Captured by the Rains

It is already Saturday the 27^th of March but even though it is Saturday there will still be a service.

We travel by motorcycle part way and then continue further by foot. We are welcomed by an elderly woman sitting inside by the entrance of her hut. She cannot walk but enjoys watching the people as they come and go. She is adorned with many colorful beads. The harshness of life that she has seen here is also evident. Her hands remain busy as she repairs the brooms made from desert palm branches. As we sit within and talk her entrance completely fills with little faces. A white woman has arrived and no one wants to miss the excitement!

From the front of Pastor Peter's church one can stand and look directly out the door and view the distant towering mountains. Many of the women here today are widows and some have walked eight miles to come today. They are hard working widows. They have worked and bought the iron sheets to give a covering to the earthen walls of the church. The men are not opposed to a service on Saturday and join us also.

A Turkana hand pulls me into the circle of dance and smiles brighten the many faces.

After speaking the Word the people pour out their hearts to God Almighty. They go to their knees, some kneel to the ground, and others face the wall releasing their burdens to Jesus.

Turkana Bibles are left here in this village also. Many of the widows and some of the leaders have the Word of God now in their hands. They will share the word of God to others as it is revealed to them.

Church is over and the women bless me with 6 brooms that they have made. A Turkana does not have a broom with a pole attached. The broom consists of only the palm leaves so she must bend over to sweep her house.

Before we leave a thunder storm rolls in and the clouds explode above us. The rains have captured everyone inside the church and singing and dancing fills the four walls once again.

Psalm 68:4 & 5 Sing to God, sing praise to his name, extol him who rides on the clouds - his name is Lord - and rejoice before him. A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.