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Ok, so as you know, last Wednesday we went to the police station and did devotion on choosing justice.
Pastor comes up to us on Thursday, proceeds to say we are going to do prison ministry Saturday, game face.Ok.
It was a hell of a time getting to the prison (FYI) people getting sick, not being able to
Find a ride and there's absolutely no way I would drive in Kenya call me grandma, whatever
dude. Driving in America stresses me out; Here in Isibania, there's way too much pedestrian traffic AND it would totally trip me out driving on the left side of the road, yea thanks but no thanks, I’m good.
So we drive there, get pulled over by the police, continue on our journey, and thirty minutes later we pull off this dirt path into a laxly gated prison and grab the soap we were asked to bring and proceed with caution. What to expect on any given day of the race is beyond me.
We meet the pastor who works there seven days a week, working there on no pay,has a family to support but he says he will receive His blessing in the next life.
He goes on to explain that the prison system is really corrupt here. The government just throws men and women in prison for being poor, that these prisoners have legally not done anything wrong.
He seemed to be saying that there are more innocent people than guilty in this prison; heartbreaking isn’t it? (CHOOSE JUSTICE SLOWLY COMING INTO FOCUS…)
So Robin, Ashley and I walk into this room and there are two-hundred and eighty men's eyes staring at us, "eagerly awaiting" our arrival wearing prison suits- black and white striped uniforms. Ironic, for how much injustice is going on here—Black symbolizing what the government is doing and white portraying what the government and police officers need to be doing.
I was terrified at first. I hadn’t prepared a message, actually none of us had prepared to speak and certainly weren’t expecting this many people. I just prayed God use me, let me be your mouth piece, and he spoke through me. We laughed together, I almost lost it in front of them, said amen, hallelujah and it was a wrap. I was extremely grateful for the experience; forty men got saved that day and fifteen came up for healing! PRAISE BE TO GOD.
I am slowly learning to never judge a book by its cover and that constant prayer is SO rewarding whether its in time of need or just thanking our Heavenly Father for everything He is and has done and will continue to do. Serve Him, Honor Him and Humble yourselves for the Lord- you too will receive His blessing whether it’s in this life or the next. Serve well, love well, be well.
Prayers for discernment, wisdom, and TRUE LOVE. Pray also for the corrupt government here in Kenya. I also want to encourage you in choosing justice; however that may look in your life. Thank you and God Bless You.
