It was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way.
These words in the opening paragraph of Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities accurately capture our religious reality in Kenya today. It has become a norm that we are rudely served each morning with novel escapades of part of the clergy hawking fake miracles, the gospel industry stinking to high heavens, and narcissistic politicians spewing vitriol at the altar with a legion of gullible congregants cheering them on. Dear Kenyans, I cannot over-emphasise that we are choking under religious mediocrity and complacency.
