I can only think about the last five years that there has been a shift in the way the public views Pastors in society. They have moved from being respectable heroes in the communities they lived into being villains who are known for sexual scandals, fake miracles and financial exploitation. Perhaps we can rightly say that it is these leaders who are to blame for the lack of trust because there rose among them crooks and deceivers whose job was to do that damage and runway with money bags. Even the faithful ones somehow allowed this through the sin of silence.  In the end, every Pastor gets the blame or as they say in my favorite language, “ zonelwa mvuyinye .” Regardless, I wanted to take this time to remind my Christian brethren that there are still good local Pastors who are still holding on to that trustworthy calling. That good steward is right there at your local church; faithfully laboring for your soul every Sunday . Therefore, beware lest we get carried away with the Christian

I am not the kind of a person who easily gets scared, but that day I felt genuine fear. In fact, for a moment I regretted that I was even in that place. I looked around and everyone was either screaming or shaking, rolling on the floor or running aimlessly. I looked right in front of me and saw a grown woman rolling on the floor while groaning pitifully. What’s she feeling? I asked myself. “More fire!” bellowed the prophet through the microphone, before another group on my left stampeded upon each other as they fell to the ground.  All the hard workers in the church, I noticed, were the ushers. Whose job was to make sure that they caught up with everyone before they fell to their injuries. I was already saved by then, and was right in the middle of my preaching ministry. As far as I was concerned, that church was a false church, led by a false prophet. What then was I doing in that place is a long story for another day. The point is that what I saw that day wasn’t anything new. I had s