I just got Kenya’d. I didn’t know that Kenya would be so much different than the U until I experienced it. When we crossed the border into Kenya we had to wait for clearance to cross and while we were waiting we found a white, salty substance that looked like a certain controversial substance on a newspaper on a counter outside. Don’t ask me how we found out it was salty.
We then proceeded to be pleasantly introduced to our new home in Bungoma for the coming weeks: a fine little house that cozily fits all 15 of us in its 3 rooms. I love it there. So far Kenya has grown me in my faith a lot faster than Uganda did. Not that Uganda’s experience was not good because it was just how it was supposed to be,
The first 2 days of ministry, we split our team into groups of 2 and 3 and headed out to go door to door evangelizing. My prayer life has been dramatically changed. After spending 2 days praying with people over their sickness, crime in the area and alcoholism, I felt somewhat bittersweet about my prayers. I want to be as real as I can be. I hate trying to think of something spiritual to say in a prayer so that it will sound good or meet a certain time quota. I just want to talk to my Father. As I have challenged myself with this, I have found myself struggling at times to stay real but have seen myself grow. My group declared freedom over disease, addictions, and homes, boldly sharing the gospel and bringing a great number of people to Christ in their own homes! All the glory is to God because of the work He is doing in us.
Today was a real challenge. I had 1 hour of ministry to complete and, if I’m honest, I wasn’t really putting too much thought into it. That is, until I walked into Bungoma’s hospital. Sick and wounded people were all over the place, laying on beds right next to each other and some just sitting in wheelchairs because there were not enough beds. Hardly any of them were being attended to and the pain and weakness filled the building. I saw a boy gasping for breath, and another use every ounce of his energy to roll over the side of his bed to vomit on the floor. I was in shock. What do I do? I forgot my Bible and was touching the people really safe? Somehow God led me to pray for many of the people who were sick and hurting. I prayed freedom over their diseases. Still struggling with how to pray, I went out to the hallway where I prayed for God’s guidance. Just then, a man opened a door to a room and hurried me in there. Four women were waiting to see if their babies would survive being premature. This would be a huge miracle. The man asked me to pray over the women (of course) and so I went for it. When I began praying, God took over and flowed within me. I cried out to him over the women and children and God allowed me to enter his presence and ask for the healing and growth of the babies that were in danger. Without His guidance I cannot pray like I want to, and for the first time, His grace led me through.
On a side note. Yesterday I witnessed a rooster that one of our team members received as a gift from a local person get slaughtered and then proceeded to eat it at dinner last night…along with its eyeball, brain, liver, tongue and part of its comb. Yum.
God is Great
More to come soon!
