My last meeting in Kenya for now was a healing meeting at East Gate Chapel on Wednesday evening. It was only a fairly small group. I ended up praying for almost everyone for personal healing, but then the Lord impressed me to also pray for the impartation of gifts of healing, and commission them to go out and pray for others. So now I’m believing to hear reports of healings as a result of the people praying for others.
On Wednesday morning we left at 8am for the eight hour drive back to Nairobi for me to catch the flight to Tanzania. We hadn’t got very far when a problem came up – the windscreen wipers and washer started running continually. Adams called for a mechanic, who obviously didn’t have the faintest clue what he was doing, then had Mary and I wait at the little cafe where we had stopped while he took the car to the garage. As time wore on I was beginning to panic, but eventually he returned with the problem fixed and we were on our way.
The rest of the trip was uneventful – in fact I slept through most of it. We arrived at the airport early for my 7pm check-in, and because Nairobi airport has a ridiculous rule that they won’t let you in before the check-in opens, I had to wait at a little restaurant next door. Had a surprisingly good cappucino while I waited.
The flight to Dar Es Salaam was only a couple of hours, in a tiny plane (only four seats to a row.) By the time I arrived, collected my luggage and did the immigration stuff, then walked from the international terminal to the domestic, it was around half past midnight. My flight to Kigoma was not due to leave till 10.50, so another looooong wait.
When I finally arrived at Kigoma, Pastor Peter and another pastor, Pastor Love, met me at the airport. They drove me to their church for some prayer, then took me to a restaurant for lunch. Not sure what exactly I ate, other than that there was a fish on the plate, but it was rather nice especially as I had not eaten any real food since lunch the day before (when I arrived in Dar Es Salaam it was too late to change any money, so I wasn’t able to buy food at the airport.)
Finally they brought me to the place where I am staying. It’s kind of a Christian camp, in a compound that includes the local Christian radio station. I would prefer to stay with the pastor and his family, but sometime that isn’t possible, and this is quite nice and comfortable. The room I am in has four beds, but I am the only one staying here.
Pastor Peter’s church has their service on Saturday, so I am waiting for them to pick me up for my first time of ministry here.