Healing on a mountain in Kijabe, Kenya

This May we’ll be sending a team of six missionaries to minister full-time in Kijabe, Kenya. Our involvement there began with my parents who have been serving as medical missionaries in Kijabe for years (and are there now). 12 years ago we visited them, and after that, began sending teams, established an orphanage and a school. Here’s a story from our visit.

So, off we went.  As we walked on the jungle path leading out of the missions compound, monkeys scampered around in the overhanging trees.  We slowed our pace to a kind of death march shuffle as we got further and further up the mountain.  Up ahead was Francis’s house.  A bunch of kids spilled out into the yard to greet us.  They were all young, and some of them who couldn’t have been older than three or four themselves had babies on their hips.  They smiled at us and led us to their home, a two room mud brick affair.

Francis greeted us with a complicated handshake and a huge smile, “Jambo!  I have been praying that you would come today!”  He announced.  “Come inside my house, we will eat together!”

Francis had a lot to tell us:  “Two days ago we thought you might come visit us, so we got ready.  Then yesterday we thought might be the day.  Finally, I prayed to the Lord that you would arrive today and here you are!  My wife Esther will get our lunch now.”

As we passed around pictures of the funeral, I felt myself getting very sleepy, like I do sometimes when I’m translating for an evangelism team in Mexico (once I fell asleep as I was leading a lady in a prayer of salvation).  My eyes kept shutting during the conversation and I began making remarks which, though they kept the conversation going and satisfied Francis, didn’t make much sense.  My mother found this humorous.  The whole experience was taking on a surreal quality.  Then Francis’s wife Esther began bringing out the food she had cooked:  chicken, rice, boiled cabbage, soup, and a flat tortilla-like bread.  There was far more food than we could possibly eat, even if we had been hungry.

Two hours later, it was obvious we were not going to make it to the top of the mountain.  Francis had bought gifts for my parents:  a purse for Mom and a mirror and hairbrush for my bald father.  This elicited great laughter from everyone who had gathered around to watch us eat.

Before leaving, Francis asked me to pray for his sister, who had been diagnosed as manic-depressive.  We all gathered and I prayed a simple prayer.  All the children lined up to wave to us as we left.  We couldn’t help shaking our heads at their amazing hospitality – they had sacrificed so that we who were already full could eat more.

After returning home, my parents received the following letter from Francis:
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>DEAR BROTHER AND JEAN
>   WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS OUR HEART FELT GRTITUDE FOR YOUR MOST
>REMARKABLE LETTER DATED 11TH FEB 1999.
>   GOD IS WONDERFULL.
>   WE READ YOUR LETTER SEVERL TIMES IT LOOKS LIKE A MIRACLE PERFORMED
>TO REVEAL HIS WONDERS TO US AND HOW GREAT DEEDS ARE ACCOMPLISHED BY
>THOSE WHO LOVE AND LIVE FOR THE LIVING SAVOUR JESUS CHRIST.
>   THE PRAYERS WHICH BROTHER SETH PRAYED FOR MY SISTER, SHE WAS HEALED
>AND DELIVERED FROM MENTAL DISEASE.  WE GIVE THE GLORY TO GOD.  WE ARE
>PRAYING FOR YOU, FAMILY, AND FRIENDS, GOD TO OPEN A DOOR AND TO TOUCH
>YOUR FRIENDS TO GIVE WILLINGLY TO HELP US AND MIRIAM.
>   WE ARE VERY MUCH LOOKING FORWARD TO SEE YOU IN DECEMBER.
>   PASS OUR GREETINGS TO YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS.
>   MAY THE ALMIGHTY GOD BLESS YOU
>   YOURS SINCERELY
>        FRANCIS GACIRI MAIGWA
>                   PLSAM 146:5

The Bible tells us that when we give, we receive.  Francis gave out of his poverty and received God’s riches.  We can only guess at the treasures laid up for him in heaven.