Bishop Mukasa David

I was seventeen years old when God called me. I did not have a plan, a budget, or a mentor standing beside me. I had a word from God and the willingness to act on it. That was enough to begin.

I started with evangelism. I moved from town to town and from village to village, preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. People responded. Hundreds of them came to faith during those early years, and I watched God do things I could not take credit for.

Between the ages of eighteen and nineteen, I began opening churches in different communities and placing other pastors over them. Looking back now, I understand that God was not just using me in those seasons, He was preparing me for something specific.

In 1997, He made that something specific very clear. He directed me to Kyengera town, six and a half kilometres from Kampala along the Masaka highway. It was not an easy place to be sent to. The community was deeply bound spiritually, physically, and financially. Witchcraft was common. The Muslim and Catholic communities were strongly established, and they were not welcoming to what I was coming to do.

I rented a piece of land from a local woman, paid six months of rent in advance, and built a temporary bamboo structure on it. For a while, I sat in it alone.
Eventually five people came. Then we grew to ten. When we reached ten, the Muslim community paid the landlady enough money that she evicted us and replaced our structure with a new house.

We moved to another location and built again. Four months later, that congregation fell apart under the pressure, and only ten members remained. Then the Catholic community rose against us.
I will not pretend those years were easy. But I also cannot pretend that God was absent during them. At the point when it looked most finished, He gave us our own land. Not rented. From that moment, the ministry began to grow in ways I had not seen before. Thousands of people came to Jesus Christ. We held crusades and conferences that I could never have organised on my own strength.

In 2004, God gave me a vision to begin an international ministry. I obeyed. Over time, more than 1,500 pastors joined this ministry. We established two pastor conferences annually. God connected me with ministers from Australia, Sweden, the United Kingdom, the United States, and across Africa. I travelled to Indiana, to Warsaw, to London, not because I sought those platforms, but because doors opened and I walked through them.

Our mission was never complicated. We existed to reach the people that others had passed over those isolated by geography, by poverty, by language, by the barriers society builds around certain communities.

We equipped pastors in rural areas. We built churches. We distributed Bibles. We provided basic medical care where we could. We opened an orphanage at Seeta in Mubende District, where 200 children found a home. We supported widows through income-generating projects. We reached into prisons. We made plans to build schools in Mpigi District because education in that area was hard to access for Christian children.

None of this came from my brilliance. I want to be honest about that. I was a seventeen year old boy who said yes to a calling, got evicted twice in Kyengera, and kept building. Everything that followed was the result of God honouring that obedience not the other way around.

I believe the Bible is the Word of God. I believe Jesus Christ is the only foundation worth building on. I believe the Holy Spirit is not a theological concept but a living presence that changes people. I have seen it happen too many times to think otherwise.

If there is anything I would want someone to take from my story, it is simply this "Do not despise small beginnings, and do not leave the place you have been sent to just because it becomes difficult. The breakthrough you are waiting for is often on the other side of the hardest season."
I am still in Kyengera. I am still building. And I am still grateful.