Today was our best day. We went to a village called Oloirowua. Please don’t ask me to pronounce it. It took us only about a forty-five minute drive to get to the village. The village has a local church whose pastor is named Francis. Francis speaks English very well, and his wife is a teacher at a large primary school located just down the hill from the church. The church has 300 members, and if you could see the outlying village, you would understand that the large majority of the church’s members have to walk from 15 minutes to an hour to get to church on Sunday. And this is in the hot sun.
We were able to tell three stories to a group of 22 older men. Most of the men were Nyankusis. The Masaai divide their men by the stage of life where they are circumcised. Every 10 years or so, a new group of Masaai boys are circumcised, given a name to that group, and keep that name until their death. The group will share many things throughout their life with those of the same group. Last year the most Nyankusis we had in one group was three. So this was special. The Nyankusi carry tremendous power and influence in their village.
The men listened intently and we had a question and answer session for another 30 minutes. It was an excellent time of fellowship with other Christian men who had a genuine interest in hearing the word of God explained to them.
However, what really made the day special was a lesson we learned about God’s sovereignty. As we were driving up the dirt road to the church, I noticed a young boy from the school walking towards the church. He had his hand over his eye. A few minutes later several of the Masaai were talking to the boy and it was found that the young boy had been hit with a rock. Because the boy was not complaining of pain and there was no visible bleeding, just swelling, they were getting ready to send the boy back to school when Blaine Anderson walked up to the group, found out the problem, and suggested that Dr. Paul look at him. Dr. Paul looked at him and determined that the boy had a serious eye injury, and that if he didn’t get immediate attention from an eye specialist, he would lose his eye. Pastor Francis took the boy to a hospital located in a town approximately an hour away. We learned later this afternoon that he was admitted into the hospital and that Dr. Paul’s diagnosis was exactly correct – if he had not been taken to the hospital today, he would’ve lost his eye. Thankfully, they were able to get the needed medicine from Nairobi, and the boy’s prognosis is that he will be fine.
Isn’t God incredible? If we had gotten to that village just 5 minutes later, or if Dr. Paul had not been with us on this trip, this 6-7 year old boy would have lost his eye. It is humbling when you realize that God has put you in a position at the exact moment and place to make a difference.
Please continue to pray for us. And PLEASE pray for rain. One of the old men today told me that the drought was the worst he’s ever seen in his life. Many of the men in attendance today have lost all of their cattle, which is their wealth.
Thank you for your prayers. The team can tell that people are praying for us – so please keep it up.