On Tuesday we travelled to Kisii, to a village called Ogembo. Kisii is both a municipality and a city, and also the homeland of the Kisii tribe. We are here till Sunday, staying in a home owned by one of the elders of Adams’ church. While I am here I will be ministering at churches pastored by several of our affiliated ministers.
This morning it was the turn of Pastor Isaiah’s church Hope Community Fellowship, which is located in an area called Gucha. We had a bit of trouble finding it, even though we had been here before (it was a few years ago, and most roads in Kenya don’t have sign posts) but we eventually found the right road. It is quite out of the way, and there was a bit of a hike (along a very muddy narrow track) from the road to the church.
Originally the plan was to have two meetings here, but as things often do here in Africa that got changed. In this case, they had a funeral this afternoon, so we were only able to have the one service this morning. There was only a small congregation, around twenty-five people, and I thought they were probably all Christians. However, I felt impressed to give a salvation call anyway, with the result that two people came out to receive Jesus! (Note to self: never, ever, assume that everyone in a meeting is saved.)
One negative aspect today was that Adams had to rebuke a pastor who has been trying to connect with us. This guy had found me on WhatsApp, and had been making quite a pest of himself, but Adams had agreed that I could do a meeting for him while I am here (he is in the Kisii area.) Then today he started messaging Adams telling him stories about various pastors in the network, and telling him to be cautious of them. Adams promptly called him and told him we don’t listen to gossip, and not to contact either of us again. I was proud of the way Adams handled it. I simply won’t tolerate those who try to pull others down to build themselves up.
As for the saga of my leg, I believe it is beginning to improve. I have had a whole tribe of people praying for me, as well as the warfare I have been doing myself. The guy whose house we are staying in is a doctor, and he had a look at the leg when we arrived and has given me a further five days of antibiotics. He is monitoring it while we are here. So I continue in warfare mode and believing for total healing.