tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2608197375930160002008-04-09T04:15:50.376-07:00K & S MINISTRYkengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260819737593016000.post-48701426130530130912008-03-13T07:40:00.001-07:002008-03-13T07:40:48.229-07:00vidéo - Cameroun (Ronz - le jour du jugement)<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/xKvz2KrKcSA' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xKvz2KrKcSA'/></object></p><p>Ronz sings about the day of judgement. Standing before the Lord shall we be able to say I confess you as Lord and Saviour.</p></div>kengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260819737593016000.post-35829418030871127532008-01-21T05:24:00.000-08:002008-01-21T05:38:02.752-08:00THE ABANDONED MOTHERS AND THEIR CHILDREN IN THE HOSPITAL<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">This week as we past in the Maternity ward to pray with Mothers and their children, we were sad to meet with one mother Nicoline Meyeng who had been with her baby in the Maternity ward since August 12, 2007.<br /><br />They were nine other sad looking mothers with their children pending bills to settles. Most of these women are single mothers and really need help. Unfortunately they lie on the floors in the Maternity wards to pass the nights while the children are all packed on one bed. <br /><br />These children need to go meet their family members and because their mothers are not able to pay their bills there are kept in the hospital. “There is not hope of leaving this place” one of them said.<br /><br /><br />My fear is some of these children are not in very good state of health and are likely to contaminate the others. I am an eye witness to all of this.<br /><br />From the basis of the Christian background I am sending this to individual, Christian families and friends only. I have posted this information in my web site, if you feel as doing something for these children and their mothers you can send your suggestion to </span><a href="mailto:kengokjohn@gmail.com"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">kengokjohn@gmail.com</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"> or Post it to </span><a href="http://kengoksusan.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;">http://kengoksusan.blogspot.com</span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span>kengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260819737593016000.post-35251914498136351402007-09-07T07:21:00.001-07:002007-09-07T07:21:39.753-07:00kengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260819737593016000.post-15482450446357729212007-09-04T05:07:00.000-07:002007-09-10T01:57:28.861-07:00RENATA'S HOPELESSNESS<div align="left">An elderly woman of 47 years came into my office for counseling weeping and in bitterness. When I began to work with her I realized that the old lady was going through hurting problems which were related to polygamy. She has six children abandoned by the husband who now is married to another woman. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Renata's bitterness was because she has been infected with HIV by the husband and abandoned. She had no hope of further education of her children whom she had work hard in her farms to assist paying their fees in primary school. The last three children ages 16, 12, and 9 are still in school and depending on her. The second wife of her husband is enjoying all what she has laboured all her youth putting in place for her children, she lamented. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I felt dishearten because her case was not different from that of my mother and I am calling on those who read this web site to join me in prayers for Renata and her children. </div><div align="left"></div>kengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-260819737593016000.post-31170603138126772142007-07-05T05:50:00.000-07:002007-09-10T01:44:51.442-07:00ABOUT ME<span style="font-size:130%;">I was born on May 9, 1966 in a small village in Oku subdivision called Mbam in Bui Division of North West Province of the Republic of Cameroon.<br /><br />My father Mr. Ndikaka Kengok was a polygamy married to two wives, Elizabeth and Sarah. The two wives happen to have received Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior but briefly as a Christian, my step mother Sarah backslidden from Church and abreast idolatry under the instigation of her grandmother who was a witch doctor. Life completely changed in our home immediately Sarah had her first baby boy.<br />But this did not border my father who himself was an unbeliever until 1998 when he died.<br /><br />My mother Elizabeth had nine children then and as the first wife she was respected and due honor to both the husband and her Children even the second wife. Her joy lasted briefly because within one and half year of the coming of my father’s new wife, my mother lost seven of her beloved children. In fact, with only two of her surviving children Kengok John and Kengok George she immediately went into depression.<br /><br />This however did not end there, more problems surfaced such as attack of witchcraft and followed by suffering and sickness. She went through grieving and mourning through out her life. There was no one to give my mother the counseling she desired at this time of her life. Even in this condition of life, my father abandoned both my mother and her two surviving children.<br /><br />With this rejection, we started to struggle for survival. He had refused to continue to sponsor my elder brother and I in elementary school. One day when I asked my father for school fees while in elementary five, instead of him responding, my step mother Sarah said, “Why should money be wasted on a death living thing?” after this awkward words from this woman whom I loved so much. My father responded by sending me out of his house. Since then up till his died in 1998 I lived as an orphan.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>EDUCATION:<br /></strong>Because my father had abandoned us, education was out of the way for us. So the struggles went on. But our good God opened a door through one godly man Mr. Ndifon Godfred a one-time Cameroon Baptist Convention pupils’ teacher who temporally adopted me and sent me to elementary school to continue. During this time that I was living with my foster father he continued to encourage me as well gave me hope of survival. He did every thing a father could do to a child and loved me just as his first son.<br /><br />After the elementary school, it was not possible either for me to go to post elementary school so I stayed at home with my mother who was lonely and was still depressed. I stayed with her helping with farm work just to make ends meet and other needs.<br /><br />In 1981, I happen to go down to Yaounde as a house boy to one of my paternal cousin who was a military man. He knew my conditions well. But while in Yaounde he transformed me into a slave in his home, he began to abuse me the way I can't imagine, it was terrible. I was worse than a capture prisoner of war in my cousin house.<br /><br />This alarms some of my kinsmen there in Yaounde and one of them took me in. While with him I got an employment with the American Embassy as a night watchman.<br /><br />During this time an American women Mrs. Susan Smith whose husband worked in the embassy advised me to go back to school. I followed her advice and started college in 1984 in City Bilingual Academy Yaounde.<br /><br />As a night watch man, I was able to pay my tuition and other schooling needs. I have very good friends who loved me and encourage me as I went on with life in Yaounde then but none of these loving friends take away the stress of my fatherless care or concern. Most of them were University students who during holidays leave me and go home to meet their parents.<br /><br />I was a times jealous but as time went on I because caring to these students who respect me so much and even called me Papa John. Once in a while I will be sad but will withdrew or hind my feels to these my good friends. I was often thinking about my depressed mother at home. That was in me and the thoughts of my brothers and sisters that died helplessly.<br /><br />The question continues to groom in my mind “Why did my father not care about the death of his own children he loved and suffered for? While in Yaounde I was always thinking of my helpless situation back at home because I seem to have no home since my father had sent my mother out of our home including my brother and I. I was really disturbed and was most of the time depress and forsaken.<br /><br />This encourages me to have hope onto whom I did not know. But I knew that some thing was about to happen to me. But I did not know what it was all about.<br /><br />Through out this time, I was still working as a night watch and this helped me to sponsor my self in school and even assist my mother and brother who was now married with three kids.<br /><br /><strong>CONVERSION EXPERIENCE: </strong><br />In 1983 while in form four in college, it all happens that one prominent preacher visited our church in Yaounde Cameron I can't still remember is name so to say. He preached on the topic Conversion of Saul in Acts 9:1-12. He talked about having a new name after conversion and that the new name goes with a change in life situation. Just a Saul becomes Paul.<br /><br />I heard the voice of Christ calling me in distress and loneness. I needed a father; I need a changed in my life and a new beginning. I yield to the invitation of Christ that day, because I need a loving and caring Father. I invited Jesus Christ into my Life and accepted him as Lord and Savior from sin. And from then I loved him and trusted him in every thing in my life. I knew I have a father who was caring and loving and I went back home to tell my depressed mother the love of Christ.<br /><br />From this time on, I began searching the written word of God and also fellowshipping with brethren who were so caring and wonderful. During this time, in November 15, 1990, I got married to Susan a loving women who encouraged me in my Christian faith. Our marriage has been blessed by four children one male and three females thus Noel, Emmanuelle, Blessing and Janice.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>MINISTERIAL CALLING (PASTOR/CHAPLAIN):<br /></strong>In 1994, I got admission into Jos ECWA THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY in Nigeria. I had nothing so to say, to even travel to Nigeria but my wife encouraged me to have faith in Jesus whom I have shared with her as the father who cared with me. By then I have lost my dear mother and not one. That was on December 8the 1993. I came back home in 1998 with a BA Th. (Christian Education and have since worked as an Evangelist, a Church Pastor and now as a Hospital Chaplain.<br /><br />As a hospital Chaplain I have come across grieving mothers who have lost their children and are going through depression and stress, abandonment from family member or husbands. I have met young women/people who are going through my mother and my experiences because of the ills of polygamous family, either because of witchcraft attacks and many others life-threatening issues. I have seen the need to seat by the afflicted, to direct them to God, standing by them and to witness and counsel the depressed. In fact, when I recalled my mother and my case in those days, I believe God has called me to minister to the afflicted. My wife and I hope to share this experience to those who have concern to the aflficted women and children to come to our assistance through prayers, psychological, physical and other wise.<br /><br /><strong>THE PHILOSOPHY OF MINISTRY</strong><br />I wish to hereby present my philosophy of ministry which I stand for and practice in my daily services as a hospital chaplain.<br /><br />One of my goal of ministry as a C.B.C Health Board Chaplain is <em>“To improve in my listening skills”</em> This goal which I am effectively using in my ministry to the sick and the afflicted has greatly helped me to come out with this philosophy of work which is </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>“THE MINISTRY OF PRESENCE.”<br /></strong><br />Being available to my clients, help me to listen to their personal problems. I have been going close to each client in my hospital ward and being available to them to hear them share their individual concerns. One of the experiences in my philosophy of ministry is that I practice touching the patient with a compassionate heart. The example of Jesus in Luke 5: 13 “Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I am willing, “he said. “Be clean!” And immediately the leprosy left him.”<br /></em><br />As the incarnate of Jesus Christ in my ministry to the patients, I need to be present to touch them with the heart of Christ whom I represent in the services of spiritual care giver. My focus and goal is geared toward the afflict Mothers and the abandoned children.<br /><br />With this philosophy of <strong>“Presence”</strong> I am able to see my clients with the eyes of Jesus Christ and to reach them with love in their distress.<br /><br />May God help Susan and I to carry out this ministry of presence in the discharge of pastoral care in our daily activities both in the hospital among the afflicted people and to share Christ's love to them.<br /><br />To those who are patience to read this highlights May God bless you and give you much time to pray for the surviving son of Elizabeth, George and John and their families. Accept regards from my family and the suffering people that we are standing by daily. Many who have not accepted the Lord Jesus as their Savior pray that we will have the grace to reach them with the wonderful love of Christ.<br /><br />May God be with you.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />Pastor Kengok John and Susan.</span>kengokjohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16718801041895411886noreply@blogger.com