In my opinion, Kenyans are the best entrepreneurs globally; despite their low-paying jobs and strenuous livelihood, they still thrive well in a problematical environment. Con-men and women are becoming more effective and instrumental in the growing business of faith. In addition, fake pastors nowadays are the architect in this field; selling hope to needy Kenyans is what makes them ride on expensive armored cars countrywide in the name of the Lord.
Weaker faith
People are becoming weaker in spirit; little knowledge of the word costs them their little earned hustle. They dig deep into their pocket as a way of heeding to a promise by a hardly known street preacher. As a matter of fact, they come in the name of hope, feed you with a lot of encouragement, and make people believe miracles withheld need earnest prayers and spiritual intervention for their release.
Yesterday, I boarded a Matatu from Utawala to town (Nairobi). As we approached Mombasa road, we got stuck in a massive traffic jam. A man entered smartly clad in a black suit, white shirt, red tie, dark grey hair, and well-cut sidebands. He was about 5 feet 8 inches in height, making him tower over the people around him.
Tall as he was, he had a lot of courage with steady composure. At first, he earned the hearts of many beautiful ladies; well, the guy was indeed handsome. I heard a certain girl say to her friend, “Hey, hata Yule msee mhot uhubiri?”
It was business as usual; knowing that the jam could break anytime, He went on to preach. At first, he appeared more conversant, full of enthusiasm to spread the word. His style of preaching was appealing and convincing; he indeed won my heart too. I had no option but to surrender and took out my earphone to listen to the man of God.
Doubting thomases
My friend in the back seat laughed at me and said boldly, “Skiza ngoma yako, hawa ni kina Kanyari.” I wondered what was wrong with him; the man was perfectly driving me the right way. I ignored such devil work trying to distract me from listening to the word. Minutes after the lengthy traffic jam, cars started moving though slowly, it was a relief too we had waited for a long time.
Surprisingly, the man came to the end of the sermon. I understood that was probably because of the traffic break. But there was one important task he had to accomplish-; offerings; nothing was for free, but it was expected after every sermon there must be offering to build the church and run the church affairs, but it was a must give business to this man.
His well-orated persuasive message made people believe him; he used the principle of diversity (the more you give, the more you get). He even told people to watch their clocks by noon; God was going to do miracles.
He related what he had purportedly done in Mombasa to what God was going to do. According to him, a lady had breast cancer, but she was healed the same day because of her giving hand.
“I know many of you think that I am here to collect your money, you can as well keep your money, God cannot be bought by 200 shillings, support the work of God and you will be blessed, a lady gave 200 shillings in Mombasa and she was healed from cancer the same day, Isn’t that the work of God? Promote the work of God today by noon God will do miracles, give and check your accounts by noon.” He bravely said.
Without giving a second, my friend and I gave our only 200 shillings meant for lunch; after all, God is a God of miracles; if he healed cancer just for 200 shillings, what was lunch to him? The noon hour came, nothing happened; we were severely craving food until now, we are still waiting for our miracle. Anyway, it was a lesson learned, keep your little faith and follow your heart.
