Munene, the journey...

He walked to the podium and stared at what we could only guess was his speech. He cleared his throat noisily and looked at the sea of expectant faces. He looked down again and began. "I don’t know what to say, I am not a great speaker, nor do I know any poems that would entertain you, nor do words come smoothly out of my mouth, for I am a stutterer. Last night, as I contemplated what I would say, I asked the Lord what He would have me say. After four hours, I was convinced that the Lord did not want me to speak on this podium today, for He remained silent. And so this morning, I called the Provost and told her to choose someone else to give the commencement speech on behalf of our class, she refused. She did not give any reason, even though I told her I had no written speech, nor did I have organized thoughts from which to draw a message. She remained adamant. So, here we are." He motioned at the building and entire congregation. Everyone was silent, no one breathing. Thi