Originally, I had planned to write this blog about how much I have grown and changed as a result of a teammate being sick, and while it was amazing how much my prayer life, and my spiritual life in general has drastically changed and strengthened, I feel the need to vent about something else. This morning we visited a hospital in Mpeketoni and let me just say that I could not believe that I was standing in a hospital…there was no air conditioning or fans, no medical equipment that I could see, no nurses or doctors, and the smell of human feces and the stench of death and disease hung over the place.
As I looked over the people there, as they just lay in their mosquito net-covered beds, my heart broke. Why is it that these people may never truly be healed or cured just because their medical care and facilities are sub-standard? I cry out to God! Why is it like this? I do not know why, but my heart feels burdened because of this.
I do not know what God wants me to do but I will do whatever He asks: if He wants me to pray for them, I will pray; if He wants me to support a hospital, I will support a hospital; if He wants me to build a hospital, I will build a hospital. I want to be part of the solution! I do not want people to be condemned to die or live with curable diseases just because they do not have access to decent medical care. I know that I have been blessed to live in America, where my birth defect, broken legs, stitches, and every other ailment I have had has been taken care of in awesome medical facilities, by awesome medical personnel…I know that had I been born anywhere else in the world, my life would be completely different, and I would not be writing a blog to you in Kenya because I would not be able to walk, or I would be dead, I just want to give people the chance I had.
In Christ,
Sam
