Kenya, Sept. 11 -- Years ago, I would have scoffed if you had revealed to me that the pastor I entrusted with my heart was actually a con artist disguised in a fancy suit. I was fully committed to his church, captivated by his "prophecies" and the astonishing "miracles" that had us exclaiming "Amen!" each Sunday. However, it turned out that his church was merely a slick show designed to deplete desperate individuals like me of their last remaining funds.
It began when life slammed into me. My business was tanking, debts were stacking up, and my marriage was shaky. The pastor swore I was under a "family curse" and that sowing a "seed of faith" would fix everything. "God doesn't bless empty hands," he'd preach, as ushers waved offering baskets in our faces. Desperate, I gave, first small amounts, then bigger ones.
Before I knew it, over a million shillings had vanished from my accounts into his "ministry". When I dared question him, he'd smile and say, "Miracles need time. Keep sowing; your harvest is near." I should've seen through it the day a woman hobbled into church on crutches, only to toss them aside minutes later, claiming a "healing". To read more, click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.