"Where do I see God? Frankly, it takes more faith to see all this and say there's no God. He's everywhere. He's in everything." John Wendt, first time visitor to Kenya At night, we wake to the bark of baboons right outside the tent and a lion's roar marks a kingdom, thankfully, a distant domain. A crocodile slides silently from the river bank to the murky brown water in the morning darkness, feet from our tent. He moves down the river, completely concealed except for a single
Movements require special leaders to propel them forward, to cast a vision and see it through. We spent 3 days with one such leader on the campus of Kima International School of Theology (KIST), home to the CBH Swahili broadcast. The program is hosted by Obed Okech: engage him for five minutes and you'll note his brilliant mind, quick humor, and bright smile. For those 3 days, we encouraged each other, visited churches, climbed a mountain and had the best chai tea in all of
The children lined up and sneaked smiles, sometimes nudging the boy or girl next to them before breaking out in a fit of giggles. They wiggled and squirmed, trying their best to remain still as the head teacher welcomed us, sending greetings to the United States. When finished, he stepped nimbly to the side and cued the group with a quick nod. The singing began in the back, one girl charged with leading the choir, instantly joined by the rest of the students. Elementary boys
As soon as she left they threw everything in the trash. The spoon that touched her lips, the plate that grazed her hand, discarded as defiled, contaminated, fouled. When she entered a room, they left; when she walked down the street, they crossed to the other side.
Her family and friends deserted her; she was unemployed because no one would ever consider hiring someone like her. Living in shame and defeat, her only consolation was at the bottom of the next bottle. This was
We've been in Uganda less than 24 hours, definitely not the lifetime it would take to fully understand the whole picture, but in this minuscule window of time, it's evident how Uganda got its nickname. Lush green hills accented by rich red clay and brimming with fruit trees rise above sparkling Lake Victoria. Fishermen dot the lake, cutting through the crystal waters in boats hauling Nile perch and tilapia. A short drive through town and you feel it in the air- industry. Ever
What struck you the most about today? Allison Gustin, CBH "How chaotic it was. Then as soon as you walk through that gate, peace." - Kolby Gustin, first time visitor to Kenya Ten o'clock, Sunday morning. The van slowed to a stop - recent rains had made the dirt roads an impassable mess of sludge and we were forced to continue on foot. Already the street was filled with people walking, selling, calling, bartering, hammering, welding, buying. People bustled in and out of buildi
From the window of the 747, we watched the Kenyan sun sink below the earth's gentle curve. Such a sunset I've never seen. Before its last ray disappeared in azure darkness, oranges, reds and yellows stretched their flaming fingers across the entire expanse of the horizon. It seemed as if God saved His best artwork for this place; His mighty signature over a land bursting with creation. We stepped from the plane, engines, once roaring, now filled the night with a slowing purr.