This morning I woke up at 8:30 and learned that Mary and Wallace had taken David to the hospital because he was sick. Apparently David has a bacterial infection that is causing him to throw up. Wallace is taking a stool sample from David to the hospital tomorrow. Poor David also had to get some blood work done today. But he came home this afternoon and has slept most of the day.
Faith wanted to check out church at Roselyn Academy. The International Christian Fellowship had a service there. We left the house at 9:15 and had no clue what time the service started or where exactly it was on campus. We rolled in at 9:45 and just followed some people over to where the service was being held. I swiftly spotted coffee and indulged. It felt like I was at home. The service was totally American and it was like an oasis.
The worship was all familiar (and in English) and the sermon was very similar to the ones I hear back home. It was fantastic.
We got home and decided to make salads. It was delicious. We ate our salads while watching The Constant Gardener – parts of it were filmed in the Kibera slum, the biggest slum in Nairobi. They really hit those slum scenes on the head.
Mary and Wallace wanted us all to go out to eat at Java House for dinner. Naturally, we obliged and drove on over. After eating, the three blind Mzungus stayed later to talk, have a Bible study, and pray. We lost track of time discussing our lives, Mathare, our families, our thoughts on the churches we have visited, and our plans when we get home.
Upon reflection, it was extremely comfortable to go to the American worship service this morning. But did I come here for comfortable? No. We all resolved to spend most of our Sundays at Kenyan worship services in Mathare even though we can’t understand everything. Church in the slum is a beautiful thing. People don’t hold back. They totally rely on Jesus to sustain them daily. These people get it. They understand God’s grace, mercy, love, faithfulness, and hope.
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