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phrase that keeps all of us time focused, task oriented people sane here in
Africa. We shrug our shoulders, throw up
our hands and smile as we adjust to the lifestyle of Africans. It hasn’t taken us long to experience the
“hurry up and wait� atmosphere of being here.
We left debrief Friday afternoon (our 9:30 am departure time
turned into 12:15 pm) and prayed our way down the road in the bus. We knew we were in for an adventure when we
stopped about 15 minutes down the “road� to rebuild it by filling in the holes
with rocks. You know it’s bad when you
look straight out your window and you’re looking at the ground because you are
leaning over so far! But otherwise, it
was a fairly uneventful journey from Kijabe to Eldoret where we were spending
the night with the 3 other teams serving there for the month.
Our plan was to leave about 5:30 Saturday morning to begin
the 14-hour journey by bus to Lodwar. (This journey is made with 2-4 guards with machine guns to protect us on
the perilous journey.) As the hours went
on without hearing from our contact, we prepared ourselves for a later
departure. 5:30 turned to 7:30, which
turned into early afternoon and settled with a firm 7 pm bus departure from the
town an hour away. As we loaded up a
land cruiser at around 5:45, we were a little hesitant, but had faith that we
could still make it. Just when we
crammed 9 people in (not including the driver), we got the news…we also
couldn’t get in touch with our bus contact so we would not be leaving as
planned and instead we’d spend another night in Eldoret before trying again in
the morning.
TIA.
No worries though, we’ve loved our time here in Eldoret with
Pastor William and our squadmates and weren’t completely opposed to sleeping
here and traveling during the day.
So (and this is where it gets good!), Neil and I were making
plans with our Kenyan friend, Patrick, when he asked us to take a walk to see
where we’d catch the matatu (small bus) tomorrow. My first thought was that there wasn’t any
real need for us to walk down there, but something made me say yes. About 10 minutes into our journey, Shadrach
walked right up to us, dressed to the nines in his suit and tie. He introduced himself as a prophet and before
we could even tell him our names he looked straight at us and asked, “You are
going to Lodwar?� It was really more of
a statement than a question. We were a little caught off guard, but said,
“Yes.� He then proceeded to tell us that
God had told him we were coming last time he was there and that He would do
mighty things through us. He knew we
would be Americans, but would not be coming straight from America and he’s been
praying for us ever since. He continued
to prophesy over us, strengthening our faith in what God is calling us to
do. He told us stories of the crippled
that he saw healed and the blind that can now see. He told us how he sees us bringing revival
and restoration. We are.
And as I sat agreeing with him, with tears running down my
face, I realized just how much trouble God went to in order to let us meet
him. Keeping our contacts just out of
touch, loading vehicles just to unload them mere minutes later, pushing back
our departure time and time again…all because He had a word for us through
Shadrach. And how fortunate we are that
God would go to all measure of trouble (trouble that we often complain about
being inconveniences) in order to give us this gift.
This is the God I serve.
