Discipleship

Hey hey hey…… welcome back. I want to start with a little story of what happened to Kadzo sometime back.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon. I’d just come from mass, feeling all good and holy, heading to a Bible discussion session I was invited to. On my way there, I bumped into this middle-aged guy who looked like life had thrown him a few curveballs—just like it had for me. He stopped me, asking for directions to some place I’d never even heard of. I told him, "Sorry, I don’t know it, but try the traffic cops up ahead!" I thought that would be the end of it. But no, this guy was like a magnet—he was stuck to me, and no matter how much I wanted to get going, he wasn’t budging. (I’m an introvert, by the way. Strangers? No thanks. So, this was stretching my limits!)

Anyway, this guy tells me he wants to "bless" me for being kind enough to help him out. Uh-huh. At this point, I started to smell something fishy. Why does this sound like too good of a deal for doing absolutely nothing? But then I thought, Well, maybe God’s just blessing me today. After all, this man’s a ‘Man of God,’ right? And he hasn’t asked for any money... yet.

A little way down, another guy—someone younger, maybe in his mid-20s—joined us. He looked just as worn out by life. He too was told he was about to get blessed for his kindness. And so, the Man of God gave us both these instructions: one at a time, we were to give our valuables to the other person (me in this case) while he walked away, chanting “Hallelujah” and “Amen” while counting sidewalk posts. When he was done, we’d look at our palms, and bam, we’d see the person who had wronged us.

The first guy followed the instructions, walking away, counting posts, saying his Hallelujahs. When he came back, he repeated exactly what the "Man of God" had said: his friend had conned him and went to the U.S. but is now living a miserable life. Okay, interesting…

Now it was my turn. I did everything the "Man of God" said: walked away, said Hallelujahs, looked at my palm... and… nothing.

I came back and told him, “Uh, I don’t see anything.” He told me to try again. So, I did. Still nothing. And again… still nothing. At this point, I’m getting a little nervous, but the "Man of God" just keeps saying, “Your faith, your faith. Ask God to reveal it!” So, I tried one last time. This time, I’m thinking, Okay, maybe something will show up this time…

I turn around to look, and guess what? They were gone. Poof. Vanished. Along with my phone and a few hundred shillings. Yup, they had taken it all.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. There I was, standing with nothing but a stunned look on my face. And that was my "con job" story—less than Ksh. 1,200 in total, but it felt like a major life lesson.

I’m sharing this story to talk about discipleship, and I’ll be real with you. Growing up, Kadzo only heard the word "disciple" in Bible stories and CRE classes. Words like Nabii, Prophet, and Man of God were foreign to her, especially coming from a Catholic background. So when she started hearing them at her new church, it set off red flags.

But over time, Kadzo learned that discipleship isn’t just a term—it’s a command from Jesus to all His followers. It’s about being guided by someone spiritually ahead of you and, eventually, guiding others. But here’s the key: it has to line up with the Bible. If it doesn’t, it’s not true discipleship.

To stay on track, tools like the Bible and Mizizi are crucial. Mizizi, written by Pastor Muriithi Wanjau, helps new Christians grow deeper in their faith. It teaches who God is, how to pray, and how to serve, all while connecting with others in a group. Kadzo went through it, and it completely transformed her faith and relationships.

So, whether you’re learning or teaching, remember that discipleship is best done in community and always rooted in the Bible. It’s not just a nice idea—it’s how we grow together in faith.