I was born again in 1984 in my own room through personal conviction of my own singleness and God’s gracious kindness and patience with me. Knowing that sooner or later I was going to die, I found rest or peace in my heart concerning the condition in which I was to meet him. Since I also did not know what the future held for me, whether joy or sorrow, I urgently sought to be reconciled to the one in whose hands my future lay and not wait until it was too late, or I was in unfortunate circumstances.

As I continued to read the New Testament, it assured me that the Apostles, especially Peter and Paul did not have external riches but a knowledge of God as a friend that set them free and filled them [with] unspeakable inner joy and conviction. The cry of my heart to God became that he should take from me all that he wanted to, if only he would give me what he gave them, the knowledge and the joy, the opportunity and privilege of walking with him.

Spiritual maturity is always determined by our willingness to sacrifice our own desires for the interests of the kingdom or for the sake of others…

I was soon drawn to Nairobi Pentecostal Church by the preaching of a new pastor named Dennis White and grew in expression of love to God in light of his love[for] me. My heart was warmed to the ministries of intercession for the prayer needs of the church. We were also involved in hospital visitation and many of the weekends found us out of Nairobi on missions to smaller towns in Kenya. I tried my hand at secondary school (teaching) in my search for the thing that was in God’s heart for me to do amongst other things. In all these things I was consistently being urged inwardly to lay down my life crying out to God to use me greatly.

Until you have beheld and appreciated the depths of the treasures of salvation, you cannot see the glory that comes from suffering for the sake of the gospel. Once you have seen it, you are ready for the tests that will release the highest levels of spiritual authority in your life. These scars are the glory that we will carry forever..

While we were at university, the Lord kept putting in our hearts the plight of the lost souls and we sought to obey him the best way we [knew]how. As our time at the university drew to a close, God laid in the heart of one in our midst the burden of the unreached tribes of North Eastern Kenya and Coastal parts of Kenya, to facilitate their being reached, by starting a ministry to train disciples after Jesus Christ, to create awareness for the needs of the lost world around us and to send missionaries to these places. God placed it in my heart to support this brother in this pioneer work of Africans reaching Africans under the banner of Sheepfold Ministries.

As soon as I graduated from college, we left for Garissa and settled amongst a tribe called the Munyoyaya for about one and a half years after which the group became bigger, having about five missionaries. Later I left for Lamu with the first group sent out from Garissa.

JC moved on to be with his maker on July 8th 2000. He was a true Mean Machine hero.