After spending our first few days with our squad and the J squad in Nairobi, we packed our bags and travelled 10 hours across Kenya to a border town called Busia. On the other side of the border is Uganda and even though we’re Americans we can just walk across to see what it’s like there. Seems crazy because of the thorough border checks we experienced in Eastern Europe, but, this is Africa! The people here are sooo incredibly nice. Always smiling and happy to see a Mazungo, a white person.
Our second day here in Busia we were going around to people’s houses to share with them about Jesus. As we left one house we spotted 3 Masai men up by the road. They are a traditionalist tribe that lives outside of town. They have their own god they worship and offer animal sacrifices to. According to their beliefs all the cows in the world belong to them. So they often go and raid other tribes to take their cows. They are very fast runners and can jump incredibly high. We have seen this in their dancing. One trademark of the Masai is their earlobes have a big hole in them. They dress in fabric just strung over them and some wear headresses or other beaded jewelry. It is definitely something that facinates us.
As soon as we spotted these 3 men yesterday we immediately went over to them. We talked briefly and then Casey had on one of their necklaces and was taking a picture with them! They didn’t speak English, but the local we were with named Charles found a common denominator of Swalhili. He was promptly informed that it was rude for us to take a picture and not pay them. As Lauren was searching for money, Casey asked if there was anything we could pray for them for. Seemingly the ringleader of the 3 of them said he gets migranes every three weeks and he had one now. We asked if we could pray for him and without hesitation he agreed. The next question was if it was okay to lay our hands on him. Again, without hesitation, he was down on his knees before us. Casey and I both put a hand on his shaved head. We all began to pray for his headache to be gone. Instantly tears began to flow down my cheeks. I looked over at Casey and his hand was shaking uncontrollably. The rest of our group was whispering their prayers and we could all feel the Holy Spirit’s presence. After a few minutes, we said amen and asked how his head felt. He stood up, placed his hands to self examine his head then announced the pain was gone! (Of course it was, we all felt it during our prayer.) We gave God all the glory and now it was our turn to tell him about our God and beliefs. After patiently listening, he was so thankful to Jesus, and for experiencing God’s power! We told them that Jesus loves them and invited them to church. Charles informed us that they lived too far away, but he did tell them about a church nearby to where they live. Our healed friend said he would love to attend the next Sunday.
