For the past two weeks, the men have enjoyed ministering to the remote Maasai community of Enisampulai back here in Kenya. We sharpened one another as men, danced in the church, played ultimate frisbee, hiked through bamboo forests, scouted for monkeys and gazelles, herded sheep and cattle, and developed relationships with the wonderful people of this isolated village.

Our mornings were spent praying for, challenging, and encouraging the men on our squad. And our afternoons frequently involved going to the incredibly hospitable people in town and throughout the farms located high in the surrounding hills, sharing Jesus with and encouraging the locals. People often eagerly ushered us out of the cold into their homes, would quickly boil us milk tea and cook us food, and eagerly listen to anything we had to say about the Word of God. Our evenings were often spent preaching in one of the local churches, and the small dirt-floor building would be packed and warmed with people excited to dance and praise God.

And once again, although we were here to challenge and encourage the local church, I learned so much about service and love from these people. Several women and men dedicated their time to constantly cook, carry water, clean our home, and serve us in any way. Like Jesus, the Christians of this place rarely hesitated to give so much of their time and what they had. They didn’t make excuses or justifications, and didn’t seem to place limits on their love. They seemed to simply give freely of what God has given them.
 

  
Kids curiously peaking into the church window.

 
Warming up and preparing to eat Ugali (boiled corn flour) at the end of our day.

 
Crazy random fact:  We got frost and hail in Enisampulai!
 

 Topmost Image:  The bridge and groom feeding us cake as their honored guests.