Tuesday, January 16, 2018





This morning we began with a brief devotional and prayer time with several of the Hospital Staff.  This time together was short and to the point, but it was easy to tell from Stanley and those in attendance that it was an important part of their daily routine.  

Our day ended with our team dividing our forces once again between the AIDS Orphanage House, and the gargantuan rock wall we are building around the Hospital Compound.  Just like the work on the house, it is all done in a rather primitive matter.  The mortar was mixed on the ground, the trench was dug by a handful of individuals with shovels and pick axes, and the wall was constructed by hand.  Nonetheless, we learned a lot and friendships were made.  We will always be thankful for the Kenyan work team in charge of the wall for their teaching and patience.  Also, they were very impressed that I not only knew of Bob Marley, but could sing a few bars of his “One Love.”  (A great tune that I’m actually listening to as I type this tonight!)

In between the prayer time and working on the wall, I was given the opportunity to spend some time with Kendi and Emily pictured above.  These gracious ladies are the Chaplains of Maua Methodist Hospital.  Kevin, Eric, and I went with them on their rounds through the hospital praying with the patients.  

Oddly, even after touring the hospital I still had in my mind a scene where we would be with the patients that desired our prayers in a one-on-one basis.  Keep in mind, however, that this is not the same style of hospital as Harris Downtown.  The concept of a private room is virtually non-existent unless for some reason quarantine is necessary.  Expecting mothers can be placed in a semi-private room, but the rest of them are in a large room with a dozen or so beds...maybe a curtain that can be pulled for privacy if needed.  So, most of our stops were in the middle of the room, introductions were made and we prayed for the group as a whole in the room.


There were some hurdles.  Very few of them spoke English, so we needed a translator. This made it cumbersome to maintain a cohesive train of thought with the prayers.  However, we did make the rounds and offer up our prayers for the patients of the Maua Methodist Hospital.  It was a good day.  Bwana Asafiwe!

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