As Monday dawned, we were preparing to go door-to-door to
minister to the people that lived around the Eburru area.
Due to the type of setting we were not able
to walk and cover enough ground, so we all jumped in the van for transportation
to our targeted sites.
The Njenga’s had
planted some corn which yielded a suitable harvest.
They had the corn in large bags we were
taking with us in order to pass out some food along with the message of the
Gospel.
We as a team had bought some
beans that we took there for the
same
purpose, in easing the physical hunger of the people there.
We drove along a moderately well traveled road, passing out
food on the way and sharing the Gospel with many at one time when the
opportunity provided itself.
After the
corn and beans had been exhausted, we set out on foot to go pray with those in
need and share the Gospel to the unknowing.
In our first house we found a mother concerned over her child who had a
badly infected cut.
We prayed first for
the child, believing God to restore the little one’s health as he was running a
bad fever.
Then in communicating with
the mother through a translator, I learned that she had not been to church in
nine years.
She had previously gone to a church in the area when one of
the members had mistreated her in some way.
As a result she was bent on never returning and had kept her word.
The conversation went on and we learned she
was not saved, in addition a lady nearby was overhearing our talk and she came
in to listen.
She too was unsaved and we
rejoiced to be able to lead them both in the prayer of salvation.
We told them the church we were working with
and gave her contacts and directions that she may begin fellowshipping there.
After this, we found a few fellows working in the field, who
we also shared the Gospel with.
They
said they believed in God but saw no great hurry to be saved.
I exhorted them with the Word and did
everything I could think of in order to spur them onward toward a decision and
to relate the urgency of the message we carried.
They didn’t get saved then but if the Holy
Ghost continued to work on them as He was doing, it would not have been long
after when they would have felt strong conviction.
The door-to-door time, although short, was quite a blessing
as several were saved in other groups as well and a good opportunity to
distribute some much needed food.
We
returned to the camp for just long enough to eat lunch and then left to
minister at the school.
The school in
the area was a fair distance from where we were and a terrible road stood
between us and them.
However, by the
grace of the Lord (which now I know is the only thing that fuels our vehicles)
we safely arrived.
The children at the school often came from long distances
away, walking over an hour to attend classes in the morning and making the
same journey back at night.
Nevertheless, the teachers were qualified and
had a passion for the children there.
We
led a general group time and then split them into classes in order to minister
to them one on one.
As the time was
drawing nigh to end, one class remained in session and we wondered why the
delay in ending as the students had to be leaving to go home.
I was then informed that some students in the
class were not saved and at that moment three were in process of surrendering
their lives to Jesus Christ.
Hallelujah
for the faith of a child!
The day ended well, with us safely leaving the school and
arriving back to the camp.
We ate supper
and laid down, ready for the construction that was to be waiting for us the
following day…
