Tewali Mbeera Nene By Pr John Muyizzi May 2026

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.

Waswa clenched his fists. "Then what must I give? Tewali mbeera nene? Is there no big price I can pay?" Tewali Mbeera Nene by Pr John Muyizzi

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. Pastor John stood up, his face calm but

Pastor John smiled and placed a hand on Waswa’s shoulder. "That is the good news, my brother. Tewali mbeera nene. There is no big price—because the price has already been paid. Not by you. Not by your cows. Not by your land. By the blood of the Lamb." "Then what must I give

Waswa decided to visit Pastor John Muyizzi. He found the pastor in a small wooden chapel, praying on his knees.