Rachael, our first lady,
Reminds me of my town pastor,
He was a man of prayer.
He could stay in the mountain 40 days like Moses.
He knew Heaven’s Gate in and out,
Neither Katoloni nor Mizpah was new to him.
He knew every place people met to pray.
He knew the power of prayer.
In prayer week he was like a University student,
And us like playgroup kids,
While praying.
The service that followed prayer week,
He could pray till all lay down like logs.
At one time he gave us a story,
It was of a pastor he had met at Bethany House.
While in prayer that pastor was asking,
‘God what can I give to you?
I asked you for land, you gave me even a house,
I asked you for a Noah you gave me Range Rover.
I asked you for school fees you took my children to Pembroke House’.
As that pastor was talking all that,
Our pastor was scared by the doings of God.
At prayer center you meet ‘serious Christians’,
Our town pastor had told us.
But I have never been in the prayer mountain.
And I only pray in my closet.
As per our town pastor prayer mountain is not about prayers alone,
It is a place of networking,
It is a place of socializing,
It is a place of exchanging contacts,
It is a place of ‘serious Christians’.
Our town pastor met pastors at Mt Horeb,
They exchanged contacts,
They kept talking about their ministries.
In their WhatsApp group it was all about MIRACLES.
Our town pastor was invited for a seminar,
He was excited by the invitation,
He was to be the main speaker,
He had been looking forward to speak in an international seminar,
And the prayer mountain friends made it happen.
The seminar was at the beginning of the month,
It was in Nairobi.
Our pastor went.
He was received at the outskirts of Nairobi,
Not like a town pastor but like Joe Biden.
The Motorcade that received him preceded his vehicle,
He was even given a personal driver and bodyguards,
He was treated like Joshua Selman.
That is how ‘serious Christians’ treat one of their own.
Our town pastor was taken to a posh residence,
Of which he did not know,
He thought it was a hotel for the chosen few,
But it was a MONEY MINTING HOME,
That is where he would give all his money.
For three days our town pastor was in a posh home,
That is where the seminar was,
He had to call us asking for emergency money.
By the time he was found by police loitering in town,
Not like a town pastor but like a mad man,
All our church accounts were reading zero balance.
But it was his ‘serious Christian who did it’.
