Immediately upon returning to Arlington my friend near Abilene called, saying I was welcome to visit them. Their trip to Colorado had been delayed. Ladell and Gary drove me up that next Sunday. 

I had kept in touch with Ed and Nancy over the span of 10 years. By then they had nearly forgotten what caused the break-up of our friendship. Reminding them for the sake of reconciliation and restoration, whether blameless or not, I sought and received their forgiveness, a heavenly balm so sweet it passes over offenses and years of separation in one instant, healing injuries.

The blood and water that flowed from our Lord’s broken heart is that balm³.

That Sunday Ed gave his famous big luncheon after church. It was there that I met Larry Goff, a missionary who ventures to go where no one else would, traveling to Kenya on December 3rd. I was going on November 19th.

“Where in Kenya are you going?” I asked him.

“To Nairobi,” he said.

“And from there, where do you go?” I wanted to know.

“To the Maasai,”⁴ was his reply.

I knew it was not easy to visit this tribe in the more remote areas, apart from the areas frequented by tourists.

“Is someone taking you?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said, “the Lord.”

“Well,” I said, “I mean, do you have someone meeting and taking you?”

“Yes, the Lord,” he said again.

“You mean you just fly to Nairobi but don’t have any contact person to meet you?” I kept asking.

“Sure I have a contact person - the Lord’s,” he replied with absolute certainty.

‘That’s a little foolish,’ I said to myself.

Instantly the Holy Spirit rushed into me and said, “Give him your contacts!” Yes, Lord!

Excitedly I gave Larry the co-ordinates of Bishop Christopher Simiyu Bera in Webuye, my friend and “Macedonian call” of 4 years ago⁵.

I and Bishop Bera were the Lord’s contact persons for Larry Goff – arranged right then and there at Ed’s luncheon!

Larry had never heard of the Maasai prior to G-d’s call. He knew nothing except that G-d wanted him to reach them.

I e-mailed Simiyu about Larry (with a picture taken at the luncheon) and he was delighted and willing to take Larry to the Maasai. His son Mike would pick Larry up from the airport.

During the week I stayed with Ed & Nancy, I unexpectedly ministered both prayerfully and prophetically to a group of women who joined us after sensing G-d’s great anointing from an adjacent room. I also enjoyed meeting my friend Bitsy and her daughter, Jessica, who squealed with delight at seeing me. Jessica had once been severely handicapped, but after God’s intervention, she can now stand and walk and moreover has become an artist under the tutelage of her devoted mother.

What made my joy complete was seeing my beloved brother in the Lord, Max, from Living Waters at Cross Plains, my former “home-base”. Five years ago satan had managed to sow discord between us which led to separation and silence between us. My love for my friends would not leave me at peace until there was mutual forgiveness and reconciliation. Max and I parted with love, prayer and blessings.

The next Sunday Ladell & Gary brought me to their home where I remained until my return home. I visited with our grandson, David, a college student in Decatur, Texas, and at a little church “way out yonder” with a Jewish Pastor seeking to restore the original foundations of the faith. The Holy Spirit manifested so strongly that we spent hours in ministry.

The evening before my departure, Ladell’s friend Laura came by for a visit. As I spoke about my “divine connection” with Larry and his call to the Maasai, Laura got excited over G-d’s work among that tribe. Suddenly, she began to pray prophetically over me with Ladell anointing me. Laura immediately phoned a friend connected with the Maasai, who, in turn, had much information for me. The following morning we had a conference call during which I was introduced to a Kenyan who gave me names, phone numbers and prayed over me.

Just hours before leaving for the airport, I received a divine appointment to meet with a Maasai chief  by the name of Moses. Maa-sai derives from the word Maa, and means “my people”.