Several years prior to this, we did a Jericho march around a plot that Bishop Bera needed for his Bible Training Center. But we were only a few and without shofars. Now we had shofars, and the understanding of their power, thanks to Bill. So, with loud praises and the sounding of the shofar, we marched.  After the 7th round, we formed a circle, shouted and sounded the battle cry of the shofar. Bera, Bill and Laurie prayed and decreed. I concluded with a prophetic decree as we all gave thanks.

After the march, Bill devoted his first session to the children, ending with a song he learned in Uganda. Bill then taught on the “womb” and restoration, (even for witches). Ordination of Bera to apostleship, and of others to pastors and bishops followed.

After Bera and his wife Peniah had been anointed, prayed over and blessed by apostle Bill, Laurie and I,  Laurie gave Bera one of her 2 shofars, and the poster of her teaching on the Father’s heart. What a wonderful gift for the occasion! Apostle Bera then presented certificates which Bill and I had signed as witnesses the evening before. Twenty-five were ordained, their heads glistening from the anointing oil Bera poured on them. Bill, Laurie and I followed with prayers and prophetic words and impartations as the Holy Spirit  led. 

As for the “coordinator” George, the Lord mentioned a very great desire George had had for years but considered too big to ask for. The Lord said, “Ask!” and promised that I, Bill and Laurie would be ministering to him.
 

Laurie is walking up to Bera with her 2 shofars	Laurie kneeling before Bera, handing him one of her shofars	Preparing for the ordination; am holding Bill's tallit ready
Mama Bera holding the poster of the "Father's Heart" given by Laurie	Bishop Bera ordained apostle together with his wife Peninah	Mama Bera and all the ordained pastors and bishops rejoicing

Once again we stood on “holy ground”, and again in a most humble place of a dirt floor; aluminum sidings and roof’; narrow wooden benches for seats; a simple wooden pulpit and tin-cans filled with wild flowers from outside. I rejoiced that the Lord is not a respecter of person, position, race, or wealth. His Spirit was present, and we rejoiced before Him with cake, and much singing and dancing. 

It had been a glorious three days, and though some pastors and bishops had to leave for a while, the place was packed and we knew we had accomplished our mission there.

The next day we left at 5:00 a.m. for Eldoret to catch our flights to Nairobi.

Our last assignment in Kenya was to visit the Maasai Chief Moses Nkuruna, whom I had visited in 2008. I couldn’t remember how to get to him and during our conference asked Bera to get directions from the Chief. Bill and Laurie were also present when Bera talked to the Chief. Afterwards Bera looked at us and said, smiling, “The Chief invited me to come and meet with him.”

The moment I heard him say this the Holy Spirit leaped in me so powerfully that tears shot into my eyes and I began skipping through the living room. It reminded me of when Elizabeth heard Miriam’s greeting, how the babe leaped in Elizabeth’s  womb and she got filled with the Holy Spirit.

This was apparently something big, really big! I immediately knew that Bera was to come with us, which meant we had to come up with the funds to pay for his plane ticket. I was willing to use the credit card again but Bill and Laurie took care of it. I still had to use it though to pay for the taxi and driver to take us to the Chief.

What a pleasant surprise it was when our driver turned out to be Bera’s son Mike, his firstborn. We first tried, unsuccessfully, to get to George’s house to deposit our luggage, but turned around and drove to Bissil of Kajiadpo, where the Chief met with us and took us to his village.

His family of many children, several wives, in-laws and elders were waiting for us. After tea we went to sit outside to have it cooler. They had prepared a program for us: first a song, then the women in their colorful clothing and ornaments dancing for us, then Lucy, the Chief’s second oldest daughter, reading from the Bible Psalm 118:24-29, thanking God for us visitors and for His steadfast love enduring forever. Most members of his family were believers, and even he had come to believe in Yeshua but apparently was not yet born again.

Following their program it was my turn to tell again why I had come to see the Chief the first time and how I found him miraculously in this vast Maasai land, having nothing but his first name. This second time I came again at the bidding of the Lord, in the company of apostles, one of them himself a “chief.” One of the Chief’s sons, Emmanuel, a precious young man and believer in Yeshua, interpreted what I said into Maa, their language.

I reported that presently descendants of the tribe of Menasseh were being brought home to Israel from India, and explained that apparently one half of the tribe had been scattered to the Asian continent,  and the other half to the African continent. And God was going to fulfill His promise to them and bring them back to Israel as well. This might take some years of preparations, but I could see them in the Negev, of which I proceeded to tell them, asking Lucy to read Isaiah 35 and 51:3.

None of them seemed surprised or opposed to such a move, having always believed that one day they would be led back to the Promised Land, and since my first visit with the Chief having come to expect it.

After I finished the Chief spoke, acknowledging and accepting what I had said, and confirming the faith of the Maasai that they were descendants of the tribe of Menasseh and that one day they would be led back to the Promised Land. Then he asked me to stand up and told us that they had prepared some presents for us. One of the women stepped forward and placed two necklaces around my neck, trying to attach also some ear rings, but I don’t have pierced ears. She was disappointed.

One by one, each of us were asked to step forward to be honored with their typical, handmade jewelry. The Chief apologized for the smallness of the gifts, that they hadn’t had time to prepare proper gifts but that next time we come they would have appropriate gifts ready for us. I had no idea what these would be but didn’t ask. Then he said that next time I come he would have all of his people meet me, as this time it was only his family, with not even all members present. 

We were served the typical meal of white rice with beans and meat, then we went to visit their mud huts made by the women: small, low, but very practical, with makeshift fences to keep the lifestock out. At last we took a lot of pictures and said our good-byes, with the Chief and Emmanuel returning with us to Bissil.

On our way back to Nairobi apostle Bera pointed out how large the Chief’s domain is, and Mike stated that they too were Maasai. How so, I wanted to know. Then he and his father told us that they were Maasai left behind on Mt. Eglon when the other ones moved. That their name “Bera” was a Maasai name and that in fact their hosts asked them about it. Now Bera’s coming with us to meet the Chief made even more sense.

We arrived safely at George’s apartment, where Laurie and I shared a bedroom and queen size bed. When George came home we were served supper. He had planned to join his family in Mombasa for Christmas, but the Lord urged me to make sure the man would stay with us until we left.

The next morning, after breakfast, the Lord said it was time to minister to George. 

“You have a great desire in your heart,” the Holy Spirit began. “You have this desire already for some years. But you have not dared to ask me because you think it is too big. Ask!” the Lord now said, without revealing to me of what nature this great desire was. Apparently it was a godly desire, else the Lord would not have exhorted George to ask.

George only nodded regarding the “great desire,” went down on his knees and the moment I laid my hands on his head the Holy Spirit rushed into me and him so powerfully I almost fell over. I began to weep as the Holy Spirit spoke through me and His love for this man simply overwhelmed me. He even called him, “a man greatly beloved,” and I felt George should be renamed “Daniel.” 

After I finished speaking Laurie laid her hands on him, weeping as well as she spoke to George prophetically, confirming what I had said. I fell on my knees, unable to stand any longer in such presence of holiness, seeing tears streaming down George’s cheeks. Laurie knelt on the floor, leaning against the wall to brace herself with tears flowing. Bill also spoke and blew the shofar but I was so “drunk” in the Spirit I don’t recall what he said. The Holy Spirit kept running through me for a long time, and we all felt the presence of angels while not seeing them. Bill stated that Michael was present, and repeated that twice.

I haven’t experienced this powerful presence and anointing of the Holy Spirit since the late seventies, early eighties. Here, in this humble Kenyan’s dining room, we were being visited by Him Who is a holy fire, a wind and breath of G-d and anointing oil, Who is power and holiness, and Who called George a man “greatly beloved.”

It was absolutely awesome!

Eventually Mike arrived, we paid another 5000 Kenyan Shillings for the van, and drove into down-town Nairobi. I have always wanted to see the “hub” of Kenya, the huge plaza framed by the flags of the world, and surrounded by Kenya’s government buildings. As Bera, George, Bill, Laurie, Mike and I walked through the huge park we came upon an idolatrous monument in pyramid shape commemorating the late Pope’s visit and speech right there, with the typical symbols of the NWO and usurpers of our Lord’s inheritance and throne. We pulled that stronghold down!

All the flag poles were empty and the fountain of Jomo Kenyatta’s monument did not work, but it still was an impressive sight with all those buildings and old trees. Then Mike drove us to the airport and we hugged each other good-bye.

Bill, Laurie and I did a little souvenir shopping in the duty free shops, had a bite to eat and then waited for our flight to Addis Ababa that was a whole hour late. We somehow missed each other in Addis Ababa and did not get to say our good byes. But we had hugged plenty before that, and I got Bill’s lingering cold to take home with me for a souvenir.

At 3:00 a.m. I walked out into the waiting hall of the Ben Gurion 2000 airport where my husband greeted me with tears in his eyes, ever so happy to have his wife back after a 1 month absence.

By then I knew the work that I hadn’t finished in Kenya:

A. to establish this nation prophetically, together with William and Laurie and apostolic authority, as the lighthouse God has
    ordained this nation to be to the continent of Africa; 
B. to promote unity among the bishops and pastors, to bring unity to the Body of Messiah in Kenya, and prepare them for God’s
     new move of a double portion.
C. to prepare mentally, emotionally, prophetically the Maasai of Kenya for their return to the Promised Land, and work together
     with Israeli experts to carry out this task, bringing them into the Negev to turn it into the Garden of the Lord.

Our "divine assignment" in Kenya served as a kick-off to a "New Beginning" for the Body of Messiah in Kenya, for Panpaper, for the Maasai, and for the nation of Kenya. God's plans for them cannot be annulled, His purpose stands; what He has said He will do, what He spoke He will perform, and He will accomplish all His purpose. To Him, the only and eternal God, omni-scient, omi-present and almighty King of the universe be glory and honor, praise and thanksgiving forever and ever. Amen!