Typical, Atypical Life

Honestly, I don't even know where to begin.

So much more happened in one week in Kenya than a year in the States, yet it's almost impossible to write about.

I guess I'll start with what our "everyday" lives were like. We stayed in a motel in Maai Mahiu - a place rampant with alcoholism, drug abuse, prostitution, and fear.

  

We were blessed enough to have running water, though the shower was less than ideal. Freezing one minute, boiling the next. The motel staff was amazing, ready to serve whatever we needed. We ate several variations of rice and beans, accompanied by chicken or beef or fish. Chapati was everyone's favorite. It's a kind of flat bread that's absolutely delicious.

 

The best part (aside from our ministry, of course) was worship and teachings every night. We had church in the motel bar every evening. One person brought a guitar, and we learned the songs as we went along. There was a mosque located right across the street, and we could hear their prayers happening at the same time as ours.

God was very real in this place, and he showed himself multiple times. Sins were forgiven, souls were remade, truth was revealed. On the last night, even miraculous healings occurred right before our eyes. Who knew such amazing things could happen in a bar in the the worst place in Kenya?

You don't need a million dollar establishment to worship. You don't need fancy projectors or speakers or even instruments.

All you need is a group of believers. And one bold voice to get started.