We just made to Kenya. The airport is quite nice, the people are friendly, and as I’m standing here with the 14 other members of my team, I realize that I’m actually in another country, not just across the boarder to Canada, but over 9000 miles away from home, where the Atlantic Ocean separates me from what I know to be normal. I still can’t believe that I’m here. It’s surreal. So now, we load up the 34 suitcases of supplies for the multiple churches and the university, hop on the transport bus to ANU and now make it to our real, final destination.
Let me tell you, if the realization that I wasn’t in the states any more wasn’t apparent, it sure was revealed to me by the traffic, driving on the left side of the road, seeing mass quantities of people walking, sitting, and living their lives on the side of the road. Not to mention, we are in bumper to bumper traffic and while we are at a stand still we have people walking in the middle of the road, through traffic, trying to sell us a multitude array of items, items such as fresh fruit, newspaper, ice cream, etc. You see it in the movies, but to actually witness something of this nature, is so bizarre. It really makes one thankful that I live somewhere, where there is order, and people abide by the laws that have been set, at least most of the time. But at the same token it makes you realize just how sheltered we are (we being me). It’s interesting how something someone would consider normal, is so not the norm for others.
As we started up the hill to African Nazarene University, I finally witnessed shanties, some would call them huts and/or make shift homes. I don’t think you can ever be prepared to see that type of living, which I thought I would be prepared for, since we are exposed to it on TV, all the time, but it’s unreal. Nothing could quite prepare you to see people live like that. I really makes me feel so fortunate, so blessed, and I’m coming to a conclusion that I am way to sheltered. I hope and pray that God can continue to grow me and make me the man that he would like me to be. That He can give me a heart of compassion and the ability to love. I want to be that person, who can have a conversation with anyone, where God can radiate from my life and I’m not disabled by my fears and insecurities. I guess being in a new and foreign place, and putting individuals into our paths, puts me in a place where I have no choice but to open up, taking me away from my the things that I find comfortable. I guess here’s to doing things that make me uncomfortable. As I hear many of the people say, cheers for now!