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The Tyranny of the Urgent- A very belated Third Day(June)

ur·gent  

/ˈərjənt/
Adjective
(of a state or situation) Requiring immediate action or attention. 
I have been attending to urgent issues...work, travel, a budding love life, family time, a brand new nephew...et cetera. I find, though, that the state Urgent is tyrannical- there is no negotiation, I must deal with the government NOW, and on its own terms. I missed the 3rd day post last month as I was in Mbale sans electronics apart from my phone and in an, 'I couldn't be bothered mode'.

My dearest galfriend got married on the 1st of June. The wedding was cosy, lots of laughter, a bit of rain, some dancing and good food. The name of Jesus was glorified. More pictures to come, my camera was not in a grand mood on that day so I only have one picture :(
Rachel and her dad walking down the aisle
I took a trip to London for a couple of weeks, experienced the English summer in all it's greyness :) and learned to give thanks more for the weather in my home land. We took a cruise on the River Thames- lovely experience although I may want to go back and take that cruise on a speed boat...waaayyyy cooler :)
General Sejusa is not in London it turns out. Well, he could be in Birmingham or Buckinghamshire or
Derbyshire...but he sure ain't in London, I checked :)

This place at which we had meetings is called Goodenough College...you can imagine the bevy of jokes :)



The International Alert- Africa Programme team in London

Laughter is the best medicine :)
My brother, the father :)

I have been meditating on this scripture;
2 Corinthians 5:21- "God made him who had no sin to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God."
...and I have been wondering, what does it mean to be 'the righteousness of God'? All I know is that every time I have thought on it, I have felt the only sensible response is to bow my knees to He who is daily making me the righteousness of God...Jesus, the Christ.
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  1. Manyara KINOTIJuly 2, 2013 at 4:58 PM

    I am so happy for you brother. May he be the best dad South of Sahara, North of Limpompo.

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