So here I am at 1.40 in the morning, wide awake and writing a blog because of that wonderful thing called jet lag. My computer, which is still on Aussie time, tells me it is 9.40am.
We stayed in a hotel in Nairobi tonight, because Adams wanted me to have a chance to rest and refresh before the long drive to Kitale later this morning. Tomorrow will be a rest day, then Sunday I have the service at Adams’ church. This is the poster he has been promoting it with:
One of the big challenges on a trip like this is to maintain my personal devotional life. I have Communion at the beginning and the end of each day. I love the idea that my days are “bookended by grace” as I remind myself of what Jesus has done for me. The evening Communion is also a time of self-examination as I seek to keep short accounts with God: “Search my heart, O God.”
But how do you do that when you are in a tin can at 40,000 feet with a couple of hundred other passengers? Well, the Lord showed me an answer. Every airline meal comes with a bread roll of some kind. As I ate it, I reminded myself again of Jesus’ body that was broken for me. And since the wedding at Cana all water is potential wine when Jesus is around – so, “Lord, as I drink this potential wine, I thank you for Your blood shed for me.” So I got to enjoy my special time with the Lord, and nobody else would have thought I was doing anything other than eating a meal.
The other challenge is keeping up my Bible reading program (which is admittedly challenging at the best of times.) Sitting and openly reading the Bible in the airport at Dubai, a predominantly Muslim country, was a little daunting at first, but as I got lost in the Word those qualms disappeared.