Saturday, March 21, 2009


"When my soul fainted within me I remembered the Lord: and my prayer came in unto Thee, into Thine holy temple." Jonah 2:7

These are the words of the infamous reluctant missionary, spoken from the belly of the whale. He had been disobedient and run the other way, because he did not want to see the salvation of those who in his judgment did not deserve it. Over the past two weeks, I have heard the stories of perpetrators whom I have judged do not deserve God's mercy or salvation. They are murders, rapists, glue sellers, pimps of street girls, corporate owners who know their product is taking the lives of thousands and look towards profits instead of people. My heart is glad Hell is hot.

It was not Jonah's judgment to make and it is not mine. Christ's teaching was very clear in many parables about Who gets to make that call (the 12th hour workers, the man forgiven of his debt who went and beat someone who owed him money, the celebration of the return of the prodigal son, even the thief on the cross).

After traveling 30+ hours across the globe, we returned late Thursday. You can imagine here it is a whole different world. And in some ways it IS like being vomitted up from the belly of a fish onto dry land. The unfamiliar has gone, the smell is gone, the red dirt choking our lungs and staining our feet has been washed off. Safe drinking water and familiar food has satiated hunger and thirst. But the memories remain.

There is a little girl still wearing a tattered yellow dress waiting until daylight can take her safely back into the compound of Oasis of Hope where there will be food, water and a for now a remnant of childhood - where she can run without the fear of broken glass, and she can laugh because that is what 3 year old children do.

"From the ends of the earth I call to You, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to a rock that is higher than I." Psalm 61:2

I called to the Lord while I was at the end of the earth in Africa. My heart was and still is faint. I am still walking with Him as He leads me to the Rock - that is higher than where I stand today. The view from His perspective is not my view - of that I can assure you. I have read your emails filled with brokeness for the children, prayers for us on the ground, and have held tightly to the character of the God I serve. Questions are consistent and constant, "how can you do this, how can you see this, what do you do?"

"Haven't I commanded you? Strength! Courage! Don't be timid; don't get discouraged. God your God, is with you every step you take." Joshua 1:9

For reasons yet unclear, God commanded us to go - to this place at this time. We took our strength and courage from your intercession on our behalf. We walked into the Valley of the Shadow of Death. We were not shy about it, and we encouraged each other when we faced discouragement.

We know God is our God. ALMIGHTY!

He was with us every step we took: through the Maasai village in Amboseli, dancing the "Chicken Dance" with orphans of the Adopt-a-Legacy program, in the slums of Kitale, sitting with us among 57 infants and toddlers abandoned and infected with TB, and with 100 children at the Oasis of Hope struggling to beat the addiction of glue.

I'm home, and while I am back in my "comfort zone" I am uncomfortable. If sadness and sorrow could cause the breathe to escape one's body and induce fainting, I would praise God because the chair I am sitting in and have little motivation to rise from would keep me from falling flat on the floor. I know prayer changes things and God hears the cries of His people. But - what do I need in Dallas, TX - when there is a little girl in a yellow tattered dress, without a mother or father to hold her, without a blanket to keep her warm and with perhaps only a fleeting remembrance of a tall white stranger who sat in the dirt and made her laugh?

"God doesn't come and go. God lasts. He's Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch His breath. And He knows EVERYTHING inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to the dropouts... But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles. They run and don't grow weary, they will walk and not be faint." Isaiah 40:28-31

Not fainting still
In His service

Tuesday, March 17, 2009


"Then I said to myself, "Oh He even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light! In fact, darkness isn't dark to You; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to You." Psalm 139

When I first laid down in my bed I heard the sounds of night; songs of crickets are muted by the traffic in Big D. Now, as I begin to write the night has fallen silent, perhaps the nature surrounding me is being reverant to the message for the "night".

This is the last time I will lay on this particular Kenyan bed, cover myself with a sheet brought from home and comfort myself with music to send me to sleep. I am not sure rest will come easy.

Our last day in Kitale was filled with traveling to different ministries working with children in the area. The first was a home for 57 babies -most discarded at the IDP (internally displaced people) camps when the violence broke out. The sight of 57 small children (47 being treated for TB) is too much to take in. We arrived in the morning when they were all outside in a "gazebo" like structure some napping, some crying, some being fed, some crawling and some looking at the strangers and trying NOT to cry.

We heard some of the stories. One of the newer babies had been born literally over a latrine and the mother WALKED away, leaving the child to drown in excrement. Somehow, the newborn was never submerged and a teen passing by heard the cries, jumped down into the hole with a rope and rescued the infant from death. Each child had a similar unbelievable tale of miraculous rescue and survival to be brought to a place of God's mercy and love.

Our second stop, was Oasis of Hope. The ministry featured in the "Glue Boys" documentary. It was hard to know what we would see, the state of the children, or really any of the conditions. We were pleasantly surprised. There were close to 100 children wandering around the compound taking a break from their schooling and of course "checking us out". We were given a tour of the facility (an abandoned private hospital) by the Director and the goals and purposes of the "stepping stone" center were clearly explained.

While some of the children would pass us in the hallways and shake our hands, most were outside, washing themselves, washing their clothes, or playing. I tried to stay attentive to his words, to hear the passion of his heart to get these children into group homes and integrated into the school system, but I could not keep from looking at the children soon facing another night on the streets.

I could take another two paragraphs to explain the rationale behind sending the kids who were safe inside the compound back onto the cold, harsh and dangerous streets - and it is a viable, logical, well-thought out plan and has been proven successful long-term. But I won't.

It made sense to my head. But when we went outside to be with the children, there was a little girl in an ill-fitted, ragged and torn yellow dress, no shoes but a big grin. As I sat on the grass to let her touch my white skin (which she found hilarious) her laughter never stopped. I would make a funny face, she would break out into peals of glee, turn to run - but make her way back again and again to giggle some more, smile larger, touch and be touched. She was barely three.

Tonight, I know she is not laughing. She is somewhere on the streets of Kitale protected by an older sibling and trying to stay warm. I wonder if she is crying, if she is scared, if she remembers the laughter of today. If she remembers me?

I am remembering her.

"Never again will there be any night. No one will need lamplight or sunlight. The shining of God, the Master, is all the light anyone needs. " Rev 22:5

In the dark about so many things
But still in His service

Monday, March 16, 2009


"Choose this day who you will serve, but as for me..."

Joshua gave the Israelites an option before they went into the Promised Land; an option to choose whether they would serve the pagan gods of those occupying the land - or if they would serve the Faithful One who brought them out of Egypt and preserved the nation for 40 years of wandering in the desert.

The first choice of everyday should be Who we will serve. Will it be a God focused, desired day or will it be self-serving and fear driven? We make hundreds of choices each day, what to have for breakfast, what to wear to work, how to wear our hair, which one of the multitudes of pairs of shoes will match our attire or allow comfort for what the days plans hold. Our choices are seemingly endless - even in an economy that has begun to limit financial expenditures and commitments. BUT... we still have choices.

Today, we met 100 children with no choice. They represent a far greater number hidden in the slums of Kitale, with no option for education, clothing, food or hope. At the edge of one of the largest slums Wycliffe, a local believer, began an outreach to children living on the streets without even one choice. He saw there would be no opportunity for them to receive an education (they could not pay the school fees) and their future was sure to be cut short by disease, malnutrition or abandonment through the death of parents suffering from AIDS. He began an informal "school" in two mud huts teaching the basics. He also took orphaned and abandoned children into his own two room home.
Then God moved

... in the hearts of a few visiting Americans to come alongside the work he was already committed to and expand his territory. Teachers were hired, a tin building was constructed to enable three classrooms to operate and serve 100 children. Each day the children come and start the day with a cup of porridge. They are taught not just "reading, writing and arithmetic". They are taught the love of the Father. Before they leave they are fed rice and beans. The food the children have at school is the only nourishment they have for the day - but they take home in their hearts a portion of "the Bread of Life".

What choice do you have if you are 5 years old living in the slum, your mother is dying and you are the caretaker of your 2 year old brother? You watch the older children. You learn to look through the trash heaps for scraps of food, you learn to pick up discarded plastic bottles and fill them with the filthy water running through the ghetto. It is the water you wash your face with, it will keep you hydrated but in the temporary quenching of thirst lies the dangers of parasites and bacteria a small body has no choice or chance to fight.

We watched the documentary last night called "Glue Boys" to educate us to the plight of the thousands of homeless and abandoned here in Kitale. IF they survive - they are offered another choice to help them cope with the cold nights, the hunger in their bellies, their sorrow.


The plastic bottles that once held water are now used to hold the toxic glue that will create a euphoria deep enough to drive away the cold, it numbs the hunger. And as it kills brain cells it also kills the memory of their loss and the hopelessness.

Most are dead before their 12th birthday. The poison creates brain damage and eventually kidney failure.

There are ministries here fighting to give them a choice. But the addiction of children so young, combined with those willing to exploit and continue to provide them an toxic but anesthetic substance to numb the pain - make structure a choice to hard for their damaged minds to make. A choice their hearts did not have an opportunity to understand - love over "slavery" to forgetting.

After seeing the film, we asked, "if there are "glue boys" where are the glue girls?" Then the horrifying truth was told. Some did not think the world was "ready" to hear about the "glue girls" kept hidden in the back houses of the slums, and forcibly sold as prostitutes, who are having babies (born with the addiction) succumbing to HIV/AIDs and the epidemic of TB that is ravishing the area. Babies are born to these girls as soon as they reach puberty - they do not live long after that. The "world" is not ready to hear - were we ready to "see"?

Outside the English run cafe filled with foreign missionaries, sitting in the grass with his water bottle held closely to his mouth for inhaling the fumes of euphoria was a boy barely 10. He had been there all day - dazed and forgetting how he got there. He will quickly forget the blur of white faces that passed by him during this day. Especially, when the darkness requires he find a sleeping place where he can cover himself with a discarded potato sack for warmth - the rest of the heat coming from the intoxication of the glue - his sleep induced by the fumes that will soon take all his choices.

The "glue girls" lost their choice long before they lost their caregivers. They are covered with bodies of men hungry for the innocence they are free to steal.

"Remember oh God, that my life is but a breath, and my eyes will never see happiness again". Job 7:7

Job cried out God.

Cry out for those who have lost their hope to cry at all.

Cry out to God for the workers are few.

Cry out to God for provision in abundance - to build a clinic to serve those in the slums.

Cry out to God for mercy.

Cry out to God for forgiveness for all the choices we take for granted.

Cry out to God for the church to have a heart to exercise pure religion undefiled - VISIT the widow and orphan in their distress.

Cry out to God for the nation of Kenya - for the continent of Africa where evil reigns but GOD is King!


For those who are under the influence of impoverishment and glue have no tears or remembrance of love.

Searching for a breath of life to impart to the dying

For more information and learn about the ministries helping the children in Kitale see the website:

Saturday, March 14, 2009


"When He saw the multitudes, He had compassion on them, for they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd". Mark 9:36

Our day is over here in Kitale, the sun is down, and a brief respite of rain is falling which will settle the dust of the dirt roads we travel down. The cool breeze blowing is bringing the first relief from the relentless heat that has plagued us since our arrival. We changed our accommodations this morning from rooms right next to the road into town to a quiet guest house run by British ex-patriots in the area know as "high hill". The bathrooms are outside, the shower is shared by 6 (not at the same time of course) but even with the small inconveniences - the peace of the Lord has eased us and we are certain to gain refreshment and renewal of our fading strength after a good night's sleep.

Yesterday, we spent the entire day traveling. First taking a flight from Amboseli to Nairobi; a few hours in the madness of a metropolitan area - then back to a different airport for our flight to Kitale. As usual, our multiple heavy bags COULD have been a financial issue transferring to a small in-country plane. We pushed our 250 lbs of luggage up to the counter and I prayed for the eyes of the assistant to be veiled. "A" laughed, "there is no way she is not going to notice we each have 2 bags instead of the 1 allowed and they each weigh 40 lbs instead of the 20 lb allowance!". I just laughed right back, especially when I overheard V talking to the older man behind us say he was the director of the seminary in El Doret. I turned to her and said, "God is our vanguard AND now you see He has brought the rear guard!". At 25, I think this was the first time she heard the KJV term "vanguard". "What?"

Of course, no charge!

We spoke to our "rear guard" until he reached his destination of El Doret (the plane's first stop) and we flew on to Kitale. He told his experience during the outbreak of violence. He told how the seminary took in hundreds of refugees seeking safety from what was happening in the surrounding rural villages. He said, "as far as you could see - on all the roads leading into El Doret were thousands of people carrying whatever they could grab of their worldly belongings before the terror rained down on them. There were mothers who had been gang raped by their own neighbors (from the opposing tribe) then forced to watch as their husbands were murdered and their young sons brutally sodomized."

It is too hard for our ears to hear, incomprehensible for our minds to imagine the horror. And to learn those who perpetrated such evil remain unpunished, still waiting for the chance to terrorize again.

The Bible teaches satan is lurking like a lion waiting to devour those he can. It is a certainty here in Africa there IS an evil lion pacing back and forth across the continent - devouring innocence while the world remains unaware and seemingly out of danger from his jaws and his appetite.

The Lion of Judah has compassion on these multitudes. He is watching - never slumbering or sleeping. When we were met by the Kenyan nationals they expressed thanks for our coming at this time when there is still violence and so much uncertainty. They also asked questions of the problems America is facing.

Frankly, I thought "what problems do we have that could even be mentioned in the same context? We have never been chased from our house and walked countless miles carrying all we could to escape a horror we cannot comprehend. And yet we worry - we are anxious - we fear. Why? We have been blessed, and we have been taught - be anxious for NOTHING; FEAR not for I will be with you.

I felt inadequate and shamefully ill-equipped. And then He reminded me of His question to His disciples when the hunger and need of the multitude moved Him to compassion. "What do you have?" I know more now of how they felt totally overwhelmed by the NEED they saw before them. "You expect US to meet THIS need?"

"What do you have?"

He blessed the small amount (totally inadequate) - broke it and His disciples passed out HIS provision through their submission.

Today, we went to visit the orphans of Adopt-a-Legacy. They have lived through the terror, AIDS claimed some of their parents, violence or tragedy has left them alone in a world where government "bail outs" cannot ease their pain or erase the debt of their loneliness.

"In you the fatherless find hope"

We brought what we had to the hands of our Master. A few frisbees, some jump ropes for limbo dancing, some tricks for teaching, some stories for telling, and some music for dancing.

We saw the fullness of their spirits expressed in the laughter. Our ears heard whispers of "I love you's". Our arms embraced the sorrow and briefly transferred the message of His "I love you" back to them. Our hearts saw the provision of our King. We returned to our rooms with baskets full of their joy.

He is ALL in ALL and He is always ALL we need!

Satisfied in Him - satisfying others with Him

Thursday, March 12, 2009


"I send this letter to you in God's church (across the world), Christians cleaned up by Jesus, and set apart for a God filled life. I include in my greeting all who call out to Jesus wherever they live. He's their Master as well as ours".
1 Corinthians 1 The Message

A verse written close to two thousand years ago, but the words rang true today from the plains of Amboseli amongst the Maasai people.

Yesterday, we had little more information about what would be taking place today at the village other than the time we were scheduled to leave this morning. But, as His word promises and is continually fulfilled, He is sufficient, He has a plan, He has a purpose, and He has a future and a hope for the nations.

When we first arrived at the "boma" a few of the children not in school returned out of curiosity, but remained close to the dung huts, out of the sun and out of our reach. We started rolling and tossing a ball, and with coaching soon had a circle of willing players. Before long there were frisbees flying haphazardly through the air (with our prayers they wouldn't hit one of the little ones) and the sometimes bouncing, sometimes rolling ball (with prayers it would not land in the thorn fence and explode prematurely ending our entrance and access to the children.

Pastor J went and asked the school teacher if we could have a small program for the children at the school. She agreed, but with the shy demeanor and age (most under the age of 8) of the children we still did not know exactly how this was going to work. Not to mention the fact the interpretation was still in question!

We walked across the dusty plain avoiding thorns, rocks and animal "remnants" to the one room schoolhouse. Once inside, our eyes had to adjust, for the only light coming inside was from small open windows. But the brightness shining from the dark children's eyes did more than illuminate our way - it eased our hearts with that peace that passes all understanding.

J asked us to introduce ourselves and then the teacher stood and with impeccable English said, "Thank you for coming. I greet you in the Name of Jesus. The Lord I love and my personal Savior."

Tears filled my eyes as she spoke of her thanks, her salvation, and proved to be the answer to our prayers for how we were going to be able to communicate the love of Christ to the children.

I told a story, we played games then promised to return later in the day, when the sun was lower in the sky and their bellies had been filled. When we returned, the children all started running after the car, anxious to see us, excited to hear us, and ready for whatever we had to share. Once again, the teacher did the interpreting and enjoyed my dramatics as she retold the tale.

At the end of the day, we went back outside, turned on the music and made like young and old, black and white hens, dancing the classic "Chicken Dance". Standing on the sidelines or sitting on the rocks, proudly stood the beautiful Maasai women; dressed in the traditional and distinctive red, with multiple beaded necklaces, bracelets and earrings. Those not mimicking the beaks of the chickens, flapping arms like wings and shaking and twisting to the tune were laughing hysterically at those who were! What a sight it was indeed.

"Just think - you don't need a thing, you've got it all! God's gifts are right in front of you as you wait expectantly for our Master Jesus to arrive on the scene..."

We showed up today in the village -
And so did He!

Sometimes a little chicken in you is a good thing
Flapping my wings
In His service

Wednesday, March 11, 2009


"We don't see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright!" 1 Cor 13

The frogs, crickets, and other night chirpers are singing in the dark Amboseli night. My roommates are soundly sleeping having succumbed to jet lag earlier. I am hoping to finish this report before the generator turns off at 11 pm stopping the only breeze in our tent coming from the oscillating fan positioned strategically between our three twin beds.

We arrived without incident late last night into Nairobi, drove to the hotel and left again after too few hours of sleep to catch our 7 am flight to Amboseli. Our "camp" is just outside the Amboseli game park so from the airport we actually had a semi-safari to get here. I mentioned the location of Amboseli is at the foothills of Mount Kilimanjaro. Now, I must say this was a thrilling idea having barely glimpsed the peak while visiting Tanzania in 2006.

But today, in the early morning hours there she was in all her glory! Even though I had only a small glimpse 2 years ago it was still one of the most breathtaking things I have ever seen. Today, I didn't care to look at the passing gazelles, the wandering wildebeasts, the occasional warthog - all I wanted to do was to look upon the spectacular snow-capped summit rising up from the African plains.

We serve an amazing, awesome creator God who brings mountains out of the flatlands and fashioned dust into human form. Oh what a mighty God we serve. By the time we settled in, had our lunch and made our plans for visiting the Maasai tribe just outside the game park, the clouds had rolled in and covered "her" beauty. I felt as though the Lord had pulled back the curtain of inspiration and said, "now, back to business".

Back to His business it is. We drove to the Pastor's "boma" (a small group of huts consisting of mostly family members) within the village. We were introduced to his wife and baby and one by one the other women (his sister, aunt, sister-in-law) all came out of their dwellings to greet us. They were dressed in the traditional Maasai wardrobe, varieties of red plaid coverings and heavy beaded necklaces, bracelets, earrings and head dresses; stunning against such a back drop of small domiciles, babies in tow (with most crying at the site of us). It reminded me of the verse in Matthew regarding the lilies of the field "Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed so lovely as these". I couldn't imagine how.

We brought our greetings, and assured them we would return tomorrow. We are not quite sure what we will be able to "do" since our interpretation is limited. What we do know is we are ambassadors of the King and He has placed us here at this time and He will have His way. We are ready, willing and able to do all things through His strength.

We don't see clearly - what His plan is. We are looking through the "fog" of the way we have done things in the past - but tomorrow we pray to see Him clearly - face to face - in the hearts and eyes of the beautiful Maasai.
Sun shining - no rain
Smiling still
In His service

Monday, March 09, 2009


...we live on; beaten, and yet not killed; sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rich; having nothing, and yet posessing everything.". 2 Cor 2:9-10


I have been using that word more frequently these last few days and weeks. It seems everyone I speak to has the "state of the nation" (i..e. the economy, the war, the bail outs) on their minds - and for good reason. The uncertainty in the air is almost palpable, with each day bringing more bad news of our troubled times.


As I pray, I praise God - I have never known hunger, I have never known thirst, I have never been without a roof over my head, I have never been without more than enough clothes to wear to keep me warm and protected from the elements. Because I live in the "land of the free and home of the brave" I am more comfortable than 4/5ths of the world's population. Those same people live on LESS than $2 a day for all their basic survival needs to be met - that is less than a regular cup of coffee (no fancy Grande Caramel Machiatto) at my neighborhood Starbucks.


To whom much is given, much is required! Which is why in a few short hours my comrade and I leave for the other side of the world - yet again. Our burning passion and desire is to see those who have little in the eyes of the world - gain everything in the eyes of God; the salvation knowledge of the love of Christ. We will fly to Amsterdam and then on to Nairobi where we will spend the night and meet up with the third person on our team, before catching the first flight out to Amboseli (at the foothills of Kilimanjaro). There, we will spend our time establishing relationships and working with the Maasai people in the area. We will then fly back to Nairobi and catch a flight for Kitale where most of our ministry will take place; meeting local pastors, spending time at the Adopt-a-Legacy orphanage and meeting with area believers to assess the needs of the community and how future teams can come alongside the work being carried out in this volatile region.

In my daily reading (Mark 8:10) I came across a city I had never taken note of before - Dalmanutha. I was convinced it was the translation I was reading because who has EVER heard, read, or remembered "Dalmanutha"? After checking all versions - the name of the city was the same. You might be wondering why this caused a pause in my study - face it there are a lot of Hebrew names in books like Numbers and Deuteronomy that make our eyes glaze over - Dalmanutha doesn't flow off the tongue quite as easily as Cana, Capernaum, or Galilee.


There were people in Dalmanutha Jesus went to see. He taught there, healed there, ate meals there and probably rested there as well. The people of Dalmanutha may not be remembered by us - but they were remembered by the King. You may have never heard of "Amboseli" or "Kitale" and you may wonder how we chose these particular destinations. We didn't - but our King did!

We pray His name is spoken on their lips and His love remains in their hearts - even if we glaze over the unfamiliar sound of the cities "at the ends of the earth" like I did with Dalmanutha.


"By an act of faith, (we) said yes to God's call to travel to an unknown place... (As we leave we) have no idea where (we) are going.." Hebrews 11:8

But He does and it makes me smile
In His service

One by One video from Kenya trip 2004

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Never Before in the History...

…of the Bachelor

I confess. The ads and promised “shocking ending” lured me like a trout seeing a wiggling worm at the end of the line. “Boy meets many girls, boy falls madly in love, boy asks one dream girl to marry him and live happily ever after…”

But then boy takes it back, girl cries in humiliation (hope the paycheck helped the sting and pays for some of the therapy) and then boy asks other girl to have coffee.

Laugh if you will, be disgusted as you should – but the truth is we are ALL longing for the “happily-ever-after” the one TRUE love to make us eternally happy, and the even sadder fact is we really do believe we will find a human being that can meet all those needs and fill the hole in our heart approximately the size of one bite out of an apple. (see Genesis 3:6)

During these uncertain times, we needed to be distracted and for the past six weeks or so, for some - the Bachelor proved a suitable outlet for those who find Jack Bauer (24) too intense. The wine infused, evening gowned, false-eyelashed women vying for the attention of a single father was far more amusing and after all, at the beginning of the program the Bachelor said he did find the “love of his life”. This of course came after the first “love of his life” the Bachelorette dumped him for a wild snowboard champion. Go figure.

“He has taken me to the banquet hall, and His banner over me is love” Song of Songs 2:4

I am thankful my life’s ups and downs are not played out in tabloids or television screens. I praise God, He knows all the details of my life and we don’t have to have a special time, place or “one-on-one” date to experience intimacy. He has seen me naked! He endures my anger at the unexplained, He comforts me when I cry, He never ever turns His back on me. He is ready, willing and waiting. He demonstrated His love once and for all. There is no taking the engagement ring back, no second thoughts the more time He spends with me, NO change of mind.

“I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you in with loving-kindness.” Jeremiah 31:3

Next Monday, I leave for Kenya on a journey to share the meaning of true and real everlasting love. Our team will meet with nationals serving the Maasai tribal community located in the region of Amboseli. After two days at the foot of Mount Kilimanjaro, we will travel north to Kitale and meet with local pastors and orphanage workers to prepare for the team traveling in August. Kitale is the area where much of the tribal violence broke out after the elections. We pray to minister to the hearts and spirits of the children and adults we encounter. Our desire is to be an encouragement and bring hope of the Living God.

“As the Father sent Me, so send I you.” John 20:21

You might think I’m crazy; I’ve been home from India just a little over two weeks. But what is crazier – thinking true love can be found in a competition, or knowing True Love was given and wanting to tell the world the message of John 3:16?

“They preached with joyful urgency that life can be radically different” Mark 6:12 The Message

Urgently smiling
Living radically different
In His service

Monday, March 02, 2009

KENYA - Calendar of Events

March 9
Depart DFW – Amsterdam

March 10
Arrive Nairobi
Overnight in Nairobi

March 11
Flight Nairobi to Amboseli

March 12
Ministry in Amboseli with Maasai Tribe

March 13
Flight from Amboseli to Nairobi
Flight from Nairobi to Kitale

March 14-17
Area Ministry in Kitale

March 18
Travel by car to Eldoret
Flight from Eldoret to Nairobi
Flight from Nairobi to Amsterdam

March 19
Flight from Amsterdam to DFW