Meditations of Nanda: Nanda, #1

By Stanley Muse

The Meditations of Nanda is an interesting Christian novel for people of all age brackets. This is the first revision of the Contemplations of Nanda.

 

This Christian novel is inspiring and captivating, yet full of spiritual insights. It presents practical Christian experiences and the gospel truth in a moving story. At one time it will send you laughing, next praying, crying or contemplating.

The main character in the story is named Nanda. As Jesus in his second coming, arrives in this world secretly, like a thief in the night, without the knowledge of anyone, not even himself, but only the Father. He is named Nanda, and then finally celebrates His own Christmas day in a unique way, marking the beginning of a new Christmas day for Madam Kind's group, a people who are watching and praying expecting His coming.

 

This is the first revision of book one in a series of the four books. The series is titled Nanda. Book one is 108 A5 pages.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stanley Muse
• Release date: Sep 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201603328

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Meditations Of Nanda

Author: Stanley Muse

Contributing author: Mercy Loyce

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This is the first revised edition of Contemplations of Nanda. It was done to improve the smooth flow of events in the Christian novel. Chapter five, which was included in the original release, has been removed for better connection between the events in chapter four and six. The last section of chapter four has also been removed.

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Foreword

Meditations of Nanda is an interesting Christian novel for people of all age brackets. It is inspiring and captivating, yet full of spiritual insights. It presents practical Christian experiences and the gospel truth in a moving story. At one time it will send you laughing, next praying, then crying or contemplating.

The main character in the story is named Nanda. As Jesus in his second coming, arrives in this world secretly, as a thief in the night, without the knowledge of anyone, not even himself, but only the Father. He is named Nanda, and then finally celebrates His own Christmas day in a unique way, marking the beginning of a new Christmas day for Madam Kind's group, a people who are watching and praying expecting His coming.

Nanda’s conversion starts a Holy Spirit revival that gathers many people ready to stand for Bible truth come rain come sunshine. School children are involved in the revival turning classrooms into prayer rooms. This starts a hot contest between Madam Kind’s group and the people of the valley where the school is situated; the governments of the world are drawn in breaking into physical hostilities against the revivalists that ends up with the battle of Armageddon.

The novel is based on such scriptures like Mark 13:32 and Luke 17:28-30: But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but the Father. Likewise also as it was in the days of Lot; they did eat, they drank, they bought, they sold, they planted, they builded; But the same day that Lot went out of Sodom it rained fire and brimstone from heaven, and destroyed them all.  Even thus shall it be in the day when the Son of man is revealed.

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Table of Contents

Content      Page

Foreword ——————————————————-3

Chapter one————————————————-5

Nanda’s Christmas day————————————6

Nanda’s unique Christmas lunch————————-6

Nanda at supper time————————————-15

Chapter two ————————————————23

Nanda first Christmas night——————————-24

Nanda threefold Race————————————-27

Nanda’s siblings converted——————————-32

Chapter three ———————————————-35

Nanda on pilgrimage—————————————36

Preaching, greeting and singing—————————38

Chapter Four ————————————————48

Stand and be counted————————————49

A sermon by Apostle Winners—————————-49

Treasures in parables————————————57

A sermon by prophet Watchman-Towers—————-57

Teresia sets the valley Ablaze—————————62

Preparations for the battle——————————-69

The battle breaks out————————————-77

Chapter Six————————————————-84

Nanda’s New Birthday sets heaven a flame ———-84

Jerusalem News with Rachel Israel——————-84

Chapter One

Nanda’s Christmas Lunch

Nanda, feeling hungry, reads the Bible in the Book of Acts where the apostles were breaking bread from house to house and wishes that the same should be practised today; then his mind drifts away to the next Christmas day wishing it was nearer. He walks away from home and finally meets Madam Kind who offers him lunch. The meal being the kind which Nanda only eats on Christmas days makes him conclude that it must be Christmas day again.

Nanda’s Christmas Supper

Nanda returns to Madam Kind’s tent in the late afternoon for supper. Madam Kind serves him a very unique supper, meant not just for his stomach as he thought but for his heart and soul too. This supper tremendously changes Nanda into a new creature ushering in a new birthday for him. The experience caused a commotion that attracted Nanda’s peers. He immerged out of that tent the same way the disciples of Jesus immerged from the upper room on the day of Pentecost.

Nanda's Christmas Day

Nanda’s Unique Christmas Lunch

And they, continuing daily with one accord in the temple, and breaking bread from house to house, did eat their meat with gladness and singleness of heart, Praising God, and having favour with all the people. And the Lord added to the church daily such as should be saved. Acts 2:46-47

Nanda reads the above and starts contemplating, So, some disciples are expected to be busy breaking bread from house to house, and all of us as Christians eating with singleness of heart...? Nanda contemplates after reading carefully Acts 2:46, and keenly looking at it over and again, wondering why Christ’s disciples now days do not go from house to house breaking bread, for he was quite hungry having missed supper the previous evening, for the ugly monster called starvation, after a long lingering draught, had visited the valley again, to the sadness of Nanda and his peers.

Nanda, closing the Bible, rose up to leave the grass-thatched house absorbed away with thoughts of the last Christmas day, how merry it was! But so bad the next Christmas day is eleven long months away! In this distress, Nanda absentmindedly strolled along Mr Policeman’s fence, glancing at his appealing garden of fruits now and then, but so bad his dogs never sleep on job!

Unknowingly, Nanda’s thin, crooked feet carried him beyond Mr. Policeman’s fields, and by now he was upon the top of the little hill. As he strolled by, with his stomach aching for something, and his mouth dry, he wished for the Christmas day, which was seemingly a millennium away! and wondering why the valley is so cruel to such little lads that it hardly offers enough food round the year for their ever-hungry stomachs, yea, for hungry hearts and souls too! For his hunger, he is sure, originates not from his mouth, nor from his belly, but from his heart which ever yearns for something real, something true, something that can impart true life in a world of happiness and joy forever: yea, in a world where death is not known, neither sickness nor sorrow, leave alone the simple lack of food for his stomach now aching; for since the previous morning, Nanda had not seen any plate with smiles!

Come fetch the compass, oh little one, thou unhappily disconsolate lad... Nanda seemed to clearly hear a voice calling as it were from above the clear blues. He glanced at the blues once and twice as when a hen surveys the sky, when a warning is cried out, to be sure her chicks are safe. Yea, thou lonesome stripling, draw closer unto me and I will feel your mouth with merry Christmas meals well knitted with an old-fashioned mother’s keenness... The voice returned clearer than before!

Nanda stopped and surveyed eagerly all around expecting to see some happy mother with a smiling face reaching for him, but he never spotted any human figure around. He was amazed, bewildered, astonished and perplexed at the same time!

How sweet the voice! How charming the sound! How captivating the words! How appealing the offer! Just what Nanda needs now ... but where is that happy mother! Well, who is she and where from! Nanda exclaimed almost loudly.

By this time, he had sat down upon a stone that was well situated by the wayside, for he was a-top the hill overlooking their village on one side and the village-school on the other. Being a Saturday afternoon, Nanda was spared of the ordeal of school times which sometimes is attended with tribulations because of the seemingly overzealous instructors. With that, his mind drifted school-ward, thinking about their new class teacher who takes them through Spirituality and Religious ethics – a new subject that had recently been introduced as the new curriculum kicked off.

Oh, how charming the lady is! I wish all school instructors were like her! Quite a mother in class! How the other day she graciously shared with us a great junk of meal that the white-skinned settlers call ‘happy-birth-day-to-you...’ Oh, what a Christmas day that was for poor Nanda and his peers! The meal not only went for his stomach but for his heart and soul too, for Madam kept singing for them heavenly carols that rolled through Nanda’s ears like a tripping honeycomb.

Thus, Nanda contemplated quietly as he rested upon that stone with his stomach still calling for help. Then he thought of the trees and especially the guavas, but it was out of season, so no need of him troubling his eyes for search of that which exists not!

Oh! Wonderful! That voice again calling! Nanda exclaimed, for he had clearly heard these words: Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth. Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled. Yea, blessed are ye that hunger now: for ye shall be filled. Blessed are ye that weep now: for ye shall laugh.

"Oh, who is she that is sweetly speaking to me thus? Where are you please? For truly I am not only hungry in my stomach, but I am more so in my heart, soul and spirit; quite a poor-sort-of-a-thing! That makes me so broken-hearted, so contrite, so needy of fatherly and motherly love. Yes, thrice hungry I am! Where is that secret God that the men in gowns have ever boasted about, that He lives in the clear blues, and that it is He alone that made all things from nothing... Oh, what a paradox to Nanda! All things from nothing? Uhuu... quite a mouthful for me!

Yes, how much they have boasted how that he fed more than two million people wandering about in the wilderness for forty years with manna, a heavenly bread