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So I have to apologize for the double post action, that is
what happens when I only go to the internet café once a week, and it is African
internet, so anything you do takes 5 times longer than normal…
It is hard to even put it all into words, but I am going to do my best, and
through in some pictures to help supplement things where necessary. Week one in
Kenya
consisted of door to door evangelism in the morning, and open air meetings in
the evening. Door to door was something I was nervous about in the beginning,
but ended up being amazing. Cindy and I went out with a Kenyan pastor (Titus)
and figured since he spoke Swahili and we didn’t, we would support him in
prayer, and occasionally if someone understood English we might throw in a word
or two… WRONG. The first two ladies we met Titus was chatting away in Swahili,
I was thinking about who knows what, and out of nowhere he turns to me, tells
me the woman are already saved, and opens the floor for me to encourage them
with a word from the Lord. Ha. That is what I get for thinking we weren’t going
to do much. And that is how it went for the next week, Titus talked to people
whose houses he invited us into, then he turned to Cindy or I and told us if
the people were saved or not. After that it was either taking them down the “Romans Road,” and
presenting the Gospel, or encouraging them with scriptures, or things we felt
like the Lord was giving us for them. My two favorite experiences from that
time were the morning we walked around a corner to a hill where 100+ people
were doing laundry, collecting water, etc, Titus began to yell at them all in
Swahili, gathered most of them right in front of us then turned to me and said,
“brother, the Holy Spirit has gathered this crusade for us, give them the
word.” Ahhhhhhh was of course my initial reaction, but then I remembered that
the Lord was going to speak not me, and as I opened my Bible to Matthew 5, and
went for the beatitudes, Cindy confirmed me saying that was the passage the
Lord had just then laid on her heart, and we went for it.
was muslim, and after about half an hour of talking with her she was accepting
the Lord into her heart, not knowing exactly what she was going to do when her
husband got home (her Muslim husband), but trusting that Jesus was going to
take care of her. There are so many more stories I could share from last week,
salvations, praying for healing, and just seeing the Lord work in crazy awesome
ways.
The open air meetings consisted of the three teams that are
together here in Eldorete and some Kenyan pastors going to an open field area
and plugging in some big speakers, a keyboard, and two microphones, and making
as much noise as possible for 30-45 minutes until we have a big crowd of
(mostly drunk) people wondering what is going on. Then we do some more worship,
give a couple testimonies, preach the Gospel, and then pray for people who come
forward needing either specific prayer requests, or who want to be saved. One
night we did a drime (drama/mime thingy to music) that showed Jesus being
crucified, two demons tying a girl up, and then Jesus breaking free from the
cross, the demons dying, and the girl being set free. It is powerful to say the
least, and this night there was a lot of spiritual warfare going on already. I
was playing Jesus (no jokes necessary) and as I was being nailed to the cross
something happened that is still hard for me to explain. Basically from my feet
to my stomach slowly started to go numb. It started in my feet and crept up my
body until it got to my stomach and stopped. I literally could not move my feet
until the part of the skit where Jesus breaks off the cross, and then I was
fine. It was an incredibly weird experience, and right as I could move a
hysterical drunk woman carrying a baby burst from the crowd and threw herself
into my arms crying… I just kept going with the skit and a couple pastors
pulled her away and led her to the side where some of the amazing girls on the
squad prayed with her. All in all it was an intense night, and definitely the
most tangible attack from the devil that I have ever felt.
So this has turned into a small book and I am going to go
ahead and end it here, this week we are doing a pastor’s conference at the
church, with 5 sessions a day, worship before each session, and a workshop
somewhere in there as well. I know it is going to be awesome, please pray for
energy for the team, as some people are feeling tired already. I love you all,
thank you so much for all your prayers and support! I would not be here if it
wasn’t for you. I still have some money to raise, so if you feel like the Lord
is asking you to give, you can still donate by clicking the link to the left.
Thank you again, I know that the Lord is going to bless each one of you for
your continued support as He is blessing me out here.
love. obedience.
