TESTIMONY OF SALVATION FOR ENOCH MUNJOMA

I was brought up in the Western Province town of Mongu, in Zambia by a Zimbabwean father and a Zambian mother. We were a family of eight of which I'm the fifth born. Since our home was only a stone's throw away from a United Church of Zambia (presbyterian)church, my childhood was characterized by a lot of church-going the whole way to my high school days. And because I was a fairly well behaved boy, I believed, maintained, and told everyone that I was a Christian.

During my teen years at high school - where I would be for three months in boarding, away from home - it began to be clear to me that I had no control over my moral conduct and that in fact I was not a Christian. I wantonly indulged in some of the worst immoral activities the school had witnessed. As a consequence of this I even quit school for a whole year (1990).

During that one year, one of the things I enjoyed doing at home was making simple transister radios, and while I would be busy, there would come a Christian radio program called Meditative Moments by a certain preacher with a voice which was somewhat hoarse and sounded as though he'd been taking a lot of alcohol just the previous day. I remember beginning to like the programe but not really that I cared.

With my late elder sister's persuasion I went back to school in Kaoma, about 200km east of Mongu. There, she introduced me to a Pentecostal church where she once used to worship during her high school days. It was there that one sunday the pastor preached on The parable of The Prodigal Son in Luke 15. Verse 17 which talks about him resolving to arise and return to his father is what convicted me as I realized that I had no such turn-around in my life. When I went back to school I prayed and asked God to forgive me of all my sins.

Two years later the family decided that I move to another school in Lusaka and while there, a family friend invited me to his church where I was glad to find out that the preaching pastor was most probably the preacher with a drunken voice on my simple radio! After finding out from the person sitting next to me I said to myself, "Yes! he used to say his name  was Conrad Mbewe!"...and I became a member of that fellowship.

TESTIMONY OF CALLING TO MISSIONS WORK FOR ENOCH MUNJOMA

My calling to missions work became evident shortly after I got saved although I had no idea then what it was The Lord was telling me. In 2006, I went with a mission team to pastor German Banda's church in Sinda, to minister in song. This was the first of many such trips.

In 2009, while working as Marketing manager for Prepet Bookshop, I felt a strong compulsion to leave my job and move to Livingstone to serve God at Trinity Baptist Church. But this burden I could not fully explain either to myself or to those who asked "why Enoch, why."

I only began to understand it when I met the Reeces in Livingstone and learned of the situation they found themselves with work in Mutemwa.

But the most overriding confirmation to this work is the peace and satisfaction that I feel about it. I have come to even understand why God taught me guitar shortly after I got saved.

Enoch Munjoma