Francis Egbuson

By Francis E. Egbuson  ·  June 5, 2026  ·  Leadership · Purpose · Story I almost missed him. The first time our eyes met, I was standing in a ticket queue at Princeton Junction. A tall, grey-haired African American man — six feet at least — stood nearby, a manpack across one shoulder and what looked at first like a bullhorn, polished into the shape of a vuvuzela, resting casually in his hand. He had a presence that made you look twice without knowing exactly why. The kind of gravity that is earned, not performed. We crossed paths again on the platform, where the train to New York was running seven minutes late. I said hello. He smiled — the kind of smile that holds decades of hard-won grace. His name was Wayne Slappy. What followed was thirty-some minutes on a train that I did not want to end. "You must pursue that which is bigger than yourself." — Wayne Slappy Wayne was born into poverty in...

May 2026 · State College, Pennsylvania ✦   ✦   ✦ There are moments when the weight of where you have arrived can only be understood by remembering where you began. This weekend was one of those moments — watching our son David walk across the stage at Penn State University, his mother beside me, grace pressing quietly and powerfully against my chest. Grace is often spoken of in the abstract — a theological category, a doctrinal position, a term we affirm in creeds. But I have lived it in the concrete. In the specific. In the unrepeatable geography of a life that should not have turned out this way, and yet did. "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." — 2 Corinthians 12:9 The Family That Grace Built David did not graduate alone. Our firstborn, Joshua, traveled from Los Angeles with his girlfriend Nytaunah — presence made costly, love made visible in the miles. Our second son, Jonathan, joined us from his base in New York City, his ...

  My wife Ayele and I were supposed to be somewhere over the Atlantic right now, somewhere between Nairobi and New York, hearts full of anticipation for our son's graduation from Penn State. Instead, I am seated in the Hyatt Regency in Westlands, Nairobi, nursing the residue of what can only be described as one of the most frustrating travel experiences of my adult life — and, if I am honest, one of the most instructive. Let me tell you what happened. The Boarding Pass That Wasn't Mine — Except That It Was Our journey began at Entebbe International Airport, where Kenya Airways issued my boarding pass for KQ002, Nairobi to John F. Kennedy. Everything was in order — or so we thought. It was only at the boarding gate here in Nairobi that an agent noticed something I had not: my boarding pass read Egbuson/Egbuson Fr instead of Egbuson Emebeleakpo Fr . My surname, printed twice. A clerical error — one that Kenya Airways had generated — and one that would cost us our flight, seventy...

  Guided by the Certainty of His Love A morning reflection | May 2, 2026 There is a noise to modern living that never quite stops. It is the noise of do more, be more, achieve more. The relentless concert of striving — where confidence is mistaken for competence, and sometimes even for character. Where worth is measured in accolades, visibility, and the size of the audience watching you perform. I have sat with that noise this morning. And my spirit has spoken back to it with a single phrase: Guided by the certainty of His love. This is not a slogan. It is a beacon. To be guided by the certainty of the love of God is to discover that the only audience that ultimately matters is the audience of One — the great I AM, who does not keep a ledger of deeds, but desires a relationship of love. The One who holds the universe in perfect balance, and yet wants kinship with us — not extracted through performance, but extended as invitation. A choice, not a contract. He does not want...

Team-building sessions have become a yearly ritual in many organizations. They create moments of energy and camaraderie, but they rarely address the deeper conditions that drive sustained team performance. Several years ago, we were invited to propose a team-building session for the finance function of a large telecommunications company. According to the leaders, the team was struggling with serious integrity, performance, and ethical issues. Some staff were under investigation, morale was low, and the proposed solution was a two-day team-building retreat to “motivate employees.” I asked how a team-building session would address problems of that magnitude. The response was candid: “We need time to relax and not think about the office for two days.” When I shared my doubts, a supervisor replied, “You can add whatever else you think we can do, but we don’t want to spend all the time in the classroom.” We were not selected for the assignment. It later became clear that ours may simply hav...

The crowd that lined the road into Jerusalem on what we now call Palm Sunday was expecting a certain kind of King — one who would ride in on a war horse, scatter Rome, and restore the nation’s glory. What they got was something far more radical: a King on a donkey, with tears in his eyes, who was about to do something that no military campaign could ever accomplish.  Below are five truths shared by  Pastor Julius Rwotlonyo Watoto Church, Kampala, Uganda  on March 29, 2026  One -God keeps His word — every word: The Triumphant Entry did not begin in Jerusalem. It began centuries earlier in the writings of Zechariah, who saw — in precise prophetic detail — a King riding into the city of David, humble, on a donkey. When Jesus made that ride, he was not improvising. He was fulfilling a commitment that heaven had already made on earth’s behalf. This matters more than we often pause to consider. God’s word is not a suggestion, a sentiment, or an aspiration. It is a divine...