The Lord referred to my ministry in Kenya as “planting a mustard seed that would grow to fill Kenya and Africa at large with good fruit.” During the conference, the spirit of prophecy moved mightily upon me and declared the humble church to be a training center from which students would go forth into all of Africa, preaching, teaching and evangelizing, making disciples of Yeshua. And the Lord named the place, “Christ For The Nations of Africa Training Center,” reminding me immediately of Christ for the Nations Institute in Dallas, Texas, where the Lord had me trained. Would there be a connection?

In the Spirit, I saw this training center spawning many other such centers throughout Africa. I also saw Bishop holding outdoor meetings with endless numbers of people. I didn’t know at the time that Bishop Christopher Simiyu is chairman of a pastor’s assembly from Kenya, Uganda and other African nations, and is therefore able to greatly impact the African churches and areas. A personal word of prophecy for Bishop was very powerful, the Holy Spirit visibly filling and touching him. Kneeling on the dirt floor, the Bishop received the prophetic vision and promise with great faith. He has already placed a large banner over the church, reading, “Christ for the Nations of Africa Training Center.” He understands that every fulfillment of promise begins with the first steps of faith.

But what touched all of them more than any sermon or prophecy, was my sharing with them their humble homes and way of life. The few white ministers who came insisted on staying in the Tourist Hotel in Webuye (at a cost of thousands of shillings per night), and would not mingle or fellowship with the people. They came, they preached, they received payment and left. My staying and fellowshipping with the Kenyans proved to them that Jesus truly loves and identifies with them. It was by far the most powerful and impacting message!

Back in Webuye the pastors who hadn’t come began calling the Bishop, inviting me to minister at their churches. News of my preaching and the many conversions had reached them. But we had to prepare for my departure, something not easily done in Webuye. Not less than 3 hours at the postmaster’s office were required to reserve my flight to Nairobi (the cost being only 5,960 Shillings - a little over $ 100 – as opposed to 21,000 Kenyan Shillings for bus, driver and gasoline). Then we had to bus to Bungoma, the closest town with an AMT machine, for cash to pay for my flight from Kisumu, as they refused Or Tzion’s American VISA card. Another 2 hours at the postmaster’s were spent making a phone call to Sabena to confirm my return flight the required 72 hours before departure. 

The next day we visited a member of Bishop’s church, a business woman. She wanted me to bless her home and family, and prepared us some omelets, sanddwiches, tea and coffee, after I just had had the same for breakfast. Her husband would drive us the next day to Kisumu Airport.

After a scant 3 hours sleep, we rose at 4 a.m. to make my 8:10 a.m. flight from Kisumu. Bishop Christopher and wife Pnina, co-pastor Humphrey (father of baby “Annelore”) and Benighna with daughter accompanied me. We all squeezed in, getting jostled for over 2 hours along another road of potholes. After a tearful and very loving good-bye, I boarded the plane to Nairobi, where I waited 12 hours for my flight to Brussels. The check-in hall had neither chairs nor benches, so this grandmother of age 61 placed two sweaters on the floor and laid down, trying to sleep. Later I had breakfast, lunch and supper at a nearby restaurant.

Thank G-d the flight to Brussels was nearly empty and I could lay across 4 vacant seats. It made the 10 ½ hours flight easier.