Pray for Revival
The situation in Kenya is getting worse. It’s now being reported that children are being attacked on their way to school in some places. God has graciously given me a safe haven, while thousands of people are suffering greatly. This is the typical historical situation where great revivals have begun, and I believe that’s exactly what God wants to happen here in Kenya. Please pray toward that end.
Last Sunday was a very busy and interesting day. The church in Kipture came to visit the church in Cheptabach. The service began at 10:00 a.m., but the Kipture group didn’t arrive until 11:30 a.m. We finally ended at 3:00 p.m. because Kipture had some special presentations for Henry, Dorcas and me. Henry received a set of mugs. Dorcas received a leso, or kikoi, the all purpose African wrap-around. I also received one of those, plus a kerosene lantern, a huge bunch of bananas and a set of soup dishes which everyone uses to eat red beans and rice.
Dorcas and a friend cooked lunch (yep, you guessed it—red beans and rice) for all the Kipture group and we ate together at my house, all 18 of us, but not until the truck they rented was fixed. What a truck! It was a rattle trap and broke down a few yards from the church. When they opened the hood, I saw many things just hanging and I wondered how they ever made it from Kipture. The driver thought it was out of gas, so we tried siphoning from my car. That didn’t work, so I took a few of the people with me to my house and got a container of gas. We were only about 15 minutes away on lovely, dusty dirt roads. I took the gas back to the poor little truck, but that wasn’t the only problem. So I took another group of people back to my house while several people worked on the truck. When I returned, the truck was running and on the road. Everyone finally arrived at the house and we ate lunch at 5:00 p.m.
After lunch I played the piano for them, and then we started singing hymns. The Kalenjin have incorporated many of our old hymns into their worship in their language with slight variations in melody and rhythm. It was quite a time of praising our Lord in two languages at the same time, something like Pentecost, only on a much smaller scale. Actually, there’s really no comparison to that great day when the Holy Spirit came in such magnificent power on thousands of people! How awesome it would be if that happened in Kenya! The problems would be resolved by the power of God!
Let me stop on that note of praise and hope. The people here say thank you for the prayers of their American brothers and sisters in Christ for them and their country. We are all looking to God for the answers.