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It is around 11a.m. when the Spirit of the Lord leads me to praise and worship God not knowing that I was being prepared for work that is to come shortly. As soon as I finish praising and worshipping, I turn on my phone and see a missed phone call from a brother who wants me to stop by his home.

Even though we had been meeting casually during my witnessing Jesus along Mombasa Highway, he is bold enough to pour out his heart to me. He and his wife have been childless for some time and due to their desperation for one they went ahead and consulted a witch-doctor whom they thought would solve their problem. He also informs me that after visiting the witch-doctor, he was conned of his mobile phone and driving license by the guy who had promised to get him a job.

Someone he had just met told him of an opportunity for a driving position and therefore asked him to surrender his mobile phone and driving license so that he could make a copy of his license and call the prospective employer. The conman went round the corner pretending he was calling the non-existent employer only to disappear into thin air. At the moment he cannot get employment as a truck driver without a driving license and he asks me to pray with him so that God opens a new door of employment and for his driving license to be returned to him. The other prayer request is for God to give him and his wife to conceive.

Before I leave, I lead this brother to repent his sins especially for going to other gods unknown to him but he declines to get saved arguing that he is baptized. I inform him that baptism by itself cannot remove sins but he is not convinced.

In this century, many people are still consulting other powers and ignoring the true and living God. The fruits of such consultations bring misery to families and individuals. My prayers are for God to send to send revival to Mombasa Highway and then spread to the rest of the country. Many souls are headed for hell and it is our duty to go out there and preach to them as if we are dying people preaching to dying people. Amen

Brother Pius

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Witnessing is not smooth-sailing because at times the enemy resists evangelizing by using souls to disrupt me so that others do not hear messages which could save them. One such incident took place today in the sand heaps of Mombasa Highway near Mlolongo town.
I come to a group of about seven. These sand loaders are taking it easy as they wait for sand trucks so that they can load or unload sand. No sooner have I arrived than some get up and leave but not before I hear some using vulgar language as others smoke cigarettes while others engage in horse-play. One can see the enemy at work among the members of this group. As I am getting ready to get started, one young man, without looking at me straight in the eyes, comments that everyone has heard the Word. He continues rambling on that he did not go school; therefore, he did not want to listen to me. He appeared to be bitter with himself. I said nothing to him and within a short time, he calmed down and I was able to start preaching on the first commandment from Exodus 20:1-6.
As mentioned in an earlier entry, this area is known for people who consult witch-doctors so that they can get more work than others. One of the loaders has testified there have been times when business was low and they would ask me to pray with them and business would improve. Therefore, some appreciate seeing me there and wish I did not leave because of the messages that I deliver to them.

As I move on with the message only a few are looking up, but most are looking down, on the sides or into the sky. Still others are scratching their heads while others lie down and I am not sure if they are listening or not. I teach revival urging my listeners to turn away from other gods unknown to them and turn to the only true and living God or else they will perish and go Hell. As I finish the message, I ask if anyone would like to receive salvation but no one comes forward. I finish with prayers and leave. This place needs revival and I will keep praying so that God can send spiritual awakening here, among other places I mention in my prayers.

Down the highway, I come to a soul that can be compared to the Prodigal Son. A young man sits by himself against a wall about ten meters from the main highway in Mlolongo town. His arms are folded and his eyes fixed on the highway. He opens up and narrates how something forced him not to finish all the papers in his Kenya Certificate of Secondary Examination. This exam is very pivotal in one’s life in Kenya because without a certificate from high school, one cannot proceed to college. Usually students are under pressure from their parents to perform, and when some feel they are not up to the task, they either skip the exams, but others take it a step further and commit suicide. Meanwhile, someone reported to his parents that the young man was skipping exams. His parents were unhappy with him so he decided not to go home. I could see that he was very uncomfortable with my asking him where he spends his nights. It appears there is something in him which is not Godly. Finally, he receives Christ. My advice to him is to go back to his parents and ask for forgiveness. We agreed we meet on the evening of the following day, but come that day he was nowhere to be seen. About five meters from this young man, another soul had received Christ earlier and promised to come to our church the following, but he did not.

Brother Pius

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April 8th, 2012

What I have come to realize is that God has many ways of using his people as long as they are willing vessels. On this Sunday, church service ends in the afternoon and as I take a ride to the Nakumatt supermarket, I do not know what lies ahead. The sky is cloudy and a bit chilly as I alight from a “matatu” (small bus) to walk to the supermarket.

As soon as alight from the vehicle, I notice about four people standing around a fellow lying on the ground. Out of curiosity, I move closer to see what the problem could be. The soul on the ground is gasping for air and words coming out of his mouth could hardly be heard. Beside him is an empty ventilating inhaler and immediately I know that he is asthmatic. The good Samaritans who have been assisting him show me a piece of paper with a mobile number on it. This number belongs to the asthmatic guy’s uncle but he cannot be reached. The guy continues to struggle with breathing. I take over and lead him to receive Christ. The two good Samaritans leave and the victim is in my hands. I keep trying his uncle’s number but there is no answer. I was later to learn from this soul that the uncle is a pastor and could be in church as we continue calling him. I should mention that the two good Samaritans left some money with me for buying another inhaler.

As I continue helping this man, I notice a smartly-dressed couple, who look like they have just come from a church service, approach us and address me as a pastor. They enquire what the problem is and the man digs into his pocket and gives be two hundred shillings to buy medicine for the ailing guy. He also transfers airtime worth one hundred shillings into my phone so that I can call the fellow’s uncle. I also transfer the money (including my contribution) given by the good Samaritans to the new believer.    Out there, there are still good people willing to go out of their way to help those in need.

It is now the two of us and I have to find a way of taking him to a place downtown to board a vehicle to his home. He is very weak and I have to hold his hand as we walk towards the Nyayo intersection. We have to stop every few steps for him to catch his breath. He suggests I take him to a church where he can find more assistance.  One church comes into mind and it is Christ Embassy Church right behind Nakumatt supermarket. There we find   two brothers who listen to the woes of this man and I am relieved to hear that he is in safe hands.

In the evening I call his brother but he is still unavailable. I call him again the following morning but he sounds not interested so I leave him alone.

Brother Pius

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It’s been a while since I wrote a column. Many of you probably wonder if I had fallen off the edge of the Earth, but I have simply been walking through a dry desert, trudging to the end of the valley.  Down there at the end of valley I can see sunshine (or rather Sonshine) – I can feel dawn beginning to break and fingers of Light beginning to pierce through the desolate landscape.

Lately I’ve been listening to the reports of many of those whom I have ministered to begin take their place as the Gideon Generation. Jonathans, as in 1Samuel 14, are climbing the rocks to claim their heritage in God. A new generation of heroes are taking up the challenge to believe God and take Him at His Word. The harvest that has been long awaited is beginning to grow up and break through the clods of fallow ground.

One young man in Kenya was full of zeal to start a church and become a pastor, but I had counseled him rather to go get a job and start at the bottom and wait upon God. He did just that. It started with taking time during his break and praying with other members at his work. Then he began to stand up on the bus he was riding to work to witness to everyone on the bus. People got saved and encouraged.  Then more people began doing the same and began to infiltrate the morning bus rides into a series of mobile churches. The prayer group began to grow, and then spread. Now people from other companies are coming to the fellowship that takes place at his job. Even the bosses are beginning to promote it. There’s no telling what can happen when a man allows God to do the growing.

Another brother had no church to go to, so he began to walk down a certain highway and simply speak a word to those that he found along the road. Soon people were expecting his daily ministering, and others came out looking for him. Just like the warmth of a morning sun, the glow from the Gospel is beginning to warm this previously ice cold highway in Nairobi. His daily journal, the Mombasa Road Diaries, can be read at: https://garris.wordpress.com.

Then there are the testimonies from churches in Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi, and Uganda of churches that have taken the message of revival to the streets because they were no longer content to sit idly by while the world slides off into Hell. Churches have doubled, tripled, and quadrupled. And where there was no church, churches have been planted.  Thousands of souls have changed their eternal destination, hundreds have seen debilitating diseases washed away in the Blood of Jesus, and a countless number of poor people have been set free by Heaven-sent deliverances that have broken the shackles of Satan’s demonic grip.

The ground has been broken up, the seeds planted and watered with tears, and slowly the harvest is beginning to break free from the confines of the earth.

Revival is coming.

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It is morning and having a burden for lost souls, I leave home to witness Jesus. Walking and not driving, in my opinion, is the best way of reaching lost souls and my starting  point is  the sand heaps of Mlolongo where many souls are lost and need the word of God. In this area immoral acts, drunkness, bhang smoking, khat chewing and connections to evil forces through witchdoctors are the order of the day. Revival is needed here and I am always praying that our God  brings revival to this area and also to the sin city of Mlolongo.

A group of more than ten sand workers is going with their own business.  Some standing with others lying or sitting down either talking or smoking cigarettes. Among them  and holding a spade is the young man who was in pain  and got  delivered yesterday. He comes forward and with good news that he is able to work without any major problems. However, there is a bit of pain in his shoulder but that does not prevent him from working. He is beaming from ear to ear and one can tell that he is almost well and delivered.

Some sand workers are now attentive and ready to listen to what I have to offer to them. I dwell on sins like the taking of alcohol, fornication and adultery while reiterating that they must repent of their sins and receive Christ or they will go to hell. The majority are keen on my witnessing while others do not care at all. Some are fiddling with their phones while others lie down and actually sleeping.

At the end of it, no souls are saved. I finish with prayers and leave there is hoping that God is going send revival to this area. Amen

Pius  mutungi25@yahoo.com

 

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It is 11:30 a.m. on Tuesday. A bizarre thing happens.

I receive a message through my mobile from my biological sister who is also born-again that she has sent me some money through MPESA (a way of transmitting money through cell phones). On calling to thank her for the money, I am surprised to learn she had not sent me any money. I scroll through the messages in my phone but the message is nowhere to be seen. Later on, I discover that I have a bill to pay for the same amount as the one in the message that disappeared. My sister just laughs when l call her for the second time informing her I could not find the message. Over the Easter weekend, I had been hammering the enemy (preaching and witnessing) and I do not know if this “’ghost” message has anything to do with the spiritual war I had engaged the enemy in.

Brother Pius

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This entry is connected with the young man who had visited us on March 31st, 2012.This morning, there is a heavy traffic as I drive to the Nakumatt supermarket near Nyayo stadium, and therefore I decide to take a shortcut, not knowing that I would end up in the arms of the law. A traffic officer arrests me for violating a traffic law. He got into the passenger seat of my car and ordered me to drive to Nyayo police post which is about 30 meters from a small park I normally witness at. All my persuasions to let me go fall on deaf ears. The friends and relatives I call advise me to bribe the police officer but I decline.

At the post, I am made to surrender the keys to the car and instructed to go and look for a cash bond of five thousand Kenya shillings so that my keys could be released and then appear in court the following morning. Meanwhile, I get a desperate call from the young man mentioned above and who is lying down outside a neighbor’s house telling me he is very sick and needs me. I am caught between a rock and a hard place. I promise I would come to see him when I was finished with what I was doing. I believe the Lord used a police officer who is a neighbor in our rural home to get my car released. I leave in a hurry hoping to find the young man in the same spot.

My neighbor informs me that the young man had lain on the same spot for hours as he waited for me. When he began to realize that I may not make it, he decided to leave, promising to come back later. My neighbor tells me that the young man’s right shoulder was painful and he shivered all the time that he was lying on the ground. I get into my car and go to look for him and finally locate him on the sand heaps. He sits among a group of fellow loaders and he looks sick. We leave together and drive to a secluded place when he opens up to me. He tells me that three men and two ladies who live next to him use witchcraft on him. I forgot to mention that this young man is born-again but at times he cannot resist temptations and he keeps on backsliding. Fear is written all over his face as he narrates the things he had heard from his oppressors. They cast a spell on him that his right shoulder would start rotting from the inside and lead to the loss of that limb, hence the pain he was going through.

He went on to tell me how he had recently sinned. He was sobbing like a baby with tears streaming down his face showing at he had been convicted of his sins. I lead him through the sinner’s prayer and he re-dedicates his life to Christ. We also pray together for his healing. His face is radiant as I take him back to his place. He had been set free. To the Lord be the glory.

Sometimes, there is a resistance from the enemy before a breakthrough.

forwarded from Pius Ngenzi, mutungi25@yahoo.com

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Six people received Christ on March 8th, but on this day my destination is Athi River, a smaller town than Mlolongo, which grows at a slow rate because of the large amount of witchcraft that is there. I have learned that there were some men who, in the past, made covenants with the enemy that no other businesses apart from theirs would prosper here. This is compounded by the fact that the areas surrounding the central business district may experience rain but not this part of the town where little or no rain is received. I believe the lack of rain and the slow pace of growth are a result of these people who took part in these covenants to turn unto other gods. There are strongholds that need to be removed and thus the need for revival in this area. I will continue crying to God to bring spiritual awakening not only to Athi River but also to the sin city of Mlolongo and the sand heaps of Mombasa Highway.

Witnessing starts at cobbler’s place of work where there are three souls including the cobbler himself. Under anointing, I witness with power and authority resulting in the winning of one soul. One of the remaining two does not receive Christ but thinks that I could preach to students at a local boarding school where he teaches English. He gives me the mobile number of his principal to call so that we can make arrangements for me to preach at their school. I thought it was supposed to be the other way round whereby the teacher would consult the principal and then invite me to preach at their school.

In total, I have preached to 11 souls. Two have received salvation.

Brother Pius

 

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Six people received Christ on March 8th, but on this day my destination is Athi River, a smaller town than Mlolongo, which grows at a slow rate because of the large amount of witchcraft that is there. I have learned that there were some men who, in the past, made covenants with the enemy that no other businesses apart from theirs would prosper here. This is compounded by the fact that the areas surrounding the central business district may experience rain but not this part of the town where little or no rain is received. I believe the lack of rain and the slow pace of growth are a result of these people who took part in these covenants to turn unto other gods. There are strongholds that need to be removed and thus the need for revival in this area. I will continue crying to God to bring spiritual awakening not only to Athi River but also to the sin city of Mlolongo and the sand heaps of Mombasa Highway.

Witnessing starts at cobbler’s place of work where there are three souls including the cobbler himself. Under anointing, I witness with power and authority resulting in the winning of one soul. One of the remaining two does not receive Christ but thinks that I could preach to students at a local boarding school where he teaches English. He gives me the mobile number of his principal to call so that we can make arrangements for me to preach at their school. I thought it was supposed to be the other way round whereby the teacher would consult the principal and then invite me to preach at their school.

In total, I have preached to 11 souls. Two have received salvation.

Brother Pius

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