Lusaka, Zambia, Missions Coordinator
Misheck has an engineering background and has been a member of Kabwata Baptist Church since 1991. In March of 2012, he began coordinating Kabwata’s missions and church-planting efforts throughout Africa.
I was born on the morning of February 11, 1957, in Chingwele, Matero, Lusaka. My parents were Presbyterians and attended the Dutch Reformed Church in Matero. At the age of two, I was baptized in this church. Later, my family joined the Methodist Church, which eventually became the United Church of Zambia (UCZ). I attended Sunday school from the age of eight, and my association with this church made me believe that I was a Christian. I was even confirmed in the UCZ Church while I was attending Hillcrest Technical School in Livingstone in 1971.
Throughout my college A-Level studies, I believed that I was a Christian, until I was challenged regarding my salvation by Pastor Joe Imakando of Emmasdale Church. On Tuesday, September 18, 1979, after I had returned home for vacation work during the summer break, Pastor Imakando met me in my house as he waited to take my younger brother Steady to a prayer meeting. He asked me if I was a Christian. I answered with absolute certainty that I was, as was everyone in our family. He asked me why I believed this, and I answered that we all attended United Church of Zambia every Sunday. I also told him that I was confirmed as a church member in Livingstone. He then asked me whether or not I was saved, and I said that I was not. I further added that only God knows who will be saved on the Day of Judgment, and even He could know this only after He had examined the evidence and made a decision. Pastor Imakando insisted that we could and should know now whether or not we are saved.
Pastor Joe was in a hurry to go to the prayer meeting, so he gave me a tract to read, and then he left with my brother. I read that tract several times, each time questioning the logic that a person could know they were saved before the Judgment Day. I had no quarrels with repentance, but I could not believe that we could be saved and know that we were saved in the present. In my opinion, it was taking things too far. It was too good to be true!
The next afternoon, while walking home from town, there were many deep struggles within me. Because I was distracted by what was going on in my mind, I was nearly run over by a vehicle as I crossed Lumumba Road. As soon as I was safely across, something occurred that I am not able to explain even to this day – I had a visual image of all my past thoughts and philosophies about God. On that day, it became very clear that all my beliefs were grossly flawed and would not benefit me. A profound sadness overcame me, and I became quite depressed. I was still having a serious battle within my soul regarding the possibility of being saved before Judgment Day. When I arrived home, my sister noticed that I was not myself. She asked if something was wrong, but I lied to her, saying it was only something trivial. After my evening meal, I went to sleep early (about 8 P.M.) with a very troubled mind. I woke up two hours later, read the tract again, and went back to sleep. I repeated this three more times. Around 4:30 A.M., on Thursday morning, I woke up and read the tract a fifth time. This time, I even prayed the “Sinner’s Prayer” that was printed on the last pages of the tract, but nothing changed! I still felt the same! Finally, at 5:15 A.M., I prayed with an attitude of surrender. I prayed my own prayer, and it was possibly the shortest prayer of my life: “God, You are right, and I am wrong.”
Immediately, an indescribable feeling of release and relief came over all of my body. I began to laugh and cry for joy at the same time. Wanting not to disturb my younger brother, who was asleep in the same bedroom, I made every effort to control myself. Even as early as it was, I had an overwhelming desire to leave the house, go onto the streets, and hug everyone and tell them that I loved them!
As soon as my brother returned from work that afternoon, I explained to him what had happened to me. He was amazed! Unbeknownst to me, he had prepared a lengthy letter explaining to me how I needed to be saved. He was intending to give it to me sometime when it was convenient. God had overtaken both of us!
What followed this event was a surprise to me. I began yearning to constantly read from the Bible, seek out and partake in all sorts of Christian meetings, and tell as many people as possible about the truth of salvation before the Day of Judgment. Within three weeks, it also became apparent to me that I was not benefiting from the teachings of my childhood church, particularly when it came to matters of salvation. For this reason, I began to attend Emmasdale Church, where what was preached agreed with what I was reading in the Bible.
The following year, I went to the town of Luanshya to work in the copper mines. There, I began to worship at Luanshya Baptist Church, and I was baptized by immersion as a believer. In 1981, I traveled to the U.K. to pursue a degree in mechanical engineering the Polytechnic Institute in Sunderland. While there, I worshiped at Bethesda Baptist Church, where I worked among the youth. At the Institute, I had fellowship with Scripture Union, Chinese Overseas Christian Mission (of which I was president for two years), and Campus Crusade for Christ. In 1984, I went to Leeds, where I continued my studies in mechanical engineering. There, I worshiped at Harehills Lane Baptist Church. I taught the Young Peoples Fellowship and Sunday school.
I returned to Zambia in 1988 and worked for a company in Mufulira. During that time, I worshiped at Mufulira Central Baptist Church (now Fairview Baptist). In 1991, I came to the city of Lusaka, and I joined Kabwata Baptist Church, where I now serve as the missions coordinator.