The Lord had given me several foundational teachings for Kenya. My main message was “Who, How and What is G-d.” I taught and preached for 5 sessions with many visual illustrations and personal stories to help understand and remember. Little did I realize how much this would serve in uprooting the deeply entrenched idolatry, witchcraft and demon worship!
I taught on the significance and importance of correct water baptism, and on the baptism of the Holy Spirit. Other messages were: “Fence of Pride”; “Equal Opportunity”; “Faith like a Mustard Seed”; “Love – old and new commandment: the Lord identifies with me”; “Who we truly are in Yeshua”; “Who we truly are in Israel”; and finally, “Total forgiveness leads to total freedom.” They were thrilled about the messages as they had wanted to learn how they relate to Israel, loving the nation and people of Israel very much and having great respect for them.
Most of the people were visiting pastors under the Bishop’s authority, many of whom he trained himself. I soon realized my messages were for them to feed to their flocks as many of them had come out of Catholicism. Their "Macedonian Call" to me had been specifically aimed at learning the Word of Truth from a Jewish/Messianic perspective.
I learned that several other invited pastors did not attend because they couldn’t believe a white woman, a “Jewish prophetess”, would come all the way from Israel to minister to them. Indeed I became a sensation wherever we went, for the people had not seen a white person for many years, in some areas for decades.
Bishop Christopher provided the food for all. His wife Pnina, his daughters, “Mom” Benighna and “Mom” Jane cooked and served. Every meal included “ugale”, pastry made from fine corn flour which is used to scoop up food on the plate. Ugale is for Kenyans what rice is for Asians.
Young girls fetched water from far away in huge canisters, balancing them on their heads, and young men split firewood with axes. In the backyard, a fire blazed between 3 big rocks which held the large cooking kettles. The women would insert wood into the fire or withdraw it to alternate the heat. Should we ever be without gas or electricity I will know how to cook over an open fire J
Mom” Pnina (the women are addressed as “Mama” or “Mom”, an honorary title) provided me with a special and tasty diet, which included omelets and coffee for breakfast (Kenyans drink tea, not coffee), lest I got sick from strange food. Bishop Simiyu made sure I could preach twice a day throughout my stay.
Throughout the conference visitors got saved and the Lord also had me minister personally. The anointing was very strong and people got filled with the Holy Spirit even from a bare touch.
On the last day, Sunday, the Lord had me minister personally to Bishop Christopher and the attending pastors. I asked everyone to remain as witnesses. When they saw the power of the Holy Spirit, they all requested prayer for themselves as well. I ministered for 3 hours non-stop until dark.
While visiting the interior of West Kenya, I was struck by both the beauty and poverty of the country. West Kenya is mountainous and luscious, with small villages consisting mainly of mud houses. Women cook outdoors over open fires or inside a hut, breathing in thick smoke. Toilets are outhouses with a mere hole, often filled with flies. Benighna provided me with a movable “toilet” of wood suited for my needs – Praise God!
The Bishop hired a bus, a driver and paid for the gasoline (all very costly). With generator, speakers and instruments, the praise and ministry team, we rambled our way over countless potholes into the interior to evangelize.
In 3 villages, 521 adults and many children got saved. At Benighna’s village alone, 281 got saved. The people didn’t want us to leave and remained with us even until dark. Two brothers, on whom I saw the hand of the Lord, donated ¼ acre to build a church for the new converts. Here, Bishop Christopher left a young pastor in charge of the new believers after the pattern given in Acts.
Benighna was overwhelmed with joy by her village Malakisi coming to Jesus. The entire way back to Webuye she sang and shouted and stomped her feet, and when at home, she fell on her face and thanked G-d as I have never seen anyone do. He had answered her many years of prayer by a white Jewish prophetess from Israel whom the Bishop kept referring to as “the servant of God.”
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