08/06/2026
My Ministry Journey Testimony
For sixteen years, I have been on a ministry journey, but everything suddenly made sense on Thursday and Friday, 4th and 5th June 2026.
When I first got saved, coming from a life of drunkenness and addiction, I believed the greatest success I could ever achieve as a Christian was to get married through a church wedding. By God's grace, that dream came true. However, after my wedding, I felt there was still something more God wanted me to do.
I served in different churches, continually searching for what I believed was my calling. My vision of success shifted from getting married the right way to having a ministry where I could help people know Christ and grow in Him.
The journey was not easy. I encountered many challenges, frustrations, heavy debts, and failed businesses. Yet through prayer and active service to the Lord, God always gave me strength to keep standing.
One of the things I had hoped to leave behind when I came to Christ was the trouble I experienced while living in the world. Before I got saved, I was often arrested during police crackdowns in clubs. I was robbed several times and frequently found myself in dangerous situations while returning home late at night. On two occasions, I came very close to being killed. By God's grace, the attackers never carried out their plans.
My elder brother, who passed away last year due to alcohol-related issues, was once my role model. Looking back, I realize that had God not intervened, I might have died before him. God rescued me and gave me a new life. One of my greatest regrets is that I was never able to lead my brother to Christ. I wish I had done more to invest in his spiritual life. Though my Christian walk was genuine, it was not enough to draw him to salvation. It is a painful reality, but I leave it in God's hands. May he rest in peace.
His death became a wake-up call in my spiritual journey. I realized that I had been in church for sixteen years while many of my own family members still did not know Christ. I reached a point where I cried out to God and said, "Lord, something must change. If my family remains unreached, then I do not understand the purpose of all these years of ministry."
My ministry dream changed again. I no longer desired a large ministry or public recognition. My greatest desire became seeing my family saved and living for Christ.
On Thursday morning, after my 5:00 a.m. prayers, I felt a strong burden to help organize a men's Kesha that was scheduled for the following evening. I contacted the men's patron to discuss the program. Little did I know that this Kesha would become a turning point in my life.
The patron informed me that he would consult with our pastor so that we could all be in agreement regarding the program. After our conversation, I left work and headed home.
One Scripture that has always spoken to me is 2 Corinthians 2:11:
"Lest Satan should take advantage of us; for we are not ignorant of his devices."
I did not realize that by taking the planning of the Kesha lightly, I was underestimating the spiritual battle surrounding it.
About one kilometer after leaving, a traffic police vehicle stopped me. More than eight officers came out. Since I believed there was nothing wrong with my vehicle, I stopped willingly. During the inspection, they found an issue related to my insurance during a crackdown operation. I was taken to the police station and required to pay a significant amount of money. I felt trapped and helpless.
At the time, I did not understand that a spiritual battle was taking place. The experience left me frustrated and discouraged. After I was released, I questioned everything. I asked God, "I came to Christ to leave these kinds of situations behind. Why am I still experiencing the same challenges?"
The enemy attacked me in an area where I was vulnerable. I became so discouraged that I decided I would quit ministry. I even considered selling my car at a throwaway price because I blamed it for my problems.
By Friday, the day of the Kesha, I had almost completely given up. I was focused on finding money to repay friends who had helped me get released. Normally, after work, I would go directly to church to prepare for the meeting. This time, however, I decided to go home first because I was uncertain whether I would even attend.
But God had other plans.
As I walked around my small farm that evening, I met my cousin, Kamau.
Kamau had caused great pain and disappointment within our family. Many people had completely given up on him because of his lifestyle. In fact, some people had reached a point where they expected only to hear news of his death.
Recently, he had moved away from the village, but troubling reports about him continued. At one point, some people were so angry with him that they wanted to take the law into their own hands. My wife and I continued praying for him, but humanly speaking, there seemed to be no hope.
Later, His father discovered that Kamau was struggling with mental health issues. He was taken to a mental hospital, treated, and placed on medication, which he continues to take.
A few days earlier, I had spoken to him about changing his lifestyle and considering his future. Out of all my family members, he was probably the last person I expected to receive Christ.
As we stood talking on the farm, he suddenly said something that shocked me:
"I am looking for a church where I can be going."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
I immediately invited him to visit my church on Sunday. Then I mentioned the men's Kesha that was taking place that evening and told him he was welcome to attend.
By then it was around 6:00 p.m.
At that moment, all the frustration and discouragement I had been carrying began to disappear. I suddenly saw an opportunity to minister to someone from my own family.
I told him, "If you decide to come, find me before 6:30 p.m. and we will go together."
The irony was remarkable. Just moments earlier, I had been planning to quit ministry.
Now I found myself eagerly waiting for one of the most unlikely members of my family to come to church.
I kept looking through the window, hoping to see him. Finally, at about 6:30 p.m., just as I was preparing to leave, I saw Kamau walking toward my house.
Humbly he said, "Please don't leave me. Give me a few minutes and we will go together."
Those words became one of the most precious things I have heard in sixteen years of ministry.
On my wedding day, I shed tears when my wife said, "I do." But when Kamau said, "I will come with you," something even deeper happened in my heart.
At that moment, I knew my calling.
I knew God had called me to reach my family with the Gospel.
The Holy Spirit filled me with peace. Every frustration, every debt, every disappointment, and every challenge suddenly lost its power over me. I knew that if Kamau could come to Christ, then there was hope for the rest of my family as well.
That night, Kamau gave his life to Christ.
Of all the achievements God has allowed me to experience, seeing him receive salvation is one of the greatest.
I am committed to praying for him, discipling him, and investing in his spiritual growth. I believe God will use him as a bridge to reach many others in our family.
Today, my heart is filled with peace and victory.
Even if I achieve nothing else in ministry, seeing Kamau stand firm in Christ will mean more to me than any title, position, or accomplishment.
After sixteen years, I finally understand my assignment.
God was preparing me all along for this moment.
By His grace, I am ready for the task.
Testimony from Francis Ndichu Boro; Never give up
