Pastors Thoughts
Raising the Next Generation of Pastors
There is no dispute that God, in His wisdom, often raises spiritual leaders from within the households of those already serving …
There is no dispute that God, in His wisdom, often raises spiritual leaders from within the households of those already serving …
I remember a moment that quietly but profoundly reshaped my understanding of pastoral responsibility. I was in the company of a …
There was a day when sorrow walked through our village like a silent stranger. Word spread from homestead to homestead that Kiny…
I was once a committed member of a certain church, deeply involved in its life and rhythms. But as life would have it, I relocat…
I was sitting quietly in our church one Sunday, listening as our pastor spoke with the weight and authority that comes from year…
On a quiet Sunday morning, a pastor stood before his congregation and delivered a message that stirred both agreement and unexpe…
When I was young—no taller than the grazing calves—I would walk beside my grandfather to Lare Forest. The forest was alive in wa…
In today’s digital economy, opportunities to earn money online— especially through AI-related platforms —are everywhere. Social …
A Political Play from Lari Characters Narrator – Observes without emotion, cuts through illusion. Gichuka Waithera – Quiet, ste…
The first two months of my stay in the United States were nothing short of chaos. Not the kind you can easily explain, but the k…
A Satirical Play About Dignity, Dependency, and the Theater of Politics in Lari Characters Narrator (Villager) – Observant, iron…
The fire was low, its embers breathing softly like an old man at rest. The night had wrapped the village in a quiet blanket, and…
A Political Satirical Play About Illusions, Losses, and the Education of Aspirants Characters Villager – Narrator; observant, a…
Vicki had always carried America in her mind the way some people carry a song—quietly, constantly, and with a longing that never…
Characters Narrator – Observer of cycles that refuse to break. Gichuka Waithera – An aspirant who sees too clearly. The People…
There once was an old man by the name Watamu who sat beside the road at the edge of the village shops. His back was bent, his ha…
I am an old man now, and I have seen many seasons come and go in my village. Sit closer to the fire and listen to me, for what I…
Long, long ago, before the roads were wide and before people counted days by calendars, there lived a people in the green highla…
Come closer, children of the fire. Pull your stools near and listen, for this is not a story of yesterday only, but of today and…
Wamundara came home from the shamba with the sun still high in the sky. It was around three in the afternoon, the time when shad…