A time to lose, and a time to find. The day we took the kids from Brydges Orphanage to the park Paradise Lost, there wasn’t much that we lost. Mostly we found a group of young friends who just wanted to spend the day with us in the fresh air.
A time to keep, and a time to cast away. While we were at Mosiro, our team members and the local Maasai took bucket after bucket of nasty river water and turned it pure, by using the PUR water packets. When the purification process was complete, the remaining dirt and waste was cast away.
A time to speak, and a time to be silent. At Mosiro, we had the privilege to participate in the first confirmation ever for the Maasai of the area. We listened in silent awe as the pastor welcomed these people into the House of the Lord.
A time to love, and a time to hate. There was so much love everywhere we went, in everyone we met. During the baptisms at Mosiro, we felt most of all the love that Jesus Christ has for us all.
A time for war, and a time for peace. Back in the Mathare slum, a lifetime away, school children we met only wanted us to shake their hands, touch their heads. They believe that our touch alone would bless them. I pray for this group of children daily, pray that with their tummies full of nutritious food and arms of a loving family around them, that they come to know the peace of having Christ Jesus as their Savior.