Pastor’s Kids,living a life from the front pew
“Hey, you’re a pastor’s kid (PK), why aren’t you crazy?”
You see them every time you go to church. They come in all shapes, sizes, ages and even colors. You notice them. They notice you…
Spending hours walking the streets meeting people, people who are drug addicts, prostitute themselves or do things that harm themselves or anyone with a burden in their heart. I take the time to talk with them and listen to what burdens they have and invest in their lives.
Suppose you woke up tomorrow and received two phone calls. The first phone call tells you that you have inherited $20 million, no strings attached. The second tells you that you have an incurable and terminal disease, and you have no more than 10 years to live. What would you do…
He gently taps on her door.
“The canoe ride is ready…” He softly whispers.
She springs up from the chair, clears her throat covering her mouth with a cushion, “Coming…” She says.
Final mirror check, she has changed her outfit 5 times in an attempt to get the colours right, “A dab of blush on my cheeks, maybe the…
It’s in the morning, a sunny good morning, it has been raining for a quite a few days. A young man entered the pharmacy and asked if we had electronic cigarettes, we didn’t have them and they were nowhere to be found in Kigali. He then asked what I can advise for smoking cessation.