I am a Pastor from A small Church in Kenya.I have the passion and the calling for helping the vulnerable members of our society especially widows ,orphans,disabled and others.Food is difficult to find,education costs money even medical care is not affordable for them.Please support this work.Blessings.
Bwana asifiwe, my brothers and sisters! I want to share a small story that touched my heart this week. You know, sometimes we look for God in the big thundering clouds, but He is often found in the simplest of things—like a pair of shoes.
A Blessing in a Box
Through God’s grace, we got an opportunity to bless a few of our children with new shoes. When this boy’s turn came, he looked a bit confused, as if he was asking, “Is this really for me?” But let me tell you, the moment those shoes touched his hands, his face lit up like the morning sun! The shy smile he had grew into a look of pure, unhidden joy. He put them on slowly, almost like he was touching something holy. He stood up, took one step, then two… and then, church, he started to run!
More Than Just Leather and Rubber
Now, you know how our boys love football! To this boy, football isn’t just a game; it’s his whole world. With those old, broken shoes, he couldn’t join the match. He felt left behind. But with those new shoes? He felt like a champion! He wasn’t just running; he was reclaiming his dignity. He felt like he finally belonged on that pitch.
“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.” — Matthew 25:40
The Lesson for Us
Sometimes we think we need millions of shillings to change the world. We don’t!
A small gift can bring a big smile.
A simple act can restore hope.
A pair of shoes can give a child the courage to dream again. As I watched him sprinting across the field that day, full of energy and life, I realized that those shoes told him one important thing: “Someone cares about you.” And for a child who felt forgotten, that message means everything. Let us continue to be the hands and feet of Jesus in our community. Amen.
We are grateful to share a small but meaningful moment from our widows support initiative. From the photos above: Priscah Odhiambo (living with disability), Seline Rapala (a widow), and Patricia Abundu (living with disability) each received 2 kilograms of maize to help feed their families.
Though it may seem little, it brought great joy and relief. They expressed heartfelt gratitude and prayed that God blesses all who made this support possible.
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress…” — James 1:27
Let us continue to stand together, support one another, and be a source of hope to those in need. Every act of kindness matters.
This Sunday after service I had the incredible privilege of blessing our girls with sanitary pads. It’s a simple act, but one that changes lives—especially for those from poor backgrounds who might otherwise miss school or struggle in silence.
We’ve been doing this every month for almost two years now, and it’s thriving. What started as a small gesture has grown into a reliable lifeline. More and more girls are showing up, their faces lighting up with relief and gratitude. Today was no different: the joy in their eyes, the tight hugs, and the heartfelt “thank yous” reminded me why we keep going.
These sanitary pads aren’t just products; they’re tickets to education, confidence, and dignity. In communities where poverty makes basics a luxury, initiatives like this bridge the gap. We’ve seen attendance improve, smiles return, and futures brighten. It’s working because it’s consistent—month after month, we’re there.
If you’re reading this and feel moved, consider joining us. Donations of pads, volunteers, or even shares of this story make a difference. Together, we can keep empowering these amazing girls.
Here is a blog post written in a warm, celebratory, and reflective tone, perfect for a church website, newsletter, or personal faith blog.
By: [Pst Sam Newsam Omolo-Salvation Gospel Obambo
There is something truly special about Easter Sunday. The air feels different—lighter, filled with the scent of lilies and the sound of “He is Risen!” echoing through the sanctuary. But this past Easter, our church experienced something beyond the usual celebration. We didn’t just remember the resurrection; we lived it through two sacred acts of faith: Baptism and Holy Communion.
It was a day of new beginnings and deep remembrance.
Going Down into the Water
The service began with a holy hush. At the front of the church, candidates for baptism stood—some with nervous smiles, others with tears already streaming down their faces. As we read Romans 6:4 (“We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death…”), one by one, they followed the Lord in obedience.
When each person came up out of the water, gasping for air but beaming with joy, the congregation erupted in applause. Old barriers fell. We weren’t just watching a ritual; we were witnessing a spiritual birth. These new members didn’t just join our church roll—they became part of the family of God.
Gathering at the Lord’s Table
After the splashing of the baptismal pool came the quiet of the communion table. The mood shifted from celebration to solemn gratitude. We broke bread and shared the cup, remembering the body that was broken and the blood that was shed.
There is a deep unity in communion. As we held the elements, we weren’t just individuals taking a snack. We were the body of Christ, connected to believers across time and around the world. The baptism reminded us of our new life; the communion reminded us of the cost of that life.
Strangers No More: Hosting Our Visitors
Perhaps the most beautiful surprise of the day was the sea of unfamiliar faces in the pews. We had the privilege of hosting visitors from different churches, denominations, and even some who hadn’t stepped inside a church in years.
Some came because a family member was getting baptized. Others were just passing through town. But by the end of the service, they were no longer “visitors”—they were brothers and sisters.
During the altar call, something remarkable happened. People didn’t just come forward for prayer; they reached across the aisles to hug someone they had never met. A visitor from an another church was seen praying with a member of our praise team. The walls of denomination crumbled at the feet of the Risen King.
Filled with the Holy Spirit
I wish I could describe to you the atmosphere in that room. It was thick—not with heat, but with the tangible presence of the Holy Spirit. During the final worship song, many were overcome. Some lifted their hands in surrender. Others wept silently. A few visitors later testified that they felt a “warm fire” in their chest that they had never experienced before.
The Holy Spirit doesn’t check your membership card before He fills you. He poured out on the newly baptized, the lifelong believers, and the curious visitors alike. It was a true Pentecost moment in the middle of Easter.
Final Thoughts
If there is one thing I want you to take away from this, it is this: Easter is not just a historical date on a calendar. It is a living reality.
Through baptism, we die with Him. Through communion, we remember His sacrifice. Through fellowship, we become His family. Through the Holy Spirit, we are empowered to live as witnesses.
To our visitors: thank you for worshipping with us. You brought a fresh wind. To our newly baptized: welcome to the family. Heaven is celebrating you.
And to anyone reading this who has been running from God: the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead is still filling hearts today. Come as you are. There is room at the cross—and there is room at the table.
He is risen indeed.
Have you experienced a powerful Easter service like this? Share your testimony in the comments below.
After our Sunday church service, we took a small step to stand with some of the most vulnerable among us. I had the opportunity to share a few food items with widows and ladies living with disabilities. It may have seemed like a simple gesture, but in a time like this, it truly mattered.
Many families are going through a very difficult season. The famine has hit hard, and for some, even getting a basic meal has become a daily struggle. You could see the relief and gratitude in their faces, a reminder that even the little we have can bring hope to someone else.
One of the ladies, Sister Patricia, also reached out for help. She has not been feeling well and needs support to seek medical treatment. It is a heavy burden to carry when you are unwell and unable to meet the cost of care.
Let us continue to keep them in our prayers. Pray for provision, for healing, and for strength. And where we can, let us not grow weary in doing good. Even the smallest act of kindness can speak loudly in a time of need.
