I weeded my garden today. And in between clumps of grass that threatened to take over and copious amounts of bright green leaves, I found them.
Flowers.
Despite the difficulties of gardening here, the thorns, the lack of water, the wind and the ants, fruit is coming.
These last few weeks have been ones of transition. Kenneth has spent countless hours in discipleship and prayer and is beginning to see, finally, the fruit. New churches are being started. Ones in which his name is not known and his face is never seen. Sick people are being prayed for by their own church members, not just by the "mzungu". Warriors are finding new life in Christ and their friends are seeing the change and desiring it in their own lives. Another baptism is being planned, and leaders, Karimojong leaders, are taking over the shepherding of their own people. Change is coming. New life is peeking through.
Last night was the first screening of the Jesus film in the Ngakarimojong language. It was standing room only in a friend's little yard, people packed closely enough to fall asleep standing up and not fall down. Exclamations were heard all over the yard, "Wow! Jesus is speaking our language!" For many of the 200+ people there last night it was the first time they have heard the gospel story. And I have no doubt that change will come to their lives as well. Because God is moving here.
In this land of thorns and dust and wind, God's Spirit is moving, calling His people to repentance, calling them to new life in Him.
"Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert." Is. 43:19
What about you? How is God moving in the places you live and work? We'd love to hear about it and pray for you. Send us an email!
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