I enjoy the writings of John Muir. He was perhaps the most astute naturalist whom ever lived. He was raised in a God fearing household according to his books, and if you read about his childhood, he describes evening Bible studies and worship sessions. This makes sense in the absence of neighbors and a local church, but why can't it make sense for people today?
One of the things I've enjoyed about my stay in Kenya is just that. It's like I've been pulled back in time, into the text of those books. What spurred this spontaneous blog post is a praise session that I am hearing from the bedroom where Raj and I sleep. Our accomodations are humble but luxurious at the same time (we have beds! with soft mattresses!) and with no insulation and handmade doors, the singing across the hallway rings loud and clear in the bedroom. It's a simple family gathering; father, mother, children, and sometimes a neighbor or relative. The songs come after a brief Bible study.
This is a lifestyle here. These people are always in the Word, always in prayer, always in consideration of how the Spirit is moving in their lives and in their community. Yesterday my team spent the day at the farm, a piece of property purchased for this outfit to allow them to grow their own maize and beans for a more sustainable living. Even as we were digging the ground with hoes and spreading seeds and fertilizer, the kids and grown-ups were singing praises to our God. I can't describe how this cheers my heart and permeates my entire being with joy!
I hope and pray that life is more like this back home when I return.
