My Devotion Continued

A time to break down, and a time to build up. Driving around the streets of Nairobi, there were so many vacant buildings. I could never tell if they were being built or waiting to be torn down.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh. The day we spent with Kari’s Compassion child, Wuzungu, was filled with laughter.

A time to mourn, and a time to dance. While in the Mathare slum, some members of the team will never forget the children from the Eljoy School. After these team members shared simple Bible stories, the children sang and danced. I can still hear their angelic voices singing, “heads, shoulders, knees and toes” as they danced around their tiny classroom.

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together. While at Mosiro, we taught the Maasai about disease prevention. They gathered a group of stones to sit on while we talked. And if one of our team members was in the crowd, standing, the Maasai would insist that we sit on their stone as they stood.

A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing. In a culture where men rule and are given free-rein to have sex with just about any female they choose to, it was a daunting task for us to teach the young people in Najile about the importance of abstaining from intercourse until marriage. At the end of a stressful morning dealing with this culture clash, Sara gets a hug from Jen and Dave.

(Devotion to be continued next time)