His wife Penina, their daughters and women from the congregation worked literally day and night to provide the meals, while some of the young pastors organized and chopped the wood and hauled in the food. The main staple was always “ugale” – their daily bread – with cooked greens and beans, and special small cakes cooked in oil for breakfast. The young people sat all over the grounds eating their meals, talking, laughing. Kenyans just love to laugh. 

The young people were ever so eager listeners and learners, taking notes while sitting for hours on hard, narrow wooden benches with nothing to lean on. The Holy Spirit so loved their receptiveness and welcoming attitude He just blessed us all with wonderful, anointed life-changing ministry.

After 4 days, there was much hugging, laughter and tears, as they boarded their buses to return home.

We rested one day, then drove a long way around a mountain to visit with Pastor George’s congregation which also were eagerly awaiting us. We ministered until dark, when we had to stop for lack of electricity. All were extremely receptive and I noticed an unusual number of women, highly attentive and stimulated. Everyone got greatly blessed.

We also went to several homes for personal ministry, as many - having heard “the Prophetess from Israel” - wanted me to bless their homes and family.  As many miracles occured last year in answer to my prayers, this year the prayer requests were overwhelming. Already reports are forthcoming:  a man having come out of a coma of several months, healed of the tumor in his head. Another received funds for her daughter to attend high school. Five young people who needed jobs have been employed… and… and…

We also met with a group of women intercessors from several different churches, whose pastoral leader wanted me to teach on intercession. This was the most anointed session for me personally, as the Holy Spirit so filled me throughout that teaching that I stopped speaking several times, almost “drunk” in the Spirit. Because of the Spirit’s powerful, most holy Presence everyone came forward to have me lay hands on them, including Simiyu and Penina.
Were I able to minister full time, as opposed to once a year for a limited time, I believe the release of anointing would so increase until ALL the signs, wonders and miracles would manifest. But the Lord keeps me restrained, for I am still needed at home.

Our final trip was a very long one to a recluse village, high up in the mountains.

The children had never seen a white person before. Some little ones cried and ran to their mommas, afraid I might be a white devil. The local pastor had gathered all the congregants, and Pastor Peter, overseer of the area, was there with his wife.

As I preached, a man with an unclean spirit came in, meaning to disturb. I rebuked the spirit, bound and banned it from the assembly. Then the man sat quietly for the remainder of the service, listening. He was a drug addict and Bishop tried to minister to him at the end of the service, but the man was not ready to receive his salvation.

In the middle of my sermon, another man came tumbling in, falling on his knees before me, pulling out his cigarettes and tearing them up, and begging me to pray for him. He was very drunk, yet his soul cried out for deliverance, for salvation. My heart ached for him, for it is especially for such wretches as he that our Lord died on the cross. I wept and pleaded with the Lord for the man. At the end of the service, he received the Lord Yeshua.

During the service the Lord pointed out a few people to prophesy over and impart a particular anointing: a young man by the name of Jehosaphat; was so utterly focused on the Lord he seemed like a race horse chewing on his bridle, eager to run the race. He “ate” the message the Lord had given me and when I ministered to him the power of the Holy Spirit rushed through both of us like a mighty wind and a holy fire. He fell and I tumbled backwards. The Lord anointed him to be an evangelist with signs and miracles following.

Another man, Steven, in his forties, was intense and alert like a seismograph during the message. The Lord anointed him to be a teacher, training young pastors and ministering to those already in the ministry. I did not know that he was an elder in that church. He too trembled and went down under the power of the Holy Spirit.

I must explain that this was not like the States where people are familiar with getting “slain in the Spirit.” We were far out in a remote village of mountain people unfamiliar with such manifestations.

There was a young woman the Holy Spirit seemed particularly “drawn” to. When I was about to call her out, she was gone and I felt great sadness. I prayed over the local pastor and his wife with the laying on of hands, and they too went down. Then I saw the young woman. Apparently someone ran to get her. As I called her out, the Lord’s love so leapt on her I cried out loud. He anointed her for a work of charity and compassion and the Holy Spirit just couldn’t let go of her. Her name is Dorcas, of all names, she is a nurse and --- Pastor Peter’s wife.

As we planned to leave, the drunk man rushed over to the car. He had waited all that time (as we were again guests at a meal) to see me and have me touch him again. Then he stood up straight and saluted me the military fashion. He had been a policeman before alcohol destroyed his life.