Today, I am remembering Chanache’s observation which he once made on a Programme on MBC, sometime, in the early 90s, that in his long career as an undertaker, he had come to the conclusion that death has seasons.
In an interview with Gospel Kazako, Chanache said there is a time when it is just children’s coffins going out of his workshop – so many you cannot miss the pattern. Then comes a time when the adults come in, and even then, their season is gender- based – at one time it will just be women dying, lots of them. Then there is a time for men, plenty of them checking out.
Well, he should have added that there is also a season for exceptionally good people to go. Of course, we are all good to our families and friends – even Hitler was a good man to Eva Braun. But I am talking, here, about those who are ‘gooder’ to MORE people than just their family and friends. You know the kind, the rare kind actually, the selfless and usually sacrificial-minded people. And these past few days seemed to have been such a season for me.
I never had a chance to know Brussels Mughogho, very well, but I did hear and read lots of good things about him. I have no doubt in my mind that he was an exceptionally good man. Brussels went to be with Lord today. My condolences go to his family and all the people he touched with his heart in the course of his work and beyond, for, indeed, his kindness seems to have flowed well beyond his work.
And then there was this amazing gentleman, Gomezgani Nyirenda, whom I came to know from the church I used to go to in Blantyre. Gome went to be with the Lord a few days ago. And boy, what a man he was!
You know how, for most of us, being godly is all about praying a lot and sinning less? Well, for Gome, it was all about working for God, literally – FOR FREE! Day in, day out, he was onto something, winning and keeping souls for the Church, often times at the expense of his own family and livelihood. And more than that, he expected no material return from those he helped spiritually and those he brought into God’s fold.
Once in a while he would send me a message asking if there was anything he would pray for me about. I gave him a few requests, knowing very well he had God’s attention. Looking back I think I should have sent him my entire laundry list of prayer requests. For that is all he cared about – helping others see and receive the riches of God’s grace.
Gome was focused on the one thing that pleases the Father – to be fruitful and he bore lots of fruits, after his own kind, himself being a fruit after his own Saviour.
And knowing what I know, now, it seems like he lived his life knowing that his was going to be a short race and so he ran it like the sprint it was, with a high velocity dash. And, boy, did he ran it well!
What a man, what a warrior for Christ. Rest well Atsogoleri.