The first thing that struck me on arrival was the convoy from the hospital to the place Njura’s burial ceremony was being held. I thought in my mind her parents must be really influential, or have a lot of friends. But this though was later proved wrong. The many people gathered there had come because of the legacy my friend Njura left to the living, not because they merely knew Njura or her parents.
Every person who stood to talk had something positive about her, not just because they were supposed to give a tribute. I listened to the Sunday school recite the memory verse and the song their teacher Njura had taught them and one thing was for sure, she had taught them the word and they too felt the loss. The home church, christian union and the class she was in all testified of her love for God and commitment in His service.
I stopped mourning at some point. I was more convinced than ever that she was with the Lord. She lived a short life but a full one. Am convinced she did not die a premature death, the Lord took her because her work was through. In her unconscious state when almost departing she recited memory verses, she spoke of the C.U annual mission that she had missed. Jesus was Lord over her time and manner of death.
Njura’s death left me a better christian. Every one present was challenged. I felt rebuked to stop mourning for her and mourn for myself! For when its all been said and done, its not your treasures that will count. Its the life that you have lived and the impact you’ve left in people’s lives that will count. Its your faithfulness in walking with Jesus that will count. I drew several lessons from this whole thing.
1. Serve the Lord today with urgency, as if tomorrow you’ll not be there to serve Him, for indeed you do not know the Lord’s day of taking you from the earth. Njura would do so many things for God’s service. Her commitment to service was as if that was the only moment she had. She served in her home church and the C.U. I was greatly challenged because I knew one thing, if it was me my local church would have nothing to say about my service.
2. Serve God with your all. Use everything in your hands to do it. Your time, energy and even finances. Again this was very evident in Njura’s life. She desired simplicity than laxity while God’s work was unfinished.
3. Work out your salvation with fear and trembling. This is probably the most striking lesson I learnt. I do not know the hour or the minute of Jesus’ return. I should therefore be ready at all times. My garments should be clean, not stained with sin. Njura’s death was sudden and unexpected. It would have been a tragedy if she had been found unprepared. But we rejoice that she met the father!
In these things we store up our treasures in heaven where moth cannot destroy. For indeed like Robin Mark sings in the song “When its all been said and done”, all our treasures will mean nothing. Only what we’ve done will stand the test of time.
I have now acquired a new prayer. Like Jim Elliot I do not necessarily pray for a long life. I pray for one full one. Like Myles Monroe challenged people I do not want to die without being used to completion. I don’t want to make the grave a rich place. Like Ruth Njura I desire to live a full life.
Lord light up the idle sticks of my life. I wanna burn for you!