We arrived at the pastors home to the sound of three women praying in the living room. We joined in and prayed for the day and for the ministry. After prayer the pastors wife brought us some delicious coffee and a few pieces of coffee cake. One thing I can say about kenya is that I have NOT gone hungry!
We talked a little about their ministry and then headed off to the tiny one room school they run through volunteers. We walked in to this mud room with old potato bags cut open and nailed to the wall with drawing of elephants, rainbows, trees, and any other words they were trying to learn in english on them. There were about 15 kids excited to see the “Mazungoos” ( that’s what they call white people), and one who screamed in terror. He was so afraid of me. I later found out that the only time most of these kids see white people is on WWE on TV. That poor little guy thought I was gonna beat him up. I felt terrible, but don’t worry. I gave him a piece of candy and he was ok with me after that.
From there we went to some of the children’s parents houses and prayed with them and then we were off to a slum village. In these villages they make a kind of drug/ drink similar to moonshine mixed with meth. It is very strong and the pastor has had to bury 2 people that have died from just ingesting this stuff. They can’t find work so they feel this is there only way to make money to support their families.
We walked up to this little community and were quickly greeted by a women who invited us into the home where she lived. We walked into her one room house past a small round charcole stove that had something cooking on it. When we entered we were greeted by another women who immediatly started to cry uncontrolablly. The Pastor and translators we were with began speaking with her and praying for her. They had us pray for her and her family but we didn’t know what was going on . The room slowly began to fill with more and more people. I had my eyes closed in prayer and felt Tash nug me so I opened my eyes. It was completely full of people kneeling and praying in the floor of this tiny home. We prayed and I felt and overwhelming pain for these people and I began to cry. I didn’t know why. Eventually after some more time in prayer and listening more to the women speak , In swahili of course, we left.
I asked the pastor what had happened in there. He said that the crying women was a brewer. She made the drink I was talking about. She sold this stuff to support her family but it wasn’t enough. So she prostituted herself to make ends meet. She apparently was so upset with one of her male clients that she had decided that on that day she was doing to kill him. The stuff she was cooking in front of the door to her home, she was going to use to kill him. She was planning on doing it that afternoon. When we showed up she was convicted of her sin and repented. She said that we came and brought Jesus. That the Lord used us to save her from commiting this horrific sin. She repented and forgave the Man. I understand now why I had so many tears.
I have heard and read that God works in mysterious ways, but if you had asked me that morning if the Lord was going to use us to save someones litteral life and to help save a women from commiting murder, I definetly would have said no. So all in all, I learned. God really does work in mysterious ways!
