August 2nd, 2021.

Hey family. First of all, I want to thank The LORD for gifting me with the pleasure of knowing you all. That alone is a great blessing. My days and nights in isolation were so long and lonely. It stretched me to my limits. My breaking point. Not many of you know but that Sunday when we met, I was on 3 weeks of therapy and medication having been diagnosed with severe depression a month earlier. I attended all services in Church that day. First Sunday I had been to Church in 3 months. I’ve never attended all services in Church before in my life. I went back to hostel at around 9pm. I felt a really bad headache, strong fever, all my joints were aching so I said let me take a rest. It was strange, I never woke up like this. I couldn’t sleep, I kept puking all through the night, a bucket by the bed. Called my siz at 3am said itabidi mniraukie before anything else. Tulirauka Hosy, kupimwa, Positive. My world shattered. Just when I was getting help, just when social anxiety inaisha, now I’m forced to be alone again, cha lazima this time. I didn’t know if I could make it. Can’t talk to my therapist, can’t go get medicine when I have my headaches. My antidepressants were also running out. It was hell waiting for me all over again. I tried to remain hopeful, it wasn’t easy. Some days I gave up hope. Felt tired of trying. But even when I let go of Hope, Hope never let go of me. Coz my Hope is a Person, and He is Jesus. I always wondered where this new strength came from. Until Pastor told me you guys always prayed for me. It is Indeed true, those with us are more than those who are against us. You are my great cloud of witnesses. I’m crying as I type this. You saved my life. All of you, you represent Jesus to me. You mirrored Him so authentically, so from the bottom of my shallow heart. Thank You. I love you all. I will remember you by your names. Forever. God Bless You.

Ken Jones Anunda Mrima

The Church isn’t God, don’t confuse the two. Second generation church kids especially pastors kids, meet the church before they meet Jesus. Then they grow up confused between the two. They have a crisis of faith in their teens and quit the church because the church is far harder to love and serve than Jesus is.
Watoto wa mapastor are the worst. Wanakuaga wameharibika sana. Now you know why. Please just stay kind. People fight secret battles that you know nothing about.
To those Pastors Kids and Second generation church kids out there. I know, from my own life. It ain’t easy. But God put you there because He always knew what kind of heart He gave you.
•You didn’t give your life to the church, you gave your life to Christ.
• The church did not die and shed it’s blood for you.
• The church didn’t save you. It’s not your LORD and Saviour
• The church didn’t promise to never leave you nor forsake you.
• The church won’t get you to Heaven
• You are not a Christian, you are a Son/Daughter of God

Don’t dim the Light. God created a Fight in you. Love always wins. Let that candle keep burning. I know you melt, but don’t put out that flame.