So, for the last week (week 1 in Kenya), we have been doing something that we seriously have not done yet thus far… door to door ministry. Upon arriving in Isibania, we were told that this is what we were going to be doing. To be completely honest, I was a small bit scared… ok a lot bit scared. My first thought was, “what the heck am I supposed to say to Africans?” I was excited to meet new people, but coming into someone’s home and “minister” to them… what does that even mean anyway?
So after settling for one day-ish, my team and I walked up the hill to Deliverance Church and met a few people that would be translating for us. We prayed together, split into groups,( Samantha and I have been working together with our translator Joseph), and set out into the community to share the love of God. With nothing but a Bible in hand and questions on my mind, we arrived at our first house. We were invited inside, and after being introduced, we were told to begin ministering. Again, I had no clue what to say… what to do. I mean, I was in my missionary skirt and Chaco’s, I came from America all the way across the world to “minister” …and I had nothing.
All I am saying is, thank God for Samantha. I felt a bit like a failure at that first house, but Samantha told the woman about God’s love in her life, and we left. Over the next few days, we continued this way, except I finally found my voice. I began to realize with each home that we visited that I had something to share. The Lord brought to my memory scriptures from when I was younger. He reminded me of the story that He has given me and used it to show each African we met that even Muzungu’s (white person in Swahilli) need the Lord.
