Kwaheri Kenya (Goodbye Kenya).
Well, that’s a wrap! What a trip we’ve had. The second conference finished on Friday (last week), with some great testimonies of God speaking, challenging and encouraging.
Josiah, a legendary 95-year old who has been ministering to Maasai tribesmen since 1991, said he has been praying for this “conference of all denominations” for over 20 years. Praise God! He got home late due to rain. He was riding his bicycle…
Josiah on his bicycle.
Pamellah and I visited some homes. A lot of dairy farming, some poultry, security services and a tailor. We really believe these businesses are worthy investments.
On Saturday, we had a grand old time at Anne’s family home. 30 or so of her relatives came and cooked up a great African feast. They killed Tom’s goat. It was delicious. So special to see where she grew up, and the close-knit clan she belongs to. Felt very blessed to be a part of it all. 4 generations present!
Sunday was the typical church visits. Got Deenie slightly lost whoops. Left church early to drive Deb and Deenie to the airport, while Jeremy and I pushed onto Maasai Mara for a short conference and some safari.
Very fruitful time with the pastors in the famous region. Some of them walked 40km to be there. Completely different life down there. Everyone walks around with little sharp clubs, ready to take down any lion that tries its luck. The lions actually know not to mess with these guys. They tattoo little marks on their wrist to show how many lions they’ve killed…
I’ve once again learnt so much on this trip. I feel like because it was my second time, I was less distracted by the newness of everything, and could spend more time watching and listening. It’s no doubt a unique, strange but special place. Apart from the daily grind of survival, one of the hardest things to grapple with is all the corruption. It begins at the top, and trickles down to every level of society. It is having a destructive effect on Kenya. There are also no jobs. So many parents have spent a fortune on educating their children, only to see their doctors and engineers return home and try to earn a scrap filling in pot-holes. Gee I’ve got it good.
The distinction between the unbelieving and believing Kenyan is vast. In one town, you have a united group of faithful Christians full of life and joy, praising God for his goodness, and counting their blessings. They have an extremely tough life. Their blessings aren’t THAT obvious.
10 minutes down the road, there is a faithless and idle town fully addicted to opioids, riddled with AIDS, and highly prone to suicide. They have no hope.
The Gospel enables us to find joy and hope in the little things, because we have ultimate joy and hope in the biggest thing. Who’s to say this united body of Christ in little Sioport and Mundika cannot show the life to be found in Christ to a region that is so desperately crying out for it. Let’s dream big!
… I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. – John 10:10
P.S. see you all on July 16 at GVCF for a mission spot.
Alfayo and his income.
Joy in the little things.