I remember the first time I watched Rhema Feast online.
It was Day 3, and I was watching Rev. Julian Kyula minister. I thought I was simply tuning in to a sermon, but somewhere between listening and receiving, something shifted in me.
Rev. Julian made me think differently about who I am in the Kingdom of God.
I began asking myself questions I had never really asked before.
What does it mean to know my identity in Christ?
What does it mean to live boldly for Him?
What does it mean to be part of a community that is genuinely hungry for God?
And suddenly, watching Rhema Feast virtually was no longer enough.
I wanted to be there.
So I attended Day 4 at Uhuru Park.
I remember being there and thinking about everything I was going through at the time. I was in a difficult season, but strangely, for those moments, it didn’t matter.
I was simply there.
In the presence of my Father who art in heaven.
Surrounded by people who were worshipping, praying, learning, laughing, and passionately pursuing Christ.
There was something about being in that environment that I cannot fully explain.
I began noticing the people around me.
Young people who were not ashamed of their faith.
People with a genuine hunger for God.
People who spoke about Jesus with such boldness that you could tell this was not just a Sunday routine for them.
And somehow, their fire began to awaken something in me.
I wanted to know more.
I wanted to understand more.
I wanted to grow deeper.
I even found myself desiring to speak in the Spirit, something I had never really thought about before.
Then came Day 5, the final day.
By then, I knew I was not simply attending an event.
Something in me had been stirred.
I had walked into a community and discovered that faith could be lived with joy, boldness, passion, and genuine hunger for God.
That experience taught me something about community.
Sometimes, you don’t realise how much you need a particular community until you find yourself in one.
Sometimes, the people around you can awaken a hunger you had allowed to become quiet.
Sometimes, someone else’s fire reminds you that you were never meant to live your faith alone.
And perhaps that is why community matters.
We need people who remind us of who we are when we forget.
People who challenge us to go deeper.
People whose passion makes us hungry for more of God.
People who make following Christ feel less like a private journey and more like a family we belong to.
Rhema Feast became more than something I watched.
It became an experience that introduced me to a community, and that community helped me see something in myself that I had not fully understood before.
And now, as another Rhema Feast approaches, I find myself looking forward to it with a different heart.
Not just because I want to attend.
But because I know what can happen when you place yourself in a room where people are hungry for God.
Maybe you have been watching from a distance.
Maybe you have been attending church but still feel like something is missing.
Maybe you simply want to grow deeper in your walk with God.
Perhaps this is your invitation to step into the room.
Come with an open heart.
Come expectant.
Come ready to meet God and perhaps, along the way, discover a community that reminds you that you were never meant to walk this journey alone.
I know I can’t wait for Rhema Feast.
Maybe I’ll see you there.