July 3 - Sunday feels different. The children wake a little later, and there aren't as many people walking up the road in the early morning. After a big breakfast of hardboiled eggs, fruit, and muffins, we are off to church. Once again the team splits in two. As hard as it is for us to imgaine our presence is a blessing to the churches, so it makes sense to spread this blessing as far as it will go. One group traveled to Salem Church where Larry was invited to preach. He spoke to the pasasge 1 Peter 4:12. At Holo Church, Jeff shared a message from 1 Corinthians 13. Church in Kenya lasts just a bit longer than in the States. We danced. We sang. We prayed. We shared. And then for good measure, we did all these things again, and then again. It was wonderful. It was powerful. It was humbling. The Holy Spirit was moving and though some of us were at Salem and some of us were at Holo, we sat beside one another in the Spirit - just as you sat beside us when you awoke hours later on this same day. After church, we were fed and treated as honored guests. The hospitality of this place is overwhelming. They give us everything that they have. When we think on this morning, it is hard to get away from the word "humbled", because that is how this morning left us. We were honored. We were celebrated. We were loved. And it left us humbled.
When we returned, the children were waiting. Sharayah played tirelessly in the courtyard with the little ones. She brought big smiles to small faces. Kerry and Rachael read storybooks, which is very popular with this group of incredibly bright children. Their clothes may be tattered, but not their minds. There was some shopping, some napping, some reading, and even just a little bit of golf or something that at least approximated golf. It was a day of worship and rest. It was a Sunday. This day our prayers are for Milliset, the pastor of Holo Church, the congregations of Salem and Holo Churches, and the children who play everyday outside of our door. We feel your prayers for us and as always we are grateful. Until tomorrow...
When we returned, the children were waiting. Sharayah played tirelessly in the courtyard with the little ones. She brought big smiles to small faces. Kerry and Rachael read storybooks, which is very popular with this group of incredibly bright children. Their clothes may be tattered, but not their minds. There was some shopping, some napping, some reading, and even just a little bit of golf or something that at least approximated golf. It was a day of worship and rest. It was a Sunday. This day our prayers are for Milliset, the pastor of Holo Church, the congregations of Salem and Holo Churches, and the children who play everyday outside of our door. We feel your prayers for us and as always we are grateful. Until tomorrow...
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