Muyizzi — Tewali Mbeera Nene By Pr John

"Pastor," Waswa said, his voice dry as the soil. "I want to buy my way into God's favor. I have a few cows left. I have land. Tell me the price. Ndiwa oluwa. I will 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. 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?" "Pastor," Waswa said, his voice dry as the soil

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." I have land

That night, Waswa gave away his last three cows to the widows of the village. He didn't do it to buy Heaven. He did it because, for the first time, he understood that love had no price tag.

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

"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."