Not with Bill Hybels!

Not with Bill Hybels!
My Father,

You who art in heaven.
Rarely do I write letters. I enjoy it though. It’s either an application for a job, encouragement to my fellow leaders in ministry, maybe to girls I like but not usually often. I thought, I should write you one, Lord, stating my concerns of late.

Your army commanders are being captured, your soldiers are being killed.

Look how he is exiting the stage. Is it fair Lord?
Bill Hybels has served you faithfully. He has poured himself empty for you. He has joyfully proclaimed your name. Why do you allow him to exit the stage so unceremoniously – after 40 years of shepherding your flock? From the age of 22, he’s wanted nothing else but to bring glory and honor to your name.

To be honest, it feels like the former Deputy FBI Director Andrew McCabe, who President Trump (through proxy) fired two days before his retirement, robbing him of the full pension benefits he’s worked for years!

I read accusations of sexual misconduct and harassment which – to mention – Bill has vehemently denied the allegations and says his former friends are colluding against him. And some of these allegations dates to the late 1990s.

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The Assurance Pillar

Psalm 75:3, “When the earth and all its people quake, it is I who hold its pillars firm.”

Killings, deaths, tears, hatred, deceit, mistrust, fear: could easily be said to have been a daily bread for Kenyans during the month of July. With about 5 deaths of prominent people, either due to their long service to the country or holder of a powerful office of late, has raised eyebrows of what really is happening! The power politics yield that it becomes a matter of life and death, of isolation and of discarding one’s values, of forgetting oneself and losing oneself: Lord God, in your anger remember mercy.

As a nation, we are at a crossroads. The heated political temperatures have risen, the winds of uncertainty are beating against our walls. We as citizens of the beloved Kenya, are trembling wondering how long until our wobbling knees hold the weight of our bodies. We are reminded, Somalia and DRC Congo were once as peaceful as us. We are told that after the 8th of August violence will erupt and flames will burn. And with what’s happening, the rhetoric around, the division being unfurled, we have bought it. Or else, we have not rejected the idea.

Asaph, in this Psalm, mentions that at times truly, with what we see and hear, does cause the earth and its people to shudder, to insinuate the worst, to run and take cover. Continue reading “The Assurance Pillar”

Preaching: A Privilege or Responsibility?

Among the burning questions I had when taking over the mantle of leadership was, “will I have to preach?”

I can confidently make a conclusion, it is not I alone who has had to battle with such a question. Many believers have the fear to think if they got too deep into the word of God, and study the scriptures with a genuine heart of seeking and knowing God, they might end up a preacher. Maybe, a pastor in the streets or in a bus.  Paralyzed, they close the Holy Book.

That, nonetheless, is easy to address, maybe not with an impressive dexterity.

In 2 Timothy 3:16-17, ESV, we read “All scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of God may be complete, [thoroughly] equipped for every good work.”

Thoroughly equipped for every good work! Meaning, it is through the study of scripture and applying the laws and decrees through the power of the Holy Spirit, that you can be a great husband and father, you can be the best in your science class, compete effectively as an athlete, perform well in your studies, and be light of the world and salt of the earth. For it teaches and rebukes, it trains and corrects, it changes you from the inside out. So, wherever you are, do you want to perform your God given task well? Read the scriptures, seek God, and allow Him to work His will in you.

However, the question or thought that hangs loose in many believers mind is whether preaching is a privilege or a responsibility. Paul’s charge to his spiritual son was, “Preach the Word; be prepared in season and out of season… (2 Tim 4:2)” The concern here is whether everyone has taken it as their responsibility or whether some have dismissed it as a privilege endowed on a few individuals. Continue reading “Preaching: A Privilege or Responsibility?”

A Semester of Goodbyes

The class was full. It had been a long time since every student was in one room at the same time. It was the preliminary presentations for our final year project. I was the third to present. As I bowed my head to go through my project one more time, I got lost in my thoughts.
“This could be the last time I get my colleagues and lecturers attention,” I supposed, letting my mind wander. I motioned to the right and saw my lovely desk-mate Ruth with that engrossed look to her PowerPoint presentation trying to make it better. On my left, was Nerea. A tenacious young lady, a bit nervous but ready to showcase her project watched the proceedings with manifest interest.

“Chelal! Chelal! You are next,” my senior lecturer’s loudly spoken words were intended for my ears.
“It is time,” I whispered as Ruth gave me a tug and asked if I was nervous.

A semester of goodbyes.

My heart is breaking as I remember how it used to be way back in high school. The security we thought we had of a life controlled by our mortal and limited minds, would later appear to be just a dream that we will never know the beauty or pain of its reality.
My friends, where art thou?
The lessons we slept as the teacher went about his duty, either of two reasons: he was boring or we spent the night debating between Ronaldo and Messi – the best of the best. The music we jammed to as we washed our clothes on Saturday and the longing for the next PE lesson to take revenge having already taken a biteful of taunts. The picture we painted of a life outside school, and how close we will be, came crushing with a great thud – a mourning so deep, but not showy.

The 54 day lecturers strike came to an end and I am back for my final semester at The University. Yes, last three months of campus life. I am excited to be honest but do excuse me for not jumping on the table.

I may not see some of my good friends ‘ever’ in my life (not talking of social media).

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One foot forward!

All you got to do, is put one foot forward. It may seem hard, or it may be hard; you may be tired, or you may be clueless, not knowing how to carry out your duties; but all you got to do, even with deep breaths or clutching to a rock on the ground to thrust you forward, is to put one foot forward.

Many times – when the year begins – we have audacious goals, we think big, and the declaration that this is THEE year slips from our mouths. But, when it comes to execution, implementing, when the rubber meets the road, one realizes, whoa, it’s not as easy as penning it down on paper. Hard work, dedication to the job at hand will be called for, mind you, not to win, no! But the determination that whether you win or lose, you have applied the best of yourself to the task at hand understanding what is not started will never get finished. For this little time I’ve trod the earth, and the handful number of great individuals I’ve studied, with the numerous friends I admire, one common denominator rises to the surface; they put one foot forward.

God has placed a dream inside of you, and if you stand still waiting for His call, you’ll be shocked to realize He’s the one waiting on you – for God loves to steer a moving ship. Continue reading “One foot forward!”

“So just Jews and Greeks then?”


Has it been 5 years or have we met after High School?
It’s been a while!! Trust you’re doing well?

With regard to your well thought-out question; “So just Jews and Greeks then?” that arose from Romans 1:16

16 For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.


When Paul the apostle here lays down this statement, one then wonders, how about me – who is neither a Jew nor Greek? Kenyan? Or like the question, “So just Jews and Greeks then?”

First of all bro, this should not frighten you suddenly or cause alarm.

The above verse is in the English Standard Version (ESV), whereas in other versions, Gentiles is used instead of Greeks (New International Version), both carrying the same meaning and driving the same message.

The question could then be phrased; “So just Jews and Gentiles, then?”

Greeks = Gentiles

We do know who the Jews are. The question then arises: who are the Gentiles?
The Gentiles are all those who are not the Jews, non-Jewish persons.

Let’s dig into some small history;
The Jews despised the Gentiles. According to their customs (Jews) they were not allowed to associate with the gentiles (non-Jews) leave alone visit them. The Jews also referred to the gentiles as the uncircumcised men, an insult! For a very long time, they did not see eye to eye and especially when it came to matters of the Gospel and whom Jesus Christ came to save. It was so bad that the Jews would be heard uttering this loathful words, “Thank God I’m not a woman, I’m not a dog, I’m not a gentile.”

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Waiting For a HERO

I sit and think about what I would like to have. What I would love the ending to be. What I would like to be said – I believe that’s the best description of a lazy person who refuses to work.

One thing struck me during the SONU politics of the University of Nairobi. One thing caught my attention. And, also, from a distance, it did catch my eyes too.

The students are desperate for leadership. A pervasive sickness has fallen across the campus, and it looks like evil has the upper hand. The eyes of the students, maybe the administration too, roam looking for one who will hear their cry for help and save them. Even if he is a wolf in a sheep’s clothing, they are ready to rally behind him.

Students took to the streets carrying placards, sadly others stones, in protest of the just concluded marred SONU elections where injustice prevailed and the dignity of a community was uprooted like a tree. At least, that’s the feeling around campus.

But I got to see it differently. Continue reading “Waiting For a HERO”