The first day of a conference in Kenya is always the most challenging. I have nerves to deal with, new faces looking at me with anticipation (which creates a sense of pressure) and all the logistics of materials and introductions. When I introduce myself it is important that I use certain words and leave specific words out. For example, I must say that I am born-again instead of calling myself a Christian. The word “Christian” in this part of world comes with baggage. It is also good for me to not mention any particular denomination because denominational barriers are very real here. If someone were to perceive that I favored a denomination not of their choosing, they would leave without ever giving me a chance to share God’s word with them.
On top of that, there is always the concern of simply not connecting. No one in any culture wants to spend several hours a day for two weeks listening to someone who they just don’t understand. I try as hard as I can to not use American terms or illustrations that will not cross cultural boundaries.
Monday, I wasn’t alone in feeling this pressure. John was feeling it to. However, I want to report to you that your prayers for us were answered. We connected. No one left. We are learning names, taking questions, sharing information and cautiously letting more and more of our own fences down. God’s Spirit is powerful and is overcoming every obstacle. It is humbling and exciting.
Warren did not come to teach, but it is great watching him connect with individuals and share his own personal stories as God opens the door for him. He is here to investigate the possibility of bringing a construction team, but Monday there was a need for him to use his skills without a team.
We meet in a tin roof, tin walled building. When it gets warm outside, it feels like the conference is taking place in an oven. A fan needed to be installed so the stifling air could be stirred. Warren volunteered and then proceeded to climb an OSHA approved ladder to hang a fan with rope. Yes, you read that correctly…ROPE! It was awesome.
Our greatest challenge so far has been the weather. For the past two days heavy rain has fallen for a couple of hours in the afternoon. It is so loud under the tin roof that we have to stop the conference and wait for it to pass.
The primary road to get to the church is a dirt road…well it was dirt. The last two days it has been mud and large bodies of standing water. Twice we have gotten stuck at night returning to our hotel.
The first night God provided an angel to push us out of a puddle that electrical wires had fallen into. I’m not talking about a metaphorical angel. We were stuck. None of us were getting out of the van. We sat there praying and making awkward jokes to break the tension of the moment. Pastor Paul, our driver, then tried one more time to move. We did. It was a small miracle.
The second night we got stuck our van sunk down to it’s frame. God provided 5 strangers who pushed our van to freedom. It was a comical moment full of laughs. It was great hearing 5 men speaking Swahili all sharing their own opinions to free the van. We could tell none of them were listening to each other. They all wanted to be in charge.
Warren, John and myself were all willing to get out the van and push. It would have ruined our shoes and probably our pants, but God brought along strangers to do the dirty work and give us a laugh at the same time. God is so good. He takes care of us and meets every need.