There Is More To Life.

The service was vibrant, he thought as he left the gate of the church. The sermon was about being truthful and facing the menace of cults and occults. He had also waited for the Adminstration Police band for some acoustic hymns. Today was thanksgiving service for the harvest the nation has had, organised in conjuction with the Agricultural Society of Kenya. This service ushered in the Nairobi International Trade Fair week. The band took quite a while to perform and as a result he left.

Randy loves instrumental and acoustics - he desires to be hosting such events or just have an auditorium where such music is played. He loves hymns too.

The thoughts of nature, quiet places, gentle music take him to another world - at least in his mind. The ambience such places create is just awesome!

The traffic lights turned green. Randy crossed the road. It's at the junction of Kenyatta Avenue and Uhuru Highway. He enters Central Park and sits at one of the pews, taking popcorns one by one. He watches people skating and skateboarding.

Others are holding hands, as others under the shades have their heads on the laps of the other. He guessed they must be seriously in love. Some families too were there. It's great to be in love.

"People need more of this nature, romance and unwinding places", he thought as he chuckled to the idea of it being a business. "What if one calls it Confessions Events/Nature Trails?" He paused as he relished the thought. Before he realized the pop corns were over. He felt thirsty too. As the ice cream man passed by, he thought he could quench his thirst with one and ordered one. As he melted it, his focus shifted.

Since he got a job, he has had little time with his Bible. He perfectly knows how tricky this can be to his salvation. "The world can brain wash you", he remebered. Opening the Bible app from his phone, he starts reading the book of 2 Timothy, then 1st Timothy. He is challenged.

He looked up towards the pathways as a boy is held his hand by the dad and being trained on how to skate. Randy estimates the boy to be 2-3yrs. What a dad! Randy is awed. He can also hear the Subaru rumble on Uhuru highway as well as the ambulance sirene...'Huuu, life, oooh life, oooh life'...the song crosses his mind.

Life is a strange game. No specific formula of living in the face value of looking at it. I have a feeling there is more to life than just being born, acquiring material wealth and an awesome life here on earth. I am here for a reason bigger than myself, bigger than life, bigger and beyond my imagination.

Randy's thoughts were cut short as a curvaceous woman walks just near him, dressed in a revealing attire.

'This is disruptive...Huuh! I wish this lady can just know what I've read about modesty!

Timothy wrote:

I also want the women to dress modestly, with decency and propriety, adorning themselves, not with elaborate hairstyles or gold or pearls or expensive clothes (1 Timothy 2:9-NIV)

As he stood to walk away, he thought of what he had come to realize: There is a lot one can do with their life. Moreover, to learn ones life route takes patience, determination, passion, focus and one deciding that they had better die living life they were meant to live than bitterly live in pain fulfilling other people's dreams.