Author: Adventures

Open the Floodgates of Heaven

"I can hear the rhythm of the Lion of the Tribe of Judah. God, You are so near! My heart beats to Your rhythm, a constantly increasing sound.  My King is returning! Though when, I'm not quite sure. Father, wrap me in Your arms! Hold me close to Your chest.  Your love is a river, no, an ocean that swallows me whole!  You overwhelm me with Your goodness and gentleness.  You deal with me with infinite grace.  You, oh God, are my King!  Return for us Father!" I journaled this when I arrived at the first tribe, the Maasai village of Tangi Tatu near...

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This is not peanut butter

Meru, other than Nairobi, is one of the larger cities in Kenya. I'm sitting here, at a Cyber Cafe, after having taken a short stroll down the streets of Meru with my teammate Jesse. We paid a visit to this man's small shop, where he sold an assortment of wooden goods that were, despite my disinterest in purchasing them, lovely looking artifacts, all being well crafted. Following the visit to his shop, Jesse and I found ourselves in a public library, where I spent some time reading a book on the perception of color. It was quite the drive to Meru, from our "home", if you...

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Story Time!

When doing hut to hut evangelism, we are often invited into the hut to pray over the home and the family living there. It was a few days before we left the first tribe (Tangi Ta Tu) and we were told that there was a very sick woman in the next hut who heard we were there and begged us to come pray for her. We made our way to her hut and soon realized that it was much too small a house for all of us to enter. I volunteered to go in along with one of my team mates. We walked into the house and it was pitch black; I literally couldn't see my own hand held out in front of me. I used my...

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Mzungu! Mzungu!

Mzungu=white person in Swahili. Everywhere our team goes, we hear shouts of Mzungu! Mzungu! from small children. You can always count on everyone, including adults, shouting "HOW ARE YOU!" to us mzungus. Once a response is given, they simply giggle and run away. Many children may only have one or two pairs of worn shoes and will save them for special occasions, like church or holidays, yet they have such an abundance of joy. One little girl I met in Tangi Tatu had about twenty flies swarming her face, but her smile was the biggest and brightest I have ever seen. This brightened...

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Tony Pail

Currently, I find myself seated at a "Cyber cafe" in Naivasha. I am unsure of that spelling, but, I the internet is too slow to currently run a Google search confirming my chosen spelling, so, I will leave it spelled that way. The last two weeks of my life I have spent living of among the Masai people, working with the African Inland Church in Tangi Tatu. Tangi Tatu is likely one of the more dry and dusty places I have ever been, though, it is filled with some of the most welcoming and friendly people I have ever had the opportunity to meet. During our time in Tangi Tatu, we...

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Pinch me, I’m in Africa!

Dust tornadoes, long walks in the sun, mastering the art of the squatty(hole in the ground we use for a bathroom). These were all just a few of the unexpected inclusions of our 2 weeks with the Masai Tribe. Some people would look at these activites as a burden, and I'm not gonna lie…after the first 5 miles I began to become weary. But one night our team took the time to worship the Lord together and I was reminded in a song: "Whatever's in front of me, help me to sing Hallelujah. Whatever's in front of me, I'll choose to sing Hallelujah". This was exactly...

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