I sometimes sneak out of our house and into the courtyard in the middle of the night to look up and enjoy the darkness that encloses our neighborhood on all sides and the bright stars that shine down from above.
Since I was young, staring into the sky at night has helped me to tangibly known and see my place in this world… I am still fascinated by the boundless and intangible vastness of the universe.
Just as space, stars, and astronomy fascinate me, this month’s ministry, which focuses on working with, talking to, and preaching to literally thousands of Kenyans fascinates me. Who are we to be so blessed with such opportunities? I know that this is irrevocably God and God in all of us.
While there are always ups and downs in every ministry, I feel as though a part of me has woken from a dream. I relish preaching and connecting with the youth of Kenya in ways that I had once only dreamed of. As a child, I remember reading about missionaries in western Africa, preaching to hundreds and sometimes thousands of people, in the dirt and with trees overhead. I remember wanting to do such a thing, but it did not seem within my reach. That is, until now. Each week, I am blessed with the opportunity to go to high schools and preach with the wind in my hair, goats nearby, mountains a short walk away, red dirt under my feet, and sturdy trees arching above. It is as though am becoming ‘alive’ in a way I had not previously known possible. The way that God has provided this opportunity to see a new side of who He has made me to be is a glimpse into my knowing Him more each night as I search the heavens and gaze at the stars.
