the situation. That it had to come to an end. I was angry at the captors. I was angry that they cared less about life. I was pained at the fear on the children's faces. I was pained knowing there was rape going on. I was bitter at how they had casually ended lives. My heart was in conflict: Feelings within: fear, anger, rage, bitterness. Faith within: forgive, forgive, forgive. I could not even cry; I was torn between me and the words in my heart. Yet I knew I needed to do it. The more I let go of the unknown captors, The more my heart felt lighter, To pray without any hindrance. ...