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?”

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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!”

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”

THE STORY OF MY FRIEND’S LIFE

How can one; after sitting for a CAT (Continuous Assessment Test) and heading for lunch, receive a phone call and get asked if he’d be willing to go to the United States of America?

How?

I just don’t get it.

Hello world, meet my Friend.

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“There is one condition though. Will you be willing to travel during the Christmas and New Year’s season?” His pastor picked his brains via the phone.

I really don’t need to tell you his answer.

My friend then reaches for his phone and hits me up. In a tone, suspecting distress or a predicament, he asks where I was, wanting to see me. I was at the tuition blocks. He decides to come.

As I sourced for a few e-books to transfer to my phone, all I whispered under my breath was, “Lord let this be sterling news.” Little did I know, he was trying to be humble. Trying not to get puffed up and with news I could not have even guessed, he handled it with modesty like the Pope.

Continue reading “THE STORY OF MY FRIEND’S LIFE”

KIDS, STREET BOYS & MATATU TOUTS: FRIENDSHIP TIPS.

This Saturday, 11th July 2015, just started off in a disappointing note. Having overslept, I missed our men’s group plot. I don’t love sleep. No! Sleep loves me.
In shame and guilt, I requested my pops to take me wherever he’d go. And he blithely agreed.
So, I went back to my room, did my daily devotion awaiting to leave the house. Matthew 18 and 2 Chronicles 20 were my bread.

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My walk conveyed an impression of an enormous, zestful excitement. Pops running his errands, I was closely learning from the best. Yes, my best. But that’s not the kernel for this article.

Kitengela Kids:
Our first, no second, no third stop, yes third stop, was Kitengela. I met an old man who lived during the days of independence. His prime days, that is. The aging man urged me to treat every one as a Kenyan, not in tribal lines. For there were young men and women from each tribe who died by shedding blood for our freedom, our soil, our self-governance.
It was a bit emotional Continue reading “KIDS, STREET BOYS & MATATU TOUTS: FRIENDSHIP TIPS.”

HANDS UP, I ACCEPT!

It was engrained in my mind, for a very long time, that I was the fastest walker on the streets of Nairobi, maybe even the State of Kenya.

(This is no joke)

I’d stroll with a few buddies and they’d lament the speed I made them walk.
I’d note a target, and prod myself to go past him. He would be at a great distance ahead but in the long run, I’d catch up and even overtake him.

And yes, I have never put my speed to test. Never timed my walk and never participated in a walk race (none that I can remember), though it was a belief I guarded with gusto. Continue reading “HANDS UP, I ACCEPT!”

THE STORY GOES…

CHAPTER ONE
THE STORY

“There was a man whom I knew when growing up. He had everything going for him. Money. Good job. Esteem. And respect. He married a beautiful wife. But the wife was the only thing that was beautiful. He would occasionally lay his hands on the wife and finally but unfortunately chased her away.
He was handsome. He viewed himself as the center of the universe with other people revolving around him. And that meant the young ladies fell for him. He’d get involved with women and when he was advised by the elders and his friends to take his wife back; he saw no need and rejected their counsel. ‘I have all that I want. And if I don’t I go out there and get it,’ he would say. This paradoxical pride and Continue reading “THE STORY GOES…”