Starting in Kenya

29 08 2012

Day 1.  My first day in Kenya started at 2:25 as I landed in Nairobi.  The flight was good and I slept most of the way on the plane on both long legs.  Spoke to very few as I flew with Germans and Turks.  Turkish Airlines was NOT a very English language friendly airlines.  I landed and was met by at brother named David and took a very bumpy ride to his home to “rest” for a few hours before my 6 hour bus ride to Kitale.

Within 15 minutes of the trip I realized that David lived in a very depressed area of Nairobi.  It was in the slums.  The roads between the stark buildings were almost impassable.  Huge ruts, extremely narrow roads, barely could get a car down the paths between the buildings.  It looked like Beirut after the war.  Like a bombed out war zone without the bodies strewn around the streets.  Since we were leaving in a few hours for the bus ride the “taxi” driver agreed to wait and sleep in the car outside the building David called home and guard my luggage.  The building David lived in had no electricity and stunk of urine and feces.  David’s apartment was clean and cozy.  His lovely wife greeted me and could not contain her joy over my staying with them.  She cooked me “Irish” potatoes, the best I ever had, and served me hot cocoa.  Every few seconds they told me welcome.  David shared that he was forced to leave his village and flee to the city after becoming a Christian.  He has since started 4 house churches and is a diligent disciple maker.  He is humble and determined.  Marc extended him a small micro loan to open a small stand or stall in a crowded part of town.  His wife runs it and he evangelizes almost every day.  He is Marc’s ideal or model disciple.  It seems that Marc frequently has a brother come to Lord, fully commits, Marc makes a small micro loan to provide them a meager income while the disciple dedicate their entire lives to making disciples that make disciples.  David, his wife and their three children sleep on the floor on mats in a three room apartment.  They are very content and constantly praise God for their good fortune.  Especially in being able to host me.  Imagine that.  It is humbling.  I am the one honored for being in the presence of a man that has truly laid It all down for Jesus.

Day 2, Mostly just rode the bus to Kitale and then to Marc’s home.  Got my phone.  Visited and enjoyed his lovely family and got caught up on the mission trip we would head out on the next day.  I will not even try to describe the life Marc leads with his wife and eight children.  They are a combination of The Swiss Family Robinson and  The book of Acts.

Day 3.  Arrived at the village where our mission would take place. Meeting to start at 10, but of course due to the prevailing time being African time, we started at 12:30.  Marc, ruthlessly castigates them with a smile on his face about Kenyans always lying about being somewhere at a certain time.  The Kenyans laugh nervously. By the last day NO ONE dared be late.  Marc taught with extreme boldness the Kingdom of God and the narrow way.  He belittled the African churches practices of starting churches and then simply hoping people would come and not going out to the lost.  He belittled their emphasis on singing and their lack of obedience to the Great Commission.  He was not gentle.  The Kenyans loved it and responded.  Marc is bold and blunt in every way.  Correcting and admonishing Bishops and Directors alike.  They love him.  They are inundated with the prosperity gospel and easy believism and KNOW this is not God’s way.  They yearn for the truth.

Day 4,   Big day we went out and going door to door shared the Kingdom Gospel one on one.  Let me explain the Kingdom Gospel.  Marc and I preach a gospel that makes the door narrow and the path narrower.  He emphasizes that it will cost the prospective Christian everything to come into the Kingdom.  No theology.  Just the commands of Jesus and those in Acts calling for believers to repent and be baptized to enter the Kingdom.  Marc teaches taking a person wanting to be saved through an exhaustive process of repentance including the renouncing of past sins,  the forgiving of those that have wronged the prospect and deliverance from any evil spirits in the case of occult activity.  The prospect is then immediately baptized and handed over to a qualified person to be discipled.    The person receiving the charge are sternly alerted to their responsibilities and the new believer to his responsibilities as well.  The new believer is NOT then invited to attend church or come to church.  Rather the person in charge of the disciple will instruct the new believer to invite the new convert to invite his friends and family over to hear the Kingdom Gospel and as they are saved a new house church is started.   I prayed with four young men to surrender to the Kingdom that day in house to house ministry. Obviously, not every believer results in a house church.  Those that do not have influence in the community and are not mature concerning age or mentality are not good candidates.   But you get the idea.  Every believer is charged with making disciples from day one.  Inviting friends and family to come and hear the gospel, with the help of the mentor and then leading them into genuine repentance and acceptance of Jesus and His Kingdom.  Then the teaching of obedience to all Jesus commanded.

  Day 5, Went straight out into the field and walked over a mile before we found a home with the principles home to share with.   Lead a young man named Albert to surrender and then repentance.  This is the first time I lead a person to confess their sins radically and openly and then lead them to renounce them verbally.  An alcoholic has not repented until you go home with him and he pours out the alcohol  and renounces it boldly.  The same with other sins.  One who lust and looks at pornography would be followed home and helped to burn the items.  The same is true with idol worship etc.  We  baptized him that after noon.  Walked a mile to the nearest river to baptize.  Marc had to do it since I am only licensed in Tanzania and they are VERY strict about this in Kenya.  Albert  struggled at first only wanting to admit being a sinner but after I shared my many sins individually he became bold in confessing his.  He confessed and renounced many sins and did so publically.  I passed him over to a strong believer to disciple.  We then went to a local Bishops home to be honored to a ridiculous extent by the local church leader ship.  Now to understand the relevance of this you must understand that Marc told them to abandon their unbiblical buildings, sell them if they could and give the money to the poor and widow and advance the Kingdom.  He told them their buildings were hindering the church.  He told them to give up the hierarchy and titles and join work to spread of the gospel and stop babysitting believers.

Baptizing my first believer in Africa

After the meeting we walked a mile back to the motorcycles, we had traveled  sometimes three to a motor bike.  It began to pour raining.  This made the rutted dirt roads treacherous to even one rider so I volunteered to walk out in the rain.  I had already walked two miles that day and now had a 4 mile walk with a back pack full of gear to get to a paved road to then mount the motor bike behind a rider who would be waiting.  It rained the whole way.   All I did was praise God for such a glorious day.  To be walking in the rainy season in Africa between the huts and villages  as the local yelled out Mazungu! Was a dream come true.  I am a Mazungu, a white man and they are seldom seen here at all and especially in the these small villages hours from a major city.  I praised God for the opportunity to lead these people to Christ and bear fruit so soon my first few days in country.  I can’t wait to get to Tanzania.

Day 6, Our day “off”.  We went to a house church meeting this morning into the house of a former Muslim that Marc had lead to Christ and was a teacher in the Mosque.  He immediately lost his Mosque employment and Marc set him up a small loan to start a roadside market and restaurant.  This man gave up much to come to Jesus. We got some food and delivered it to some poor people living in appalling poverty.  An 8×10 foot one room quadplex with a husband wife and 8 children.  New and excited believers.  We returned home and fixed a pump broken in the well, restoring running water to Marc’s home with wife and eight children.  Then we had another house church meeting.  It rained so hard on the time roof we could not really hold a group meeting so the 15 people there just shared together in groups of two or three until evening.   Went home ate a great meal of spinach and pumpkin with some boiled eggs.  Marc’s family can only afford meat once a week.  So for now I am a vegetarian.

Day 7, Got up early and ran for an hour.  Pretty cool to think I am running in the Kenyan hillside on the famed red dirt roads at high altitude in Africa.  Kenya, the home of some of the greatest distance runners in the world.

Went to Kitale and ran errands for the home, visited the sick in a hospital where I am told there are monkeys wandering but did not see any.  The father of the child had some needs so we ran some errands for him.  I can’t begin to convey to you the madness of riding a motor bike in Africa.  Until you are use to it, you would swear you are on a suicide mission with a death wish.  Perhaps I will video a little trip some time.  It is the only way you will understand.   Something special about sharing a road with cows, goats, donkeys, motor bikes, pedestrians, bike riders, farm tractors, semi’s and cars.  All running as fast as they can and passing inches from each other.  Ate an American style fish dinner and then RACED home.

I sleep off and on during the night still not use to the drastic time change.  But it is great to simply open the Word and read till I am tired.  There is so much to pray for I hardly feel I can adequately attend to it.  I feel I am stumbling around jumping from hope to request to need.  Mainly, I remind the Lord and myself I am His and His alone in worship and praise.

Till next time,

Your brother in Africa,





3 responses

29 08 2012
Pat Roseberry

As I read this, Day 7 particularly, I am reminded of a prayer I just read: “Ever-present and sustaining God, open my eyes, mind, and heart so that I might clearly understand the immensity and wonder of your love and be drawn by ardent desire to live in your presence. Amen. You are experiencing God’s presence in a way you never could here in Ms. Love you, Mom

29 08 2012
Alice Stanback

Hi. You should have been an author. I love reading these journals. My niece loves reading them also. She commented today about how she was drawn into them and experiencing your journey vicariously. You are a good writer. Please check your emails. Sounds to me as if you are doing well, and that God is richly blessing you. You also seem to be very “at home” in Africa. Great! Remember that I am praying for you. PS. Were you talking about WIFI? If so, do you have to purchase it there or is purchasing it at home just as feasible? Thanks and have a blessed week

29 08 2012
Wanda Sweazy

such an awesome report brother!

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