We arrived Friday in Eldoret, the fourth largest city in Kenya. Kenya is beyond beautiful the ride here was like being on a safari. The people are more beautiful with their ready smiles and joyful spirits. We are staying with Pastor William and his wife Pamela at there home and they have loved us like their own kids.
Saturday we went to the Church to pray over it and the people that would be coming the next day. The church is simple like we expected tin walls and roof with a dirt floor.
Sunday we got ready for a traditional African Church service with singing and long preaching.
We were told that this Church works with street kids and my expectations were that we would have a nice little service and then go feed the kids with the rest of the congregation.
Not so… we brought a big pot of beans to the front of the dirt sanctuary and then come filing behind us a group of homeless children in soiled clothes probably the worst I’ve seen. Almost all of them had glue bottles hidden in their sleeves. They would get high as they sat on the pews. This Service was for them
I sat next to little Kevin who was wearing rags. I put my hand on his head and said a prayer. Kevin hid his glue under his hat and would put it up to his nose. I prayed it away that’s all I could do. Then he put the glue in his pocket. I took this as an answer to prayer, so I grabbed his hand and prayed that God would clear the glue out of his body. I wanted him to feel God’s love through me instead of the numbing effects the glue he had.
I took his lethargic hand and gave it a squeezed, no response, but I kept giving him little squeezes through the service.
This is the hand that was that was near the pocket with the glue. I would feel him slip his hand into his pocket to get another sniff. I would tell him no more glue in Jesus name and I asked him to hold my hand. Even when he really wanted to let go I would hold onto that hand to keep him from sniffing.
I feel like I can’t even give an accurate picture of this moment. What I saw was so much destruction done by Satan to so many little street kids. The only hope I can feel is that I know there are no accidents and that I am there to put my hand on Kevin’s back and beg for this little boy to be saved from this life. I know I would like to rip the bottle out of his hands, but that’s not the answer for this moment. SO we fed them and gave a message and walked away stunned and looking for answers for their situation.
