So a lot has happened this last week since I have arrived in Kenya with my new team. Yes, I said new team and I am the team leader. I will probably explain more of that later, but let me say this new team is glorious! It is so humbling to “lead” such a mighty man and women of God!
But like I said, I am now in Kenya! A lot has happened already; the Holy Spirit is seriously a work here, so keep praying for my new team. However, the other day when we drove into town to get food my heart was. . . well, wrecked in more ways than one.
As we all walked out of the supermarket some little street kids, between the ages of 8-10, no older than my little cousin Naomi, started asking for food.
You see, their words are slurred because they are so high from sniffing glue. Apparently this high helps ease the hunger pains and helps them sleep at night on the streets.
Without a second thought my team proceeded to hand out food to the children, but one child didn’t want anything we had because what he wanted was YOGURT!
This child went on and on and on with this yogurt ordeal. No matter how many times we informed him we had no yogurt he just kept asking. And while all this was going on my heart just sank , “All these kids will be hungry in a matter of hours. They will immediately go back to the glue and remain on the streets.”
Then I remembered the homeless cripple asking Peter for gold or silver in the book of Acts. Peter looked this man straight in the eyes and said, “I have neither silver nor gold, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ stand up and walk.” Then as you might have guessed, the man stood up and walked.
This story kept resonating in my heart, so I finally got down on my knees, with one hand I grabbed him by the shoulder and the other the face, I turned his head so that we were making direct eye contact and said,
I started declaring that he would no longer be addicted to glue, that he would get an education, that he would be overwhelmed with the grace and love of God, etc.
After all this our taxi arrived and we left. Do I truly believe in the power of prayer and the Holy Spirit? Yes! No doubt in my mind, I have seen crazier things happen. However, do I believe that my prayer and the giving of the Spirit to be the best thing for this little boy? I don’t know… I don’t know what is going to happen to him.
I mean yeah, I believe God totally used me as a light in that moment. But it was hard because I wish I could have given more, but at the same time that is truly all I had! I don’t even like saying “ALL I had” because that is ALL anyone truly needs if one gets down to it. Only Christ can satisfy our desires, only Christ can set us free from addictions because he alone satisfies ALL desires. Of course Christ cares about the social injustices of the world, just read Luke, but in the end all these things go away like dust in the wind and only the kingdom remains. All in all, what I am trying to say is that this was a beautiful, glorious, and humbling experience, but also very interesting and revealing.
