"Listen, children of God. You worry that following Christ will cost you too much. But I tell you today: Tewali Mbeera Nene. There is no price too big to pay for a love that already gave you everything. Give your heart. The rest is just gratitude." Following God is not about affording a high cost—it is about accepting a free gift. And when you truly understand that, no sacrifice you make for love will ever feel too great.
One harvest season, a terrible drought came. The sun scorched the grass brown. Waswa’s prized cattle began to fall, one by one. His gold lost its shine when there was no water to buy. His barns grew empty. In his despair, he remembered the words of a traveling preacher years ago: "When the wealth is gone, the heart is tested."
Waswa clenched his fists. "Then what must I give? Tewali mbeera nene? Is there no big price I can pay?"
Pastor John stood up, his face calm but his eyes sharp as a prophet’s. He looked at Waswa’s trembling hands, then at the empty sky outside.
For the first time, Waswa’s hardened heart cracked. He fell to his knees not to bargain, but to weep. He realized that the big price he feared losing—his pride, his control, his riches—was never the price of salvation. It was only the weight he had been carrying in vain.
"Waswa," the pastor said softly, "you have been asking the wrong question. You keep asking, 'Mbeera ya ki?' — 'What is the price?' But God is not a market stall. You cannot bargain with the Creator."
"Listen, children of God. You worry that following Christ will cost you too much. But I tell you today: Tewali Mbeera Nene. There is no price too big to pay for a love that already gave you everything. Give your heart. The rest is just gratitude." Following God is not about affording a high cost—it is about accepting a free gift. And when you truly understand that, no sacrifice you make for love will ever feel too great.
One harvest season, a terrible drought came. The sun scorched the grass brown. Waswa’s prized cattle began to fall, one by one. His gold lost its shine when there was no water to buy. His barns grew empty. In his despair, he remembered the words of a traveling preacher years ago: "When the wealth is gone, the heart is tested." Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi
Waswa clenched his fists. "Then what must I give? Tewali mbeera nene? Is there no big price I can pay?" "Listen, children of God
Pastor John stood up, his face calm but his eyes sharp as a prophet’s. He looked at Waswa’s trembling hands, then at the empty sky outside. There is no price too big to pay
For the first time, Waswa’s hardened heart cracked. He fell to his knees not to bargain, but to weep. He realized that the big price he feared losing—his pride, his control, his riches—was never the price of salvation. It was only the weight he had been carrying in vain.
"Waswa," the pastor said softly, "you have been asking the wrong question. You keep asking, 'Mbeera ya ki?' — 'What is the price?' But God is not a market stall. You cannot bargain with the Creator."