“We are almost there,” I told him confidently. “The pin says fifteen minutes.” “Aah, hamko mbali, kujeni” he responded casually. That statement became the beginning of our suffering. You see, in my mind, “fifteen minutes away” meant one thing:
Reading Joseph, Hearing Jesus.
Most of us grew up with Joseph’s coat, the dreams, the pit, cute boy in Potiphar’s house, prison, Pharaoh, and finally the grand reunion with his brothers. We know the plot. We can almost narrate it without opening the pages. But then, certain verses begin to glow differently when the Holy Spirit turns the lights on.
Named Before I Arrived.
Back then, the name on my wrist was a declaration of where I was going. Now, it is a confirmation of who I am. Somewhere between the runway and the pulpit, people began to see it… and they called it out.
Beyond Chronicles: Theology in the Geneologies
Those pages are not random. They are records. God’s way of saying names matter, people matter, and history matters.
Miracles & Signs.
The Lord was and has been working with those who went before us. The Lord works with us. He is calling us to go in obedience, and He will work with us.