Kakamega

Wow, so I went to Kakamega this last week. It was a tough choice to make of whether I would go or stay, but I'm so glad I made the right decision. The ride there was pretty rough, but our driver knew what he was doing! On the way there, we were driving pretty fast, and my window was down. We were up in the hills so it was pretty cold, but I was good!

As we were driving down a hill, with the wind in my hair, and beautiful scenery outside, I laughed. I didn't care who was listening, but I laughed and gave a squeal of delight. Why? Well I just laughed because I knew God was with me, laughed because I knew He had a plan for me, laughed because I knew He knew my destiny and laughed because I was free. I had such peace in my heart, although I did not know why. But God did. Later that day, I found out a dear man on our church staff passed away....As I look back on it now, I just realized that the same time Mr. John Mbatha passed on, is the same time I started to laugh! God gave me the assurance He knew what was going on, even though I was miles away. God is everywhere, even though we can't see Him. I know that right now, Mr. John Mbatha could be sitting at the feet of Jesus, or walking the streets of gold. Of course I miss him, but I feel such joy. I know that he is feeling no pain, and that he is as happy as a bird on a sunshiny day! :-)

All that next week was hectic, but good. I was helping out with the children's ministry, so that was fun. We did a 'mock service' every day. It was soooo funny to lead bishops and senior pastors into singing things like "Grin again gang get gung-ho about Jesus. Smile sweetly Susan so you'll send Satan sadly away HEY HEY! Buck up brother Bill because a bunch of bitter boys became a bunch of better boys behing a big big smile. Grin again gang get gung-ho about Jesus. YEEHAW!" Or songs where you have to put your leg in the air, or run around singing Y-yi-yi-yi-yi!!!

On the way home from Kakamega, I realized something. I have it so easy and I am so selfish. I mean, women working in fields, or men plowing their land with sweaty foreheads have just always been "there" for me. I'm used to it! I mean, I have just always thought of that as a normal routine and part of life. I am going to be real here. Someone once told me "a blog is something you do for you. Like a rhema book or something." Well today, I am going to share my rhema. Every time I have seen a lady working hard in the fields, or see a man plowing on his land, I have never felt anything. No pity, no nothing! They've just always been there. I have only been moved by one thing, and that is the sight of a child herding 6 or 7 cows, or rying wood that is three times as big and twice as heavy. But on the way back I thought about those people. What were they thinking as they saw a Prado drive by, with jungus in it?!? Did they wish for a better life? Did they know anything better? And how about parents. Do they want the same for their children as they are living? And then I thought of something else. I do not know the meaning of work. Little five year olds are out working in the fields, while I am sitting watching this contraption which some have never laid eyes on called a television. When God said "You need to be like little children to enter the kingdom of God," I don't think He was talking about kids who are watching the T.V. 24/7, rebelious to their parents, hooked on drugs and sex! He wants us to be like those five year olds who know what it means to work. Who know the meaning of LIVING! So what if they are hardly edjucated and have never seen a T.V? they know the meaning of life. Let us all be like those little kids out there, and adults too. Although we think our standards are so much higher, we need to get to that place where we are at the same level as those kids! In my opinion the greatest people in this nation are those kids out there, unedjucated and underpriveledged, but they know what work and faith is, and that is the key substance in living. We need to feel and love. God help us to be like those people out there. I honestly think their standared as PEOPLE are so much higher than our own.

So anyway.... long blog, but I hope you read it and listen to my heart! God bless you.