And now to the real subject and some pictures. The CBF churches held an "offices seminar" yesterday and we of course went, since we are a part of it. My favorite was the singing. The acoustics of a tin church are amazing and the people sing with their whole hearts. I just closed my eyes and fought the tears. "Jesu, Jesu"....Jesus, Jesus.....we serve the same Jesus, how beautiful and amazing is that.
There was a crippled man there who drug his body along with a cane, his feet and hands twisted and his clothes filthy with dirt. He ate lunch laying on the ground, painfully bringing each bite to his mouth and i just wanted to go over, touch his shoulder and say......what, i don't know but at least call him brother. I didn't. I don't know if he knows english and i don't know if that is culturally acceptable. Over here the men and women don't mix, even as families. It's considered shameful for a man to walk with his wife and one of the goals of being here is to show them how beautiful it is to love each other openly. I don't have a hard time doing that, lol but neither do i want to be offensive and it might not be a good idea to have the Kenyan brothers and sisters view the assistant pastor swatting his wife's hands away. :)
So here are some pictures of our day. Not the best because they were taken with a phone but it will give you an idea of the culture.
Little Levi enjoying his morning chai and mandazi (unsweetened donut) before the first topic.
|The friendly chai maker.....cooking over an open fire|
|Yup, that chicken's for lunch.|
|This little gal and Levi slept side by side for their afternoon nap.|
Those cooks were the sweetest friendliest women. They asked me which church i'm from and when i told them i have no idea what the name is, their mouths dropped open and they just roared with laughter. I think i've finally conquered and can say the name legibly, but it seemed to put a connection between us that this american white lady didn't even know where she's from. What can i say......i'm a "Mazunga" (white person) from the states and names like "Nyagonda" take a while to stick. Oh, i just can't wait until i'm able to connect with the women and make friends beyond just smiling. My head wonders if it's possible to develop a real connection with a world of culture between us but my heart says that with Jesus, absolutely!!
And with that, i say "Oriti." (goodbye)