Greetings all,
So we are spending our month here in Mpeckitoni, Kenya, a city near the coast. We have had some great ministry opportunities so far and a lot of random sickness and aliments. No joke, between our team and Journey, I don’t think a single person hasn’t suffered through something. Everything from Malaria to lip swelling allergies has hit us. I’ve got to weather the worst sunburn of my life (A note to all readers, SPF 40 does nothing in the African sun.) Although most of us are doing much better, it has been a truly exhausting and hard week. I ask that you all keep our health and safety in you prayers as we continue our ministry here.
Don’t think just because we’ve been a little sick we haven’t loved our ministry. Its been great. Door to door evangelism and crusades. Speaking for small groups meeting in homes and speaking for the church. We also had a chance to visit the hospital and pray for some of the patients there. All of them have been great experiences for each of us, we have some great stories of salvation and changed lives already and we’ve only been here a week. Me, Colby and Emily met an older looking man at the hospital with the most amazing and hard to believe story. When I was first introduced to him he asked, through our translator, where I was from.I toldhim I was from the US and asked if I could pray for his leg to be healed, I still don’t really know what was wrong with it. He said that would be fine and then continued to tell our translator of how he had been to America once and apparently helped or served in the Army during WW1. I honestly started to just brush the statement off as a mistranslation except that it was our contact translating and he speaks perfect English. After I prayed our contact walked away and the three of us tried to talk a little more with him and Colby offered to pray with him again. Right then his son walked up to us, we found out from him that he was a Christian and his father was a Muslim. Colby prayed and then we talked for a few more minutes. After a while Colby asked the son about the whatPatrick, the older man, had said about helping in WW1. Colby asked him “Did he mean WWII?” “No” His son said, “He is very old.” “How old?” we all seemed to ask at once. “One O Eight” his son said, ” I am the youngest of his ten children and I am 34. He is very old and tough.” NO JOKE!!! I was thinking to myself. We talked a little longer with them both and learned that Patrick had at one time been in the Catholic church but felt lead by God to go to the Muslim faith. His Son told usthat he witnesses frequently to his father and believes that he will accept Christ. We all hope to get to visit him again and see him lead to the Lord. I know that there are Muslims out there who have accepted Christ and been saved and I hope that that will be Patrick’s story before long. I don’t know that he is really that old or if a lot has been lost in translation but I do know that God put us in that Hospital and lead us to Patrick’s bed for a reason. Please pray with us as we continue to hope that his heart is moved towards Christ.
Nick
