Fromthepulpit Mentorship and Evangelical Program

18/04/2026

(A TRIBUTE TO APOLLO OCHIENG ONYANGO)

Today, we have laid to rest Apollo Ochieng Onyango.
A young man full of promise… a brother, a son, and one of our own in (Fromthepulpit).

Apollo was not just a member—he was a reflection of humility, respect, and willingness to serve. From the days of our (8th Mission at Magawa), his quiet strength and openness made him stand out. He carried a heart that was easy to guide, ready to listen, and willing to walk the journey of faith and fellowship.

I was glad that when he joined (Got Agulu), he met one of my sons, Dennis, who asked him if he knew me—and he said, “he is my pastor.” That alone spoke volumes.

Though we lost touch for a while when he joined high school, his spirit never changed. Even recently, his willingness to reconnect reminded us that once a Pulpit member, always a Pulpit member.

Your death, though sudden, has rekindled my spirit to consolidate members of Fromthepulpit and make us move again with purpose. You may have gone not visibly as a Fromthepulpit member, but I knew you were one.

Today, as we lay him to rest, we do not just mourn—we celebrate a life that, though short, touched many hearts. His kindness, respect, and gentle nature will remain with us.

Apollo, your journey with us may have been cut short, but your impact will not fade. You have gone ahead of us, and we trust that God, in His mercy, has received you.

Rest in peace, Apollo.
You will always be part of us.

— Ev. Timothy Omondo Meny
Founder, Fromthepulpit Team

14/02/2026

Paul Oriaro – A Brother I Never Prepared to Bury
Oriaro
My heart is heavy as I write this.

My first ever parish assignment outside our home parish Kapiyo, where I was born in this calling, was St. Mark’s Barkanyango Parish. And the way it happened is a story I can never forget.

My call has always been mostly, but not limited to youth ministry. During that time, the youth chairman of St. Peter Chianda Parish, Okella Church died in a road accident. By then I was deeply serving in youth ministry at Kapiyo. One of our youths, Mary Abagi, was related to him and she invited us to go and help in the night vigil — another area I am always proud to serve.

I remember very well — I did not have a single cent on me. Not even fare. My nephew Victor Meny came from his work at Utonga Beach and gave me 200 shillings. Victor, that 200 has multiplied into the blessings I carry today. May God bless you.

That night vigil we had Steve the pianist and Walter Adeya. We did not go there to impress anyone, but we praised God until that land felt the fire of worship. We gave it our best. That is where Rev. Paul Oginga the then vicar of Barkanyango noticed me. He took my number, and that is how I got the opportunity to serve with him at Barkanyango.

Barkanyango made me. Barkanyango shaped me. Barkanyango has been a blessing to me.
While serving there, Omondi, the eldest son of Mwalimu Solomon Oriaro, passed on. That was the first funeral I ever conducted practically — from blessing the grave, consoling the family, to the burial itself. I was young in ministry, but I gave it my all. I believe I did it well.

That is when Hellen Norah Oriaro noticed me. Later, Paul noticed me. Edwin noticed me.
Hellen Norah Oriaro, Paul Oriaro, and Edwin Oriaro — the three siblings became my support system. You stood with me when I was still growing. You encouraged me. You believed in me. Adhiambo Nyar Mwalimu, what you have done for me is priceless. Edwin, your steady presence has never gone unnoticed. Paul, your quiet support spoke louder than many words.

Paul was not just an elder brother in that family. He was a pillar. A man who would check on me. A man who, if you sent a text, he would respond. If you needed something, he would not complicate it. He simply acted.

Paul was one of the supporters of Fromthepulpit. He believed in the vision. He stood with us quietly but faithfully. Some people support with noise. Others support with heart. Paul supported with heart.

Just last year, when you lost your mum, I wrote the kind words that were too many I thought you won't read. You responded, Paul. Today it is you. When I received the news of your death, I was shocked. I thought I was dreaming. I wanted it to be a mistake. But it is reality. And I am hurt to the brim.

Hellen, losing an elder brother is not a small thing. It is losing a protector, a guide, a family pillar.

Edwin, losing a brother leaves a silence that words cannot fill. As for me, I have lost a supporter and a brother in ministry.

Paul has left a vacuum that no one will fill the same way.

Paul, I do not know how to eulogise you perfectly. I only know how to say thank you.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for supporting Fromthepulpit.
Thank you for being a brother.
Rest well, Paul Oriaro.
— Ev. Timothy Omondo Meny

13/02/2026

Today I stand at Tieng’re in Kisumu to say goodbye to my brother and prayer partner, John Joshua Oyoo.
My name is Ev. Timothy Omondo Meny, serving in the ACK Diocese of Bondo at ACK St. Mary’s Kapiyo, and one of the founders of Fromthepulpit Ministry. John and I began our journey together at Ramba Boys High School as CU officials, where we formed the Paradise Prayer Group. What started with just three of us holding hands after 9:30 p.m. preps grew into a movement that shaped many lives.
John was quiet but firm. Deep in prayer. Committed. Faithful.
In 2012, life separated us, but we always longed for a reunion to continue what we had started. That reunion will not happen here on earth — and that is what pains me most.
But I am grateful. Because the seeds we planted together continue to bear fruit. Fromthepulpit was born from those Paradise days.
Rest well, my brother. Your prayers still speak.

13/02/2026

EULOGY FOR JOHN JOSHUA OYOO
Family members, friends, brethren,
My name is Ev. Timothy Omondo Meny. I serve in the Anglican Church of Kenya, Diocese of Bondo, currently posted at ACK St. Mary’s Kapiyo. I am also one of the founders and leaders of Fromthepulpit Ministry.
Today, I stand here not just as a minister, but as a brother. A friend. A prayer partner. A witness to the life of John Joshua Oyoo.
John and I met at Ramba Boys High School. During our time there, we served together as Christian Union officials. It was in those meetings that we agreed to form prayer groups to strengthen students spiritually and confront the challenges that were affecting the school.
Together, John and I formed what we called the Paradise Prayer Group.
At the beginning, we were only three. After 9:30 p.m. preps, while others rested, we would gather and pray. We held hands — sometimes just three of us — while other groups were many. But we were not discouraged. We believed that if God was with us, we were enough.
By 2011, Paradise had grown. Students joined. Lives were transformed. Teachers knew about us. Even the principal knew that Paradise Prayer Group existed. What began as a small circle became a spiritual force in the school.
And at the center of that journey was John Joshua.
John was calm but firm. Quiet but powerful in prayer. He was not driven by attention, but by conviction. When he committed to something, he gave it his whole heart.
In 2012, after finishing school, life made us part ways. But we always longed for a reunion — to sit again, pray again, and continue what we had started. I had hoped to bring him fully into Fromthepulpit ministry so we could continue building what began in Paradise.
That reunion will not happen on this side of eternity.
And that is what pains me deeply.
But I stand here also with gratitude. Because John did not live in vain. The seeds we planted together continue to bear fruit. Fromthepulpit ministry was born from those Paradise days. His prayers

13/02/2026

John Joshua Oyoo – Until We Meet Again
Today we say goodbye,
but my heart refuses to accept the word.
John Joshua,
we did not just meet in life —
we began something sacred together.
From the small beginnings of Fromthepulpit,
from prayer meetings that carried more fire than numbers,
from dreams bigger than our pockets,
we walked side by side.
Who knew that the boy from Ramba Boys High School
would one day become a pillar in my story?
Who knew that the laughter in civilian clothes
would be replaced by this silence,
this unbearable stillness?
We always said we would meet again —
not as students bound by school rules,
but as men clothed in purpose.
We dreamed of standing together,
preaching Christ with boldness,
growing the altar we built with trembling hands.
And now I come to see you
not in the noise of ministry,
not in the joy of reunion,
but in the quiet cold of farewell.
John, this was not the reunion we planned.
You have gone ahead of me —
not defeated,
not forgotten —
but called home sooner than I was ready for.
Your voice still echoes in my spirit.
Your passion still burns in the vision we started.
Your name is written in the foundations of Fromthepulpit.
No one can erase that.
As I look at you one last time,
I refuse to say goodbye in despair.
I say thank you.
Thank you for the prayers.
Thank you for the brotherhood.
Thank you for believing in a dream
when all we had was faith and stubborn hope.
Sleep well, my brother.
Rest from the battles.
Rest from the labor.
The work we started will not die.
Your seed is in the soil of eternity.
Until we meet again —
not in civilian clothes,
not in school uniforms,
but clothed in glory.
Farewell, John Joshua Oyoo.
You were a gift.
You are a story I will never stop telling.

07/02/2026

I served with John Joshua Oyoo at Ramba Boys High School Christian Union. We were more than colleagues—we were prayer partners, brothers in ministry, and friends who believed deeply in the power of God to change young lives.

Together we founded the Fromthepulpit team at Ramba, praying side by side, encouraging students, and dreaming of a generation grounded in Christ.

Today my heart is broken and confused because Joshua is no more. It is hard to accept that someone so full of life, so committed to God’s work, could leave us so suddenly.

I still struggle to understand how he could simply collapse in church, a place he loved, without even being sick. It feels unreal.

Joshua was a faithful servant, a humble leader, and a dependable partner in the gospel. His passion for prayer, his gentle spirit, and his dedication to the students inspired me every day. The ministry we built together stands as a testimony of his faith and commitment.

As he is laid to rest this Friday, I mourn not only a friend but a fellow soldier in Christ. Yet even in my pain, I thank God for the privilege of having walked this journey with him. His work, his prayers, and his legacy will continue to live on in the Fromthepulpit we founded together.

Rest well, my brother Joshua. Until we meet again in the presence of the Lord.
From Ev. Timothy.

26/01/2026

John Joshua Oyoo: The Paradise Prayer Group We Built Together*
My story with *John Joshua Oyoo* pains me deeply, especially because we had always longed for a reunion—to continue what we began together before *Ramba Boys High School* made us part ways in *2012*.
We served together as *CU officials*, under the guidance of our patron, *Mr. Forum Ogal*. Our chairman then was *Jacob Anyango later Roger Oduor*. It was during one of the CU officials’ meetings that a powerful idea was proposed: that in order to strengthen prayer, give members a chance to speak with their leaders, and confront the growing threat of devil worship in school, we should form *small prayer groups*. All the thirteen CU officials would pair in twos and invite members to join them.
I was paired with *John Joshua Oyoo*—a fellow CU official, a *DH Captain*, a man with a firm voice, disciplined spirit, and not easily befriended. Yet once you knew him, you understood his depth and conviction. Together, we formed what would become *one of the most impactful prayer movements Ramba Boys ever witnessed*.
We called it *Paradise Prayer Group*.
Initially, I wanted to name it Fromthepulpit. But during discussions, *Joshua and Evans* suggested *Paradise*—because paradise represented *God’s presence, victory, and restoration*. That name carried weight, and it stayed.

At the beginning, we were only *three*. I never imagined that this small gathering would become the *birthplace of Fromthepulpit Ministry*. When Paradise began, only one Form One student, *Evans Onyango Waloh*, joined us despite our many appeals. Later, *Brian Ado*, who joined midterm and was related to Evans, became part of us.
Prayer groups met after the main CU prayers, which ended after *9:30 p.m. preps*. While other groups were large, we would stand hand in hand—sometimes just *three of us*—and pray. We were few, but we were not discouraged. *John Joshua never wavered*. His presence alone carried authority.
By *2011*, Paradise had grown into

26/01/2026

20/10/2024

*Memo to Fromthepulpit Members*

Dear Fromthepulpit Members,

As we prepare for the upcoming mission at *Seme Salvation Church from December 26th to 31st* , we are calling on your support. We kindly urge each member to contribute *KES 100* via M-Pesa Paybill to Joyce Obilo, Paybill Number: *4340650* , as a sign of your commitment to the mission.

Additionally, we encourage you to pledge items such as foodstuff (e.g., flour, cooking oil, sugar, milk, reams of water) or any other support you can offer. If you are unable to donate items, please feel free to pledge an amount you can raise towards the mission.

Most importantly, let us stay alert and keep praying for the success of the mission and for God's guidance as we prepare to serve.

Thank you for your commitment and support.

Yours faithfully,
Ev. Timothy