Kenyans love Israel, having great admiration for a nation that began with nothing and built a flourishing country upon ruins, devastation, swamps and wasteland while fighting 6 wars, and facing daily terror for many years.

G-d has His eyes on this nation and has set Israel to teach and train Kenyans who in turn train others. By just dropping this into my lap, G-d has placed me as a facilitator and motivater.

The vision for Kenya is to become an example and a lighthouse to all of Africa, which is so beset by unrest, poverty and diseases. Most Kenyans of the Western Province are Christians (as are the district official, Webuye mayor and city-council members) and display their faith openly on their shops, their buses, streets and houses.

Ministry: We went for 3 consecutive days from Webuye to Kimilili, which is a pretty far drive over bumpy, pot-holed roads. We met in a poly-technical college way out in the country-side, in a large hall opened up to the pastor, Gabriel and his congregation, by the manager named Cleopas. He is a believer in Yeshua struggling to keep the college open. He attended every meeting, fed our team of seven twice with the usual rice-meat-vegetables, potatoes and sauce, flat breads, ugale and sodas, and donated a large sack of maize following my teaching on giving (as this is the Kingdom way out of poverty: it does not say, ‘receive and then give,’ but GIVE and you SHALL receive). He gave the maize because the Lord had me tell the people not to give just leftovers and crumbs to the Lord, but of their best. If they had no money to give they could give Him from whatever they had - such as a chicken, eggs, maize, the best of their produce.

Rural Kenyans hold chickens in high regard because they are a great source of provision and income for them. And when they want to especially honor a person they will give him/her their best chicken. When we were ready to leave and I already sat in the car, one of Cleopas’ young man handed me a beautiful white chicken as a gift from him. It is the first LIVE chicken I ever owned! I named her “Betsy” and Penina is taking care of her. By the time I left Kenya Betsy had three more companions, all laying fresh eggs for Penina, as there are two fine roosters right next door.

The young pastors and evangelists present were ever so attentive, and the meetings were truly anointed, continuing into late evening with individual and corporative ministry.

We were greatly opposed for going to Kimilili: Simiyu’s car broke down five (5) times on the road. The day I was to teach 3 sessions from the Book of Revelation we had 2 flat tires, with the second one bending the frame so that the tire rim also needed replacement.  Thus we had a long wait and when we finally arrived at about 6 p.m., the people had been waiting for us literally 8 hours, since 10 a.m. The first session was, therefore, a little dry as there was no more time for worship, and most of the older people left.

Afterwards, we drove over a tiny path in utter darkness to a family who had requested my visit and prayer for them. The husband is the mayor of Kimilili and tribal chief. His wife – a member of Pastor Gabriel’s congregation - had prepared a feast for us and they, too, had been waiting for us since morning.

Nothing goes fast in Kenya. One first carries on polite conversation, greeting, sitting, drinking soda or tea. Then Simiyu signaled it was time to pray for the family. I asked for their requests and prayed for each individually, the husband being deeply touched and blessed. Simiyu followed up with leading the man to the Lord. After that we partook of the meal, then prayed again, with me being asked to bless their home. We finally arrived back home in Webuye at 1:30 a.m.

The next day we drove back to Kimilili, where I taught the remaining Revelation sessions which were highly anointed, with more and more people arriving.

After Kimilili, a 4-day Bible Student Seminar was held at Simiyu’s church in Webuye, with 2 preaching/ teaching sessions a day by me and a “revival” service in the evening (which I did not attend). Fifty of the students came from far. Simiyu fed them all - breakfast, lunch and supper - for the 4 days from the little money he had. They camped out on the mattresses he rented for them.

Because Simiyu gave so freely, he had no more money to pay for my return trip to Kisumu airport (I paid it from my ministry Visa card), nor for the rent of the house he and his family are living in. The landlord (from Mombasa) has threatened him with eviction. Let us pray for a miracle, that G-d will multiply back to His servant what he so readily sowed into the Kingdom.